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"I just want to be happy, Maya."
"Good then be happy."
I thought he was.
I believed he was, and in the end, he left.
They all left; Tori, Katie, Tristan... Cam.
I was the one who always got left behind, so now I feel like shit.
I love him so much. He loved me, didn't he? Then why did he leave e?
No Maya. He has his reasons, stop being so selfish.
It's been months. I can't just keep living like this. Like he's still alive somewhere, worried about me and my past time. Like he'll call me to tell me to go home or he'll pick me up to keep me away from trouble because a gentleman NEVER lets a lady walk home alone at night, that's what he said at least, up until I get tired of waiting for him and I decide to leave on my own sending him numerous angry texts, texts that will forever be unreplied and unread. Or maybe he'll bring Hoot over..
Hoot. Fuck. I forgot, he's still with Cam. I'll just come over to his hou- no, no, no. I'm doing it again. I can't do that. Cam's not home at the moment and I can't be an obsessive girlfriend, that isn't Cam's type.
There I go again. Denial. I'm starting to drown in denial.
As if my brain finally shuts down, I'm finally brought back to the beat of my heart, rhythmically going along with the music. As I slow down, my feet drag me outside and I just keep walking until I stop at a certain school.
How could the school I believed was my second home bring me so much animosity. I open the doors and go to our French room. The tacky Paris posters still clinging on the walls. As if by instinct, my eyes avert to his old seat. Nobody ever daring to sit where he sat.
"Hey"
"Just keep your head up, stick on the ice. You'll do great."
"Tu Est Tre Belle"
I smile for the first time in months. Seeing his lopsided smirk made me want to audition. I stand up, and walk to the door.
"This charm is for your concert tonight. Every time you play a show, I'll get you a new one."
How long was I gonna keep this up?
I continue out the door and take a seat near a wall in the hallway.
" Maya, I'm not some loser who tries to hurt himself."
Lies.
How much of our relationship was based on lies?
"It's like my head isn't screwed on right!"
He said he wouldn't let me get away that easily.
"I'm terrible at telling you things but, I like you, a lot."
"She always looks pretty."
"Cam I know you're gone. But if you can see me from up there. I really miss you, and everyday it just gets worse and I really don't know what to do. I just, I just love you, okay?" I talked to nobody in particular, as I start making my way to his locker.
I'm losing it. Get your act back together Matlin.
As I open his locker,I found Hoot sitting inside. As someone taps my should. Michael Dallas.
"Hey M, what are you doing here?
"Dallas, don't call me that, and I'm just getting Hoot back. You?"
"I came to give you something."
"And what per tell is that?"
He doesn't speak and just hands me an envelope. Labeled Dallas.
"I can't stand to see girls cry Mini-Mat. I know you miss him, just don't fuck up the opportunity I gave you 'aight? Need a ride?"
"No Dallas, I'm fine."
I started walking away from Dallas as I made my way home, slowing down near a playground as I see a well-dressed figure on the swing set.
" Hey stranger, need some company?" I say as I approach him
" Hasn't your mom ever told you not to talk to strangers?" he answers, head hung low.
" I'm not really the type who listens, and you don't look like a stranger. I've seen you somewhere probably." I shrug.
" Well I was just about to leave, but now that you've approached me, I need to walk you home." He says as he stares up at me.
"And why is that?" I raise an infamous Matlin brow at him.
" Because, a true gentleman never lets a lady walk home alone, especially since it's night." He smiles at me, my eyes widened.
"A true gentleman never lets a lady walk alone at night."
"Oh my God." I silently whisper.
" What? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" the mysterious boy starts to panic.
"Yeah. I'm uh, I'm fine. Let's go?" I shrug off the undeniable pain in my chest.
He leans down near my level and he brings his arm out for me to grab, and for the first time in months, the thought of Cam doesn't keep me from taking his arm. So I do, and maybe that means I'm starting to forget. Hopefully.
We make our way to my house, hoping he'll say something, I hold his arm tighter as he smiles down at me.
"My name's Miles Hollingsworth." I sigh in relief. Finally.
" Well then Miles Hollingsworth, how come I've never seen you around before?" I grasp onto his body for comfort.
"If you must know, I just moved here. I got kicked out of my last school." He moves his arm from my hand to my shoulders keeping me even warmer. As people start staring at us as we cross the Dot.
"You know, people are thinking we're an item." I stare up at him.
"And you say that like it's a bad thing." He smirks looking straight ahead.
"So do you know anybody yet?" I tug at his shirt.
"Why am I the only one answering questions here?" He chuckles lightly.
"Oh, sorry why don't you ask the questions?" I smile at him.
" Why are you still out at night all alone? Especially since it's the last night of summer." He asked.
" You wanna know the truth? My best friend moved away. My sister's off to university, my new best friend found someone new from some stupid teen soap opera and m-." I suddenly stop myself from talking, the fear of Cam's death stuck in my throat.
"There's more, to you and to what you're saying. I know it, and I'm here to listen." He says hugging me. By this time, we stopped at a plaza, lit up by dozens of differently colored lights. Shining brightly all at once, and here we were at the center of it.
" He would've loved this so much." I say into his shoulder.
"Who?"
"Cam. My ex-boyfriend." I whisper barely audible.
"What does he have to do with any of this? Did he hurt you?"
"No, he hurt himself. He killed himself. He left me just like everyone else in my life." I say looking down.
"Then this only means one thing. We have to see each other again." He says staring at my "Maya" necklace. "You know, I have one just like that." He says as he pulls it out from under his dress shirt.
"You promise?" I ask him holding out my pinky.
" Of course." He hooks his pinky onto mine. "Pinky swear." He chuckles as he places his forehead on mine.
"We should get going. This is a ten minute walk from my house." She says pulling me along with her.
We walk, continuing to make small talk. Miles doesn't ask about Cam anymore and he knows I'm relieved. We reach my house and he stares at me.
"I guess this is it." He says stopping me. "By the way, I never caught your name."
"I'm Matlin. Maya Matlin." I smile at him.
"Well I'll see you around then Matlin. Maya Matlin." He whispers in my ear as he smirks and kisses my cheek as he takes my necklace and puts his in place of it. " I'll be keeping this until we meet again." He says winking at me.
As he leaves, he looks back. Expecting me to wave. As I run up to my room I dig in my pocket and find the envelope Dallas gave me. With shaky hands I open the envelope ever so slowly. Pulling out the small wrinkled card, I read it out loud.
Dallas,
Not enough time. Take care of her. I know you will. I trust you. Call this number. I'll explain everything some other time.
xxx-xxx-xxx
-Rook.
Cam? I take my phone and dial the numbers on the card. As I count the rings, my hearts goes along.
One
Two
Thr-
"Hello?"
I cover my mouth, refusing to believe the boy currently on the other side of the phone.
" Who is this? Dallas, man, is that you? How's Maya? Did you get a new number? I'm going crazy over here man. I need to hear her voice. I miss her. Does she still remember me? Please, answer me. Please." The desperation in his voice was evident and the tears in my eyes were proof.
"I love you so much." I Whispered into the phone. Barely audible as I hung up.
I cover my face unable to accept the fact that the love of my life was still alive. I stare out my window as I see Miles going inside of the house across from mine. As the rain starts to pelt my window, I bite my lip. Whispering to the air, as if I expected it to answer.
"Cam."
I turn, grab my jacket and I go down the stairs not looking back I run out. I need to be alone. I need answers, from one Michael Dallas, not knowing that Miles saw me and started following me.
Cam. Wait for me. You're out there somewhere alive, and we will see each other again.
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