Back again! I am so tremendously sorry that I haven't been writing sooner! Valentine's Day is such a chore. It has no point. Anyway, I'll try my hardest to update on a weekly basis. Please enjoy the story.
"Wow." Was all Layla could say. Below her were cars, streets, people, buildings, animals, signs and much more. She was in the tallest building in the world. "Here, climb up on this." Ferris commanded. They all obliged but Cameron was a little reluctant. "Now, lean your forehead on the glass like this." He continued, and banged his head on the glass. Layla leaned in with her the cold solid on her forehead. She could see Cameron glancing at her. Butterflies flew in her stomach and she was confused. She disliked being confused and this feeling was unfamiliar. She had had it a few times but never with Cameron. Well, maybe once or twice. But that isn't enough to say she had feelings from him right? She shook those thoughts away and concentrated on looking at the streets below. "I think I see my Dad." Cameron mumbled. Layla smiled. Cameron was always so pessimistic. She leaned back slightly and watched him in the corner of her eye. "Shit. That son of a bitch is down there somewhere." He groaned. She laughed this time. "Cameron, you need a better relationship with your Dad." She said smoothly. He didn't smile. "Sorry, I meant to make you feel better…" She whispered and got off the bar and sat down on a chair on the other side of the room. A car honking its horn alerted her. She got up and crossed to another window, trying to distract herself from the eyes she felt on her then. She felt guilty about what she had said to Cameron. She had meant it, but not in a bad way. It was meant to cheer him up a bit but obviously it hadn't. She was so lost in her thoughts and the traffic jam she didn't feel Sloane walk over to her. "You okay?" She asked. Layla nodded and tried a smile. She could see Ferris talking to Cameron in her peripheral vision. "No you're not. What's up?" She said with concern. Layla sighed and contemplated on whether or not to tell her or not. She decided to, and began to explain. "I had meant to cheer Cameron up. He's been so down lately. I just wanted him to smile again. I love seeing him smile and I just…" She couldn't even finish her sentence. Sloane's eyebrows rose slightly but returned to normal. "So, you like him then?" She asked. Layla chuckled without humour. "I really don't know. Earlier, I felt him looking at me, and I just… I felt butterflies in my stomach. I don't understand this feeling and you know me well enough to know that I hate anything I don't understand. I need help Sloane. I really do. Am I getting feelings for Cameron?" She rambled. Sloane listened to her intently bit already knew the answer to that question. "Well, I think you and Cameron are perfect for each other. You both know how to calm each other down. You know how to make each other laugh. Your feelings towards him are kind of unclear but you'll see. As for Cameron, he adores you. Completely and utterly adores you. He's just got to wait for the right time. I think he was planning on telling you at… Oh no, I've said too much! Sorry, that's all you can know!" She said abruptly. Layla sighed in frustration. She would just have to wait until Cameron told her the feelings he had. "Come on." Sloane said, gently pulling Layla to the chairs again.
"You want to get married?" Ferris asked Sloane. He looked like he was joking. Layla knew he wasn't. Ferris adored her. He'd do anything for her. She hadn't talked to Cameron yet, but Cameron was merely biding his time to apologise for being a little unfeeling. "Sure." Sloane said half-heartedly. Layla rolled her eyes at her sister. "Today? I'm serious." Ferris answered. Sloane was a little bit shocked to say the least. "I'm not getting married!" She replied. Cameron glanced at Layla to see her reaction to this. She rolled her eyes and returned to staring into space. Cameron half-smiled. He loved this side of Layla. The side that listened to someone but then again, never listened at all. "Well, Why not?" He retorted. Sloane was definitely shocked at this sudden turn of the conversation. "Think about it." She pleaded. Ferris shook his head. "Besides being too young, having no place to live, you being the only cheerleader with a husband, give me one good reason why not." Ferris retaliated. Cameron snorted. "I'll give you two good reasons: my mother and my father." He said simply. They all turned to him. Previously, he had been making strange noises with his cheek. It was like a kind of drip that you would get from a tap. "They hate each other." He continued. Layla snorted. "So what?" She asked. He turned to her, trying to ignore her sudden beauty. It was hard but he managed it. "Well, it's like that car. He loves the car, he hates his wife." He argued. Layla stood up. "Well, I think Sloane and Ferris should go for it. Maybe not today, and maybe not next week, but they're perfect for