Ava looks up to him, trying not to look too hopeful. “Yeah, I would like that. I’d have to get my suitcase from the hotel though.” She won’t check out so that her family still thinks that she’s staying there. “Are you sure that it’s okay that I stay here?” It would be great but she doesn’t want to push her luck.
"Of course. Then we can do all kinds of stuff." He smiled warmly at her. "Of course it's okay, Ava. I did offer. I bet it'll be fun. We can put this fort into good use," He hummed, yawning before relaxing again. "Anyway, didn't I tell you it'd feel so much better? Now we can sleep comfortably."
She presses lightly up against him, holding onto him just a little tighter than before. Having him as a friend and….maybe more means the world to her. “If we keep this fort up, there’s a chance that I’ll never leave it.” It’s comfortable but it’s really the cuddling that she’s enjoying so much. “Yeah, yeah, you were right as always.” She laughs quietly.
Cameron chuckled softly, holding her close to his chest. "Well, I think I'll keep it up for as long as you want it, Ava. Never leaving it is perfectly fine." He laughed and slowly shut his eyes. "Well, when we wake up again we can get something to eat, okay? I can make you some eggs or something and we'll be more or less recovered from last night."
“Careful, I might never let you take it down if it’s up to me,” Ava warns lightly, having thoroughly enjoyed being in the fort. “I’d offer to make you breakfast but my cooking skills haven’t improved very much.” Even after three years, she’s a hazard in the kitchen. “Oh! I did manage to make a batch of cookies last year without burning the house down.”
Cameron chuckled and rolled his eyes. "I have to eventually. But I can keep it up for the couple of months you're here with me, how about that? Then we can remake it." He snuggled her closer. "Hey, don't worry about it, Ava. I don't mind cooking for more than one person than just me. And good job. Apparently you're really good at baking, so that's good."
Ava rests her head on his shoulder, her face hiding in the curve on his neck. “Fair enough. When you come to visit me then we’ll have to make one as well. I don’t have a movie theater room but I have a good sized guest bedroom.” It won’t be nearly as great as this one but it’ll be better than nothing. “No, I definitely suck at baking. The cookies were inedible.”
Cameron gently rubbed her back as he dozed, her breath on his neck making him shiver just a small bit. This felt good, to be with someone like this.
"Absolutely. And I'll bring some good cookies and cake, too, how about that?" He asked her gently, smiling a little as he got pulled away slowly.
Ava relaxes completely at Cameron rubs her back. It feels amazing. She bites back a groan when he hits the knot on the small of her back. That stupid thing has been bothering her for weeks.
“That would be perfect,” She agrees, her eyes fluttering open as she looks at him. While she may not admit it out long, she is disappointed when he starts to pull away.
He nodded at her answer and shifted slightly with her in his arms, finally finding a comfortable spot. His hand relaxed on the small of her back and he gave a tiny grin before he slipped off into sleep. He snored very softly.
With a yawn, she snuggles up against him and gets herself situated. She's so comfortable right now. At this rate, she may never actually go back home. Only a few moments after he's fallen asleep, she's drifted off as well.
(Should we skip to a later date?)
(Yep! Any ideas?)
(Hm maybe the next time she comes around? Or maybe that idea I saw on Pinterest? Like, maybe Ava's fleeing from the police and Cameron stops her and tugs her away?)
(Could we do the Pinterest idea?)
(Ye sounds great!)
(Great!)
(Want me to start?)
(Yes, please!)
Cameron was having a normal day. He had taken a quick walk to the open farmer's market to pick up some fall fruits and veggies to feature on his menu. A lot of squash and peppers were involved. It had been about a month since Ava had left to go back home, and he had been in contact with her since. They called each other every once in a while, but they mostly got into contact through texting. But he wasn't expecting to stumble across from her today as he wove into one of his back alley shortcuts.
Ava races through the streets of the city, her feet slamming on the concrete as she runs. The streetlamps and the full moon are the only thing lighting her path. She fucked up big time. While carrying out with a murder, she had made the stupid mistake of getting distracted and falling right into a trap that had been set for her. Now she's trying to avoid the cops that are hunting her down. A quick glance over her shoulder shows her that they're catching up. Fuck. She swerves into a nearby alleyway, figuring that this will throw them off a little.
Cameron smiled fondly at a green pepper he was holding up, then put it back into the bag with its fellows, looking back and forth. Until he heard spastic footsteps a couple yards away, his alarm bells ringing. It could be anyone, fleeing into the alleys at this time of night. He stealthily followed the sound, looking back and forth and spotting someone to the right. They must have just entered. He seized the person by their shoulder and used only brute strength to drag them and their momentum along into the shadier, quieter alleys.
Ava wildly looks around as she runs. She's completely screwed if she gets caught. Before she knows it, someone is grabbing her shoulders and dragging her away. She slams her foot into the person's knee before whirling around, ready to stab them. Only a split second before she stabs them, she recognizes who they are. "Cameron?" She blinks in surprise before opening her mouth to apologize for kicking him. Before she gets a chance, she hears the sound of her impending doom. She slams herself up against the wall of the alleyway and covers her mouth with her hand.
Cameron barely caught himself as she kicked him, and only shushed her softly. He wrapped his arms around her hips and picked her up as she tried to hide, starting to run at his full speed at the sound of approaching cops. His bags waved at his sides and quietly hit him as he ran, the only noise in the alley. He took many turns and tried to make it as confusing as possible, while he knew where he was. He finally made it to a very tiny alley near the beach, ducking behind a dumpster, slowly letting her go as he kept an ear out for the cops.
"Ava, what the hell are you doing?" He asked, breathless.
Ava protests the second Cameron picks her up. Being manhandled is not something that she appreciates. "What the fuck? Put me down!" She whisper yells, scowling at him. With an annoyed huff, she remains still until he stops running. The second that she's set down, she punches him in the arm. "Don't pick me up again." She brushes herself off before whirling around to fully face her. "I'm trying not to get arrested." Rolling her eyes, she crosses her arms.