&&. ‘two months. four days. twelve hours. seventeen minutes.’ // janelle & cameron
two months, four days, twelve hours and seventeen minutes. though it wasn’t the longest cameron had ever gone without seeing janelle, now that they were together, everything was different. he felt like his heart had a hole in it, one that only her presence could fill. he was doing his best push his feelings away, he tried to make the best of every moment, knowing that he would be seeing her ‘soon’. it was nearing the end of their tour, and cameron was more than ready to be heading home, they did have a couple more shows booked, but after that, he was back home to the love of his life. there was only a couple of hours until their first show of the trio they had booked for this venue began, and cam was in the bathroom, finishing up his shower and trying to get his hair in order, but that was failing epically. he finally got himself dressed, his hair pretty much a mop on the top of his head. cameron was cleaning up his things he brought to the bathroom with him when he heard a slight comotion happening in the green room. confused, he held all his things in one arm so he was able to open the door with the other, “what’s happening out -” he started, stopping dead in his tracks. who he saw wasn’t his bandmates, or anyone from their crew, it was janelle. on the couch in the green room, staring right at him. he stared back, shocked and confused at first, but those emotions quickly turned into excitement, not even knowing she was coming to the show, nevermind coming backstage to see them before it. the male dropped his things on top of his backpack, not even thinking about where they were landing. he walked quickly over to the girl, wrapping his arms as tightly around her as he possibly could, his head snuggled into the crook of her neck, “how are you here?” cameron spoke, his voice getting muffled by her clothing, “i missed you,”
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