each other. They know what makes each other tick. They know what makes each other smile. They should get married. That's what I would do if I was in Sloane's position." She said passionately. Cameron had to try so hard to forget that she was so cute when she was angry. "Well, you're not are you?" He replied as calmly as he could. Sloane and Ferris could only watch in horror as the conversation became more heated. "Shut up Cameron. You're a good friend and all but you're such a pessimist sometimes! You need to lighten up and you really ought to be supporting your best friend!" She shouted. People were beginning to stare. "I'm not trying to be a good friend; I'm trying to give advice!" He shouted back. Layla screamed in exasperation. "I don't believe you Cameron Frye! He's your best friend! The least you can do is support him when he's pretty much proposing to his girlfriend, who also happens to be your friend!" She shrieked. Cameron glared and turned away. The last thing he wanted was to get too angry. He mumbled something inaudible. "What?" Layla asked in a furious tone. "I was trying to be a good friend by giving some advice, all right? I thought it as too early and I think they should be sure that they both want it this soon." He said in a low voice. Layla stood there in shock. Where had all his anger gone? Where had all her anger gone? "Then why didn't you say that before?" She whispered. Cameron shook his head and walked off. Layla stared after him and blinked a couple of times. Her gaze finally dropped to the floor and she slumped back into her chair. "Layla, are you okay?" Sloane said in a timid voice. She sighed and shook her head. "No. I'm not fine at all." She whispered. She began to cry.
"Can we please get out of here? This place gives me the creeps." Cameron said grumpily. Layla rolled her eyes. They had not spoken since the 'Marriage' conversation. A snobby man suddenly walked up just after Ferris checked the customer book. He had a very pointed nose and pointy eyebrows. The man was practically a pencil with jagged edges everywhere. His voice was even more ridiculous. "Hello, may I help you?" He asked in a slightly nasal voice. Layla tried and failed to stifle a small giggle. The man glared at her and Cameron tensed slightly as he did so. She couldn't help but smile inside at Cameron's protectiveness. He was like an older brother in some ways. She didn't like to view him as an older brother. She didn't really know why. "You can sure as hell try." Ferris replied with a cocky smile. "I'm Abe Froman, I'd like a party of four please at…Is there a problem?" He continued. The man had rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You're Abe Froman?" He asked in an accusing voice. Ferris agreed. "The sausage king of Chicago?" He asked again. Ferris faltered slightly. "Yeah, that's me." He carried on regardless. The pointed man laughed. "Excuse me, I'm very busy, why don't you kids go back to the playhouse?" He asked in a sarcastic tone. Layla gasped slightly. "Excuse me?" She hollered. The man glared at her again. Cameron leaned towards Layla. "I got your back." He whispered. She nodded. His breath tickled her ear. "And I'm sorry for shouting. I really am." He apologised. He really did sound sorry. She smiled and looked at him. "I can never stay angry at you for long." He grinned and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Sloane winked at them both and they blushed. Ferris was still trying to reason with the stupid man. "Leave now or I shall have to call the police!" The man said dramatically. Ferris spluttered. "Y-You're going to call the police?" He asked. "Yes, of course." The man said stupidly. Ferris reached for the phone. He obviously had a good idea. "Fine! In fact I'll call them myself!" Ferris replied. The man laughed nervously. "Yes, call the police. This shall be a hoot." He said to himself. Another light began flashing on the phone box. The man attempted to take the phone. "Give me the phone, I have another call." He said uselessly. Ferris jerked away. "You touch me I yell rat." He threatened with his teeth gritted. The waiter spluttered. "There's another phone around here, find it." Ferris ordered. The man clamped his lips together in a tight line. "Wonderful. I weep for the future." He said, glaring at them all. He gave an especially piercing glare towards Layla which made Cameron step forwards threateningly. The man was slightly taken aback but continued towards another phone. As soon as he was out of ear shot, Cameron jumped towards Ferris, dragging Layla with him. "Come on Ferris, let it go!" He begged. Layla kept a look out for the man's return. "Please, you've gone too far! You're going to get busted!" Sloane pleaded. Ferris wasn't hearing any of it. The man suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor, checking to see if they were still there. Layla tugged on Cameron's sleeve. He looked at her and she tilted her head towards the waiter at the