You take a deep shaky breath and survey the crowd. Thousands of people are here, cameras flashing, trying to steal possible glimpses of you. Suddenly, you don't think you can do this anymore.
"Hey babe," Cam caught you around the waist from behind, his mouth at your ear.
"Hey Cammie." You giggle back, the nerves loosening just a tiny bit. Microsopicly tiny.
"You okay ClaireBear? You look like you're about to swallow fire while standing on a tight rope on the Empire State building in the middle of a hurricane/tornado." Cam says in you're ear, laughing slightly while still remaining serious.
"You nailed how I feel," You say, tugging on the satin dress Massie let you borrow. The carpet seems miles away from the limo door, and you don't know why anyone even bothered to show up. The movie wasn't that great.
"I try," Cam laughes, turning you around in your seat, and you can't help but notice how incredibly hot he looks tonight, "But Claire, look at those people," He turns you back around so your looking out the window, "One day, not far from now, you're going to rock this world, and I'll be standing right beside you. I promise I won't ever leave." His voice is low and sensitive in your ear.
"And that's all that matters," You said positivly, letting the butterflies in your stomach go as his hand wraps around yours.
"All that matters."
Okay, so I TOLD myself I wouldn't do a story like this, one with millions of drabbles and one-shots. Obviously I have the best willpower on this planet.
Derr... :)
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