“I wonder how much he paid them,” I choke out.
Emma points to my hand. “Read that right now.”
Kamila,
Cameron already wrote the song, so we only found it appropriate to help him with the card.
We apologize for all the people who were probably staring and recording everything.
If it makes you feel any better, he made them sing it in front of all of his friends, including Ethan, to earn our approval. You can only imagine how that went.
Hope it made you laugh like it did us.
Will
P.S. Don’t forgive him too quickly but just know that I’ve never seen any man put this much effort into an apology. - Zoey
“He’s good,” Em scoffs.
“He’s making it very hard to stay angry at him.”
It might’ve been embarrassing, terribly written, and over-the-top cheesy, yet it reminds me of the old us.
He’s trying. Really trying.
“Stay strong, I want to see what he does next. This is way too entertaining to stop now.” She takes a step toward her room. “Also, make sure he doesn’t pursue a musical career any time soon.” Em wrinkles her nose.
We exchange a giggle and go back to studying.
Cameron fucking Kahlo. The only man who can get away with a stunt like this.
Sunday
Jake drops Em and I off in front of our dorm after getting food on campus. Levi and him practically fell off their chairs laughing after seeing the video she took of the song yesterday.
Yes, she took adamn video.
I couldn’t help but grin when I saw my face at the end of the song. The look I had the entire time was priceless, and my face was beet red. I’m sure Cam has seen a video of it by now and is wondering how I reacted after we shut the door. It must be torture for him waiting for my response to any of these gestures. I know he’s not expecting one, but he’s not so secretly hoping I’ll cave in sooner rather than later. Although, every day, it’s getting a little harder to stay away. It would be easy to forgive him, and that terrifies me because that piece of my heart he used to own was and always will be his.
I must remain strong. It’s only been a little over a week since I found out about David. The wound is still fresh, yet somehow it feels as if it’s slowly getting stitched closed with every kind thing that Cam has thrown my way.
Even though so much of what went down could’ve been avoided, I believe everything happened the way it was supposed to, no matter how much of a disaster it was.
“What are you studying for next?” Emma asks, dragging me back to the present.
“The essay I was working on yesterday is done, so now…”
My voice trails off as we step into our room. I hold on to Em’s hand and swear that I feel my heart skip a beat.
The only lighting in the living room is from the multiple tiny star string lights hanging from all four walls. The color is warm and inviting. They’re not tacky looking, cheap, or over the top, they’re perfect.
“This is…”
“Beautiful,” I finish Emma’s sentence.
“There’s a flower too, look.”
She runs over to our small coffee table, where a single red tulip sits in a small vase. My favorite flower in my favorite color. And, of course, there’s a card.
