Final chapter! Oh my god, it's the final chapter for this story. And for all my readers who look to see if I ever post on this archive, I will not be for, like, the next two years. Yeah, I know that is forever. But I have good reason.
I've recently been doing collaboration with a friend of mine (Cody Simpson vs. Billy Unger, awesome gal) for those of you who didn't know. We have a trilogy that will take up most of my time until at least March or late, late February. Then after that, I will focus on solo projects and one-shots because I'm really backed up in those, too.
So, like, shit. Guys, I'm sorry to be leaving you for so long.
And the whole two year thing is even if I come up with ideas for Jessie. I still ship Lemma and everything, but I think I'm like done writing for this archive. And I don't want to give you guys false hope, so I'm not even going to go into the maybes and ifs.
"Uh…" Nicole scratched the back of her neck, ducking her hair and scooting in her spot uncomfortably. She really didn't want to answer this question. "Pass?" she squeaked out, shrinking into her shoulders.
"Nuh-uh," Cameron teased with a playful smirk and crossed his arms smugly, "no passes aloud."
Nicole frowned. "You digging into personal business," she pointed out, her stomach dipping. She suddenly felt sour. "A place you don't need your nose in."
"Com'n," Cameron whined, cocking his head in just the right way. Oh god, Nicole cringed; she was getting attacked by puppy dog eyes. "Initials? Not even a full name?"
"I'll give you a hint," she caved, looking at the floor. Nicole nibbled on her lip as she quietly said, "it starts with the letter after B."
The room's silent for a moment, there was a snap of fingers and a cry of, "Oh! C! I get it now."
"It took you that long to figure it out?" Nicole snickered.
Cameron leaned against the wall and pouted. "What are you saying?"
"The fact that you don't get my point…" she trailed off, giving him a look. Cameron glared back, shaking his head at her disapprovingly.
"Mean; just plain mean."
Nicole shrugged. "I've heard it more than once."
Peyton was frustrated. Cameron was needed on set for the rehearsal of Scene 3 and Scene 7; she didn't want to let him out of the closet. Both of her friends were stubborn enough that she knew neither of them admitted it yet. Close, but not yet.
There she was, glaring at the janitor's closet door and wishing they would hurry up. But it was Nicole and Cameron, Peyton knew, who put their pride in front of everything. It was possible the whole situation itself wasn't as bad as the blonde was making it out to be, but complicated was definitely in the right field of word choice.
"What are you doing?" a voice asked from behind her. Peyton didn't even jump, used to people sneaking up on her.
"Have you ever put someone in something and knew they could solve it without any further help if they didn't have so many…so many roadblocks?" Peyton asked Debby in a rush, turning and tilting her head—she was genuinely curious on what her co-star's answer would be.
The older actress took a step back, caught off guard by the question. "There's something in there, isn't it?" Debby guessed.
"More like someone—and not exactly one."
Debby followed Peyton's gaze to the door. "Should I be worried?"
Peyton shrugged. "Just tell the director Cameron'll be there in five. Or ten."
"Whatever," the older girl said with a shrug, "it's not gonna be my head he'll cut off."
The blonde didn't watch her friend disappear around the corner to set but instead wondered where Zach had wandered off to. Probably went and retreated back to her dressing room—ditching his post to watch the door. For all Peyton knew, Nicole could've picked the lock and set them both free. (She quickly dismissed the idea; she'd searched the brunette before they arrived at the studio that morning.)
Feeling a wave of frustration, Peyton impatiently pounded on the door. "Either kiss already or I'll force you to! I don't care which!"
From the other side, Nicole froze. Right now, she was really starting to hate Peyton and that big mouth of hers.
"Do you have any idea what she's talking about?" Cameron asked curiously. How could he still be this oblivious? Nicole wondered. She hadn't been trying to make it obvious, but Peyton sure had. And it still didn't work.
"Maybe a small idea…" Nicole started to nervously twist her hair.
Cameron gave her look. "You gonna share?"
"I really don't want to."
"Too bad. If you don't, I'll just have to make you." That's all he said before he launched at her. Nicole squealed, squirming as he pinned her wrists down with one hand and started to attack her ribcage and underarms.
She kicked out wildly, fidgeting this way and that as her face turned red and her laugh grew contagious, filling the tiny atmosphere.
"Okay! I'll spill. Just…just—oh my god, just knock it off."
Cameron removed himself from on top of her, instead sitting beside her as she sat up, breathing in and out heavily as she tried to regain a steady breathing pattern. He just sat there, waiting patiently.
Crap, now he expects an answer.
Nicole stared at her neon laces and straightened her jacket and hat. "You."
The word left her mouth so quietly; even she had to strain to hear it as it evaporated into the air like it wasn't spoken in the first place.
"Gonna have to speak up," Cameron encouraged teasingly.
"You." Nicole said it louder and faster, it slipping off her tongue and into the actor's ears with the speed of lightning.
"Me?" Cameron gasped, not being able to believe it.
She nodded, hopping to her feet. Nicole swiped nonexistent sweat from the palm of her hands on her jeans as she turned to face the door. "Well," she said, "I've embarrassed myself for one day, and don't intend to keep doing it." The brunette spun to face the door, raising her fist as she began to pound on the door. "Hear that Peyton? I admitted it, now let me out."
The lock, like the trapped two, didn't budge.
Nicole raised her arm again, no doubt about to scream and holler and pound on the poor door more, when she was spun. Eyes wide, their lips met.
It was just a tiny, shy peck of their lips, but Nicole felt her body buzz as tingle ran up and down her spine as they pull away. Cameron's cheeks were ablaze, and, no doubt, Nicole's probably were too.
"Okay!" a peppy voice called from the other side. "You can come out now."
Light flooded the small closet as the door opened—finally, finally opened. Peyton stood against the wall, smiling.
Nicole in a sudden burst of anger grabbed ahold of her friend's shoulder and started to shake her frantically. "Do you have any idea how stupid that was?" she cried out. "I should kill you right now."
The blonde laughed and shook her head. She looked over the brunette's shoulder to Cameron who stood leaning against the former prison door. "She's your girlfriend now," Peyton stated, "Your turn to keep her anger under control."
Yeah, crappiest ending, like, ever. I've been working on and off on this final chapter for two months and honestly, it's horrible. I was writing it without any interest, and forgot a lot of stuff so I had to look at the previous chapters and all that.
But I've loved reading all the reviews you've sent me on how much you loved this story, and back when I first started this, I loved writing it for you guys. Please don't lose faith in my other writing and keep on the lookout for all my other upcoming works.
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