end of the corridor. He saw the man and glared at him. He wrapped a protective arm around Layla's shoulders. The man glared back and disappeared again. "Stupid ass…" Layla grumbled. Cameron chuckled and held her closer. "Come on…Abe!" Cameron said, keeping up the act. Ferris suddenly handed the phone to Sloane. "Ask for Abe Froman." He whispered. Sloane frowned, but out the phone to her ear regardless. "Can I speak to Abe Froman please, the sausage king of Chicago?" She asked in a sweet voice. There was a little bit of a voice in the background. "Leatherjacket, white t-shirt, sweater vest, devastatingly handsome." Sloane listed. Layla laughed at the end bit. "Well, if you say so." She teased. Ferris didn't hear, he smiled at Sloane's comment though. "Thank you." She said and gazed at Ferris. They were both in love and part of Layla envied Sloane for having someone who cared about her. But she could never hate Sloane. She turned away and walked into Cameron instead. "Oh, I'm sorry." She mumbled, feeling herself going red. Cameron smiled and hugged her. "No problem." He said calmly. Cameron's heart however was beating faster than a freight train. She could feel it on her chest and she decided to hug Cameron back. She couldn't help but smile into the hug. She felt Cameron's mouth turn up against her hair. They both liked each other and they knew it. They just wanted to see who had the guts to say it first. Ferris handed the phone to Cameron with a wink to them both. They stuck the finger up at him and Cameron cleared he throat. "Mr Froman, this Mr Peterson of Chicago Police." He said in his amazing fake voice.
Ferris had beaten the snotty man with the sharp features and they were all sitting down at a large table. Layla held the menu up in front of her face and read the meals. "I appreciate your understanding." The snobby waiter said. Ferris smiled. "Don't think twice. Understanding allows people like us to tolerate a person like yourself." He said in a matter-of-fact voice. The waiter decided to take it as a compliment. "Uh, thank you." He replied. Ferris smiled again. "Don't mention it." The man tried to smile in a polite way but failed miserably. "Enjoy your luncheon." He said with a small sneer. He glared at Layla again. "Excuse me sir, but what have you got against me? I have said no insult nor done any harsh deed to make you act in such a way. Would you perhaps tell me why you are glaring at me left, right and centre?" Layla demanded politely, if there is such a way of demanding. The man frowned and glared once more. It seemed to be his favourite facial expression. "I have nothing against you nor your… friends. I am merely waiting your table." He replied. Ferris and Sloane were laughing silently behind their menus. Cameron stuck his foot out slowly. "Does that occupation include throwing hurtful looks towards your customers? I think not. Your job is to serve, not judge. Now leave us until we have decided on our meals." She dismissed him. Ferris and Sloane were nearly exploding with laughter. Cameron was beginning to smile but his eyes still showed a lower form of hatred towards the man. The man's eyes widened but decided not to take it further. He walked forwards but met Cameron's foot. His face collided with the floor. The couple could not keep it any longer. They burst and laughed until their sides nearly split. Layla had to laugh as well and Cameron soon joined them. The manager approached them, asking them to be quiet. Layla explained the man's doings and the manager nodded and escorted the waiter out. "That was fun." Layla said simply and quieter laughter resumed.
They were standing outside the restaurant. Ferris's father was below them arguing with some business partners. "We're pinched for sure." Cameron said quietly. Ferris shook his head. "Only the meek get pinched. The bold survive. Let's go." Ferris answered. Cameron looked at him. "Let's surrender." Layla giggled. It was all very serious. "Never." Ferris disagreed. He pulled on his hat and out some sunglasses on. The other three followed his example. He clicked his fingers and descended the steps. Sloane did the same, followed by Layla. Cameron liked the idea and clicked his enthusiastically. Layla laughed. He gripped her hand. They were going to need some luck to get past this. A taxi was waiting a few feet in front of them. They hurried towards it but Ferris's dad turned to it. They quickly stopped and acted nonchalant. He turned back again to argue some more. The four seized the opportunity and clambered in to the taxi. "Drive, drive, drive!" Ferris commanded. The driver did so and another taxi parked where the previous one had been. The all breathed a sigh of relief and settled down.
Okay, so that chapter 2. Hope you guys liked it. Sorry if you didn't enjoy the argument but you have to admit, it was pretty sweet when they made up. I might make my own scene where Layla and Cameron are forced to act as a couple. Keep reading folks!