Complicated Love
Posted: 23 Jul 2015 13:58
Complicated Love - Chapter 1
Izzy Weaver could not understand why her twin brother's best friend, Cameron Hart, was so hung up on her. After years of teasing and flirting on Cameron's behalf Izzy starts to actually feel something for Cam. Was she starting to like him? Follow Izzy and Cam to find out if this unlikely pair can battle the odds and find a unique love of their own.
Izzy Weaver's POV
It was Friday, thank god for the weekend! I had rushed to my locker and gathered my things quickly; I couldn't wait to get out of the building and into the sun. I said goodbye to my best friend Jen and told her I'd call tonight, so we could hang out this weekend.
Grayson, my twin brother, had soccer practice for an hour, so I usually waited for him and sat under a tree by the field and read a book or listen to music.
Grayson and I had grown up being best friends. He'd always push me on the swing and build sandcastles with me in the summer. We always had matching meals; we pretty much liked the exactly the same foods. We watched the same TV shows and read the same books. He played dolls with me and I played cars with him. We were inseparable; since we were twins, I guess, we had some special connection.
We also looked the same. Okay, obviously not identical since he was a boy and I was a girl, but we had the same light blue eyes, blond hair (although his seemed to be a bit darker than mine sometimes), he was a lot taller than me but I wasn't exactly short. I was 5'8" and he was 6'0". People told us that we had the same nose, but I couldn't tell, I mean, a nose is a nose right?
As we grew older and entered high school we discovered we had a lot of different interests as well. Grayson was sportier than I was, he played lots of sports, but soccer was his favorite. As for me, well I loved music and books, I could easily lose myself in either, and it was an amazing feeling. We also had different friends. He became good friends with boys on his soccer team and I became friends with some people from my classes because we'd always have study groups and help each other out.
Obviously I was more interested in learning than he was, I continually tutored him. If his grades fell he wouldn't be able to play on the team, and that would devastate him, so I was always there to help. He liked going to parties and getting drunk on the weekends while I liked cuddling up with a good book or some popcorn and a movie at home. Of course I'd be the one to pick him up from his parties or cover for him when he sneaked out. Thanks to me, mom and dad were pretty clueless, they thought that had two golden children.
Another difference between my brother and I was that he easily got dates. Since he was one of the captains of the soccer team (the other being Cam) for last two years, the girls swooned over him (and of course Cam as well). The two of them always had girls following them around and giggling as they walked by. I understand why though, they were charming and confident. They were talented athletes, and what girl doesn't love athletes? None. We all love them.
I, on the other hand, had never been lucky with guys. Sure, I had had a boyfriend before, in freshmen year. His name was Greg Wallace, a nerdy computer guy who never paid for my dinner or wanted to hold my hand. Other than Greg, I had been a single pringle for quite some time.
It's not like I was unattractive or anything, I was perfectly average. But that was the thing. I was average. Guys didn't really see me because of all the other girls who were loud and exciting, girls who wore piles of makeup just to go to the grocery store, girls who went partying every weekend; girls who weren't me. Grayson was also really protective. If there in fact was a guy who was interested in me, Grayson would have them running in a matter of hours. I didn't mind though, one day my prince would come. Haha, barf. I honestly didn't mind. Cameron was a handful and that's all I could deal with right now.
Now in senior year, both of us had really found who we are as individuals, but nonetheless we were still very close.
I made my way to the field, happy that it was sunny out today. I sat down in the grass and pulled my book out. The team was used to me sitting and watching, they didn't mind, which I was glad for because some of those guys were jerks. Grayson kept them in line though, they knew not to stir up any funny business with me; I was strictly off limits.
"Hey Angel," I hear a familiar voice say from above. I look up from my book and there stood Cameron Hart, Grayson's best friend, and the only one who continuously tried to get with me and defy my brother's wishes.
"Hi," I stiffly, he had better had a good reason to interrupt my reading time.
"Why so cold Angel?" He always called me by pet names, but Angel was the one he used the most. I don't know where the pet names came from but Grayson didn't approve of it at first. He thought Cam was trying to get in my pants, which he obviously was, but after a while Grayson started to ignore it.
I mean, Cameron's intentions are still the same, he is always trying to seduce me, but I know better than to mess around with him. Cam was a heart-breaker, and I didn't plan on becoming some number on his long list of girls he fooled. "Just wanted to say hello, haven't seen your pretty face all day long," I rolled my eyes at him and laugh.
"Stop it Cam," I frowned at him.
"What? I can't call my girl pretty?"
"I'm not your girl," I said and looked over at the bleachers at some girls in short shorts and crop tops who were ogling at Cameron and the other soccer players, "I think, they'd be much more fitting."
Cameron looked in their direction and shrugged, "Eh, I've hooked up with them all before. Besides, you know you're my one and only Princ-" he was interrupted by a soccer ball getting flung at his head.
Grayson emerged behind him and yelled, "Stop flirting with my sister and let's practice!"
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After practice Grayson and I drove home. We shared a car, a 2014 Jeep Wrangler in black. Grayson got to pick the car, I wanted a Mini Cooper in red but he was the one who drove the most, so in the end I let him have what he wanted.
When we got home, I headed to the kitchen to make a snack, I was always hungry after school. Grayson followed me in and stood on the other side of the island counter staring at me. I gave him a weird look, "What? Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I have to ask you something."
"Okay, go ahead, don't just stand there looking like a maniac," I laughed at him.
He smiled nervously and took a deep break before mumbling, "WouldyoumindifCamandIthrewