Summary: Just a song fic about Cam, using Ryan Knorr's song "What About Me".
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea of this fic. The song belongs to Ryan Knorr, a very talented and amazing singer, song writer, and guitar player. Check him out on Youtube.
Warning: This fic contains lesbian content.
What About Me
There's so many locked doors in my way
And I can't find my keys
Even every window has a shade
So how am I supposed to find my way?
It's all I ever say
All I ever say
The bone chilling weather matches my mood in perfect harmony. The chilly wind bounces my brunette locks around my face as if taunting me, and in way they are seeing as how they won't stay in place. My cheeks are bright red from the cold nipping at them and my ears are aching from the cold. When a sudden warm winter had is placed on my head I turn around and find my poorly behaved best friend with a charming grin on her face and blond locks blowing in the wind.
"Cupcake, even I know to wear a hat." She casually taunts with a hint of mischief in her radiant blue eyes.
"I must be losing my mind then." I say smiling from ear to ear. If she only knew what she did to me.
What about me
What about me
What about all the possibilities
What about me
What about me
Maybe I'm not tall enough to reach
Her warm hands push mine together and remain around them as they give off her heat and I smile at how focused she is on the task that she is doing. Her gaze is so intense and focused that it would seem she is trying to use some sort of telekinesis to keep our hands together. If she only knew what she does to me when she becomes so caring and affectionate.
The miner's took and dug a hole for me
But kept their lights on
Even when they left I still could see
But now I don't know if I believe
Is it real or is it a dream?
Real or is it a dream
Her lips are searing hot as they lightly kiss my wind chapped finger tips. I think I must be dreaming.
"You really should have worn gloves." She mumbles while looking away from our hands in an embarrassed manner.
"You're better than any old pair of gloves." I say with a blush creeping its way onto my face.
"I like being your gloves." She says with a confidant smile that brings out a confidant smile of my own.
What about me
What about me
What about all the possibilities
What about me
What about me
Maybe I'm not tall enough to reach
A content silence falls upon on us and I just want to tell her what's on my mind. But I always have that small doubt in the back of my mind that I'm misreading the small signs of affections that she only gives me and no one else. I keep thinking that I'm just not enough for her.
"Carls?" She quietly calls out to me.
"Yeah?" I ask just a quietly.
"Quit thinking bad things about yourself." She quietly orders while again kissing my warmed up hands with her searing hot lips.
"I hate it when you do that." She mumbles. How did she know that I was?
"I love you." I mutter somehow gaining the confidence needed to admit that to her.
"I love you more." She whispered before those searing hot lips found their way to mine in a gentle caress.
What about me
What about me
What about all the possibilities
What about me
What about me
Maybe I'm not tall enough to reach
~The End~
A/N: A little on the small side but I felt the need to write this while listening to Ryan Knorr's song, "What About Me". I really suggest listening to it on Youtube because it is a really beautiful song.