head over heels !!
cameron james x fem!reader !! best friends to lovers !!
warnings : swearing , fluff , cameron being so so so clueless.
synopsis ; in which cameron’s best friend writes a poem about a mystery boy for an english assignment and he is determined to find out who it’s about.
a/n:divider made by @cafekitsune <3 also ik that cameron is in a military family and moves around a lot but we’re gonna ignore that for the sake of the fic. lower case intended !! also i got all of the french from google translate 😶
it was a warm autumn wednesday at padua high school. you had been working restlessly on a poem you had been assigned for mr morgan. many hours had been spent to perfect it.
you were getting your book of shakespeares sonnets out of your locker, when all of a sudden non other than your best friend cameron came up beside you.
“hey y/n/n!” cameron smiled as he stood by your locker.
“hey cam.” you smiled. you had liked him for a while now. well, a while being three and a half years, since your freshman year.
“i brought you this.” he smiled giving you a caffeinated beverage (your choice). you smiled softly taking the drink from his hands, taking a sip.
“thanks cam. i really needed a pick me up.” you told him.
“i can tell.” he teased. you shove him lightly, as he lets out a soft giggle.
“cmon the bells gonna ring soon.” you told the boy, as he nodded, following you as you made your way to mr morgan’s class.
once you two got situated in your seats, mr morgan started class. “okay for the assignment i told you guys to write love poems, like shakespeare did. would anybody like to share? it coulda been about your couch for all i care” nobody had raised their hand. “fine, i’ll pick.” you sort of zoned out not paying attention to mr morgan until you felt a light nudge coming from beside you.
“ow!” you harshly muttered, looking to see cameron trying to get your attention.
“mr morgan said your up to present your poem.” he told you. you looked up to see mr morgan with his eyebrow raised and his arm crossed.
“are you just gonna sit in wonderland, alice? or are you gonna get up here and read your poem?” he asked sarcastically.
you muttered a soft apology as you grabbed your f/c binder and walked up to the front of the classroom. truth be told you were very nervous because the poem you had wrote was about cameron. but you didn’t want him to know that secret piece of information.
you cleared your throat and looked around the room, your subtle but nervous eyes meeting cameron’s soft brown irises. he gave you a reassuring smile as you returned it with a soft tight lipped one.
“we’re waiting.” mr morgan said impatiently. you quickly opened to the page and began to read aloud.
his moon , my sun , together we are one.
he is the ocean breeze to me , and one may not ask why.
it’s the coffee in the morning and tea at night.
and the way he gives off a mysterious light.
the snow falls down , and you’re still around.
my thoughts are present too. i would much rather be visited by you.
two lovers on the road , with no destination.
is what i would like to be without hesitation
my only words to that sweet question is “yes.”
you finished and shut the f/c binder as cameron grinned giving you a look of “you better explain.”
“well done nicholas sparks.” he remarked, moving on. all you felt was the sporadic glances that cameron would give you during class. you shot him glance and threw him a note telling him to drop it. in return he just rolled his eyes playfully.
after the class was over , you were fast to rush out not wanting to be faced with cameron’s interrogation. that was until he caught up with you.
“you need a ride home, remember.” he reminded you. in your mind , you mentally facepalmed yourself. “don’t worry i’ll go easy on you.” he teased.
“just let it go cam, it’s just a silly crush.” you muttered to him. cameron had a look of shock. his hand to his heart as he walked to his car.
“y/n/n if it was just a silly crush than you wouldn’t write a full romance novel about them!” he told you dramatically. alas, you signed knowing the brunette was right. “is it joey “eat me” donner?” he asked her. “because if it is you know i’ll try to be supportive but-“ you cut him off.
“cameron it is NOT joey. that’s ridiculous.” you spoke matter of factly as he opened the door to his car.
cameron started the ignition and head over heels by tears for fears was playing softly on the radio.
“what about jimmy? michael? brian? patrick? you know if it was patrick, i would 100% understand he is a pretty boy.” he muttered.
“cameron no.” you told him after shaking her head after all the previous names. “just drop it.” she sighed. there was a moment of silence.
“is it kat?” he softly spoke as he looked at you.
“CAMERON!” you exclaimed. a small chuckle left your lips at his determination. cameron figured he would drop it for now and move on to a separate subject.
“anyway, you promised to help me with my french homework remember?”
“yeah, don’t worry i didn’t forget.” you smiled softly, knowing french was cameron’s worst subject, but he tried managing a solid C- in the language.
as you two arrived at the james residence, you trudged your way upstairs and flopped onto cameron’s bed after putting on a tears for fears cassette , playing softly in the background. cameron followed as he sat down beside you, kicking off his shoes.
“mkay, salut! je mapelle y/n , comment allez-vous?” you spoke. cameron listened as you spoke in the language.
“hello, my name is y/n. how are you?” he repeated in english. a bright smile was displayed on your face.
“oui! très bien!” you praised him. he smiled sheepishly. “i’m beginning to think you don’t even need my help.” you teased him.
you two continued to do french homework until cameron spoke up. “give me a harder one.” he challenged. all of a sudden you were feeling pretty gutsy.
“okay cam.” you said, “tu es très jolie et je veux être plus que des amis.” you continued, a regretful feeling in the pit of your stomach as his gaze averted to figure out what you said. you could tell when it clicked.
“aww y/n/n i think you’re pretty too, but we are more than friends, i’m youre bestfriend silly.” he smiled. you’re eyes widened slightly, how did he not take the hint?
“no cam, not like that.” you informed him. you could practically see the question mark over his head. he pondered for a couple of seconds.
“like what?” he muttered. that feeling of confusion melted away once your lips were on his in a state of impulse. he melted into the kiss, as his hands grabbed your face and your hands grabbed each one of his shoulders.
once you two broke apart he was awestruck. “mamma mia.” he mumbled. his eyes as big as dinner plates and his mouth agape.
“wrong language cammy.” you teased.
“but…but that poem? that was about..” he trailed.
“you.” you calmly stated. he looked up to you softly.
“wait…how long?” he asked.
“since freshman year.” you told him.
“and you waited that long to do that?!” he asked, doubfoundedly.
“well i didn’t know if you felt the same way, and you went through that whole thing with bianca and that whole spew to get her to like you back and-“ you continued to ramble until cameron cut you off with another kiss.
“it’s always been you y/n/n. bianca was just to get my mind off of you because i was too scared to think of us as anything more than friends…i didn’t want to ruin that.” he mumbled, looking down at his homework.
you smiled softly at his confession. “well is it that hard to imagine with a visual?” you asked him. he looked up with a confused look, and those puppy dog eyes you adored. you kissed him once.
“i think i can see a picture in my head now.” he said against your lips.
all that was heard was head over heels playing softly in the background.
fin
a/n: help i feel like this lowkey sucked but like cameron my boy ): <333 also the poem is something i just made up on the spot 😭 anyway lmk what you think!!! reblogs w/ comments are always highly appreciated <333
sincerely yours , mars <3
french terms :
oui! très bien! - yes! good job!
tu es très jolie et je veux être plus que des amis. - you are very pretty and i want to be more than friends.
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