The Future is Not Written
John stared at the stars on his ceiling. He couldn't sleep. It wasn't because he was in a foreign bed. He was used to it. It was because of everything that had happened that week. And to top it all off Cameron was acting even stranger than normal, ever since John 'fixed' her. You can't be trusted. What the hell did that even mean? He had to save her. He needed her as much as he hated to admit. Was it reckless? Sure. But it was an important decision.
She was important.
This brought up another topic that pissed John off. When was his mother ever going to let him make an important decision? Wasn't that his future, to be the 'leader' of mankind? Why wouldn't she trust him?
The bedroom door opening snapped John out of his thoughts. Cameron's slender figure appeared. "What are you doing walking around?" John asked. Cameron tilted her head and stared blankly at him, "I don't sleep".
John rolled his eyes, "Yeah I know. But why are you here?"
"To protect you," She replied. John rolled his eyes. Another pointless argument.
"I have upset you. I am sorry," She turned and headed for the door. "Wait," John sighed," I'm wide awake now." He patted his bed motioning for Cameron to sit. It took her a moment, but after processing, she stepped forward and mechanically sat down.
"Did something happen today? My mom looked upset." John asked.
After thinking for a moment, Cameron said, "No everything went fine."
John disliked this response and Cameron sensing this, moved the conversation forward. "You have a new friend."
"Is that a question?" John smirked.
"She is a threat," Cameron continued, "It is essential that you do not associate with her anymore."
"Why is she a threat?"
"If she gets involved, there is a 47 percent probability that she could become injured, and an 83 percent probability that you would try to rescue her. You can't take that chance with her…like you did with me. She is insignificant and not an objective."
"I know that," John argued, "But can't I have a social life, outside of you, my mom and Derek? Aren't I allowed to have friends?"
"I am your friend. Aren't we friends?" She asked.
"Yeah… sure," John sighed, "As long as you're not trying to kill me."