He was home in an hour. He grabbed his phone and sent out a few texts, asking a close friend to come down for the few months he was gone to take care of Lily. As mentioned, they were pretty close by, so they agreed to just take her home with them. He next, called his sisters, proposing they come with him. They agreed promptly, as long as Cameron paid for their tickets, which he already had. He ran upstairs to pack everything up, and once everything was done… He had nervous jitters. He was going home. He was so excited he was nervous. He forgot completely about last night's events and everything else that had happened.
The second she reaches the house, she parks the motorcycle and all but jumps off. She fumbles with the house keys for a moment before bursting inside. “Kreja!” She exclaims, desperate to see a happy face. The crazy dog barrels towards her, beyond delighted. She has to keep him in check a little so he doesn’t mess up her stitches but it’s a excited reunion. Ava even takes a picture of the little maniac and sends it to Cameron, hoping that it’ll work as a mini peace offering.
She didn't get an answer, which was pretty odd for Cameron. He had left his phone with his packed bags, going downstairs to cook something. Despite his nerves, he was pretty hungry. He spent some time with his Lily girl, before taking her inside and taking her downstairs to enjoy a movie. Why not let these hours, long hours, pass with ease? He had everything worked out, his passport, his old identification, it would be fine.
Ava bites down on her lower lip when she doesn’t get a reply. Is he really that mad at her? She doesn’t even know why she cares about it this much. If anyone other than Cameron choose not to reply then she just wouldn’t care. With a frustrated sigh, she collapses on the couch and flicks on the TV so she can watch the news. Kreja jumps up as well and curls up happily beside her.
(Dunno, whenever you'd like?)
(Should they see each other before Cameron leaves for Russia or after he heats back?)
(Hmmm I thought it would be funny if she goes as he's out at Russia so we could get a peek at what he's doing.)
(Alright, that sounds good with me!)
(Sure! So he’ll be in Russia and she’ll be going to his house to see where he is?)
(Okay!)
Ava heads up the pathway to Cameron’s house, Kreja’s leash in her hand. It’s been a while since she’s heard from him and she’s getting really worried. One message that didn’t get unanswered is bad enough but not hearing from him for about a week is troubling. She approaches the front door and knocks. Kreja seems to pick up on her distress and let’s out a low whine.
The house windows were dark and shuttered shut, and his car was gone from his driveway. There were no barks from Lily or a familiar face answering the door. It seemed to be abandoned, with the shutters shut, but it really wasn't.
Cameron had just gone to Russia to his sisters a week earlier. He was already having a wonderful time with his family together again. And currently, as she walked up the driveway, he was running errands to a few homey shops for his father. He was dressed comfortably, and even despite it being fall, it was still somewhat cold.
Ava frowns deeply at the state the house is in. It looks abandoned. She knocks a few more times but receives no answer. This means that she has two options right now: she can break into his house and look around or she can swing by the restaurant to see if one of the employees know anything. She decides to go with option two. If that doesn’t pan out then she can come back and choose the less legal option.
Cameron hummed a soft greeting to the shopkeeper, picking up a couple onions and peppers to use in his cooking. He paid and moved on to the meats, where he picked a big sliver of meat. After that, he went home to make his sauteed meal for his waiting family, his heavy coat swishing in the wind. He felt at ease again, as he smiled around at the gray skies of his home. It wasn't the prettiest, but he had grown to like it.
Ava gives Kreja’s leash a gentle tug as she leads him away from the house. As she walks, several thoughts run through her head and none of them are good. She’s worried that something has happened to him. She arrives at the restaurant a few minutes later. Hopefully someone here will know something. She approaches the door and peers inside.
There were his cooks inside, laughing and smiling as they cooked. Everything seemed to be okay in there, but they were busy cooking, so they didn't notice her appear in the back door. Flames licked up from their pans and they cooked away, and it was only two men and the occasional waiter dropping in to fill up water cups or pick up food.
That’s a good sign at least. If they don’t seem worried or upset then there might not be anything wrong. She sets Kreja’s leash down and commands him to sit. She knows better than to bring him into the kitchen. Opening the door, she steps inside. “Where’s Cameron?” She gets tight to the point so that she doesn’t waste anytime.
The cooks perked up and was about to tell her off, but they seemed to recognize her, but they gave each other weird looks. Surely Cameron would have told her?
"He went to Russia for three months. Said he was tired of the American way of life and he wanted a break as soon as possible."
Her eyes narrow at this. “Thanks,” She mutters before exiting the building. That’s it. She’s going to fucking kill him when he gets back. What the hell is wrong with him leaving like that and making her worry. “Come on, Kreja,” Her tone towards him is unfairly sharp but she’s too pissed off to care. The dog whines lowly before he trails after her.
(Yep! To when he gets back?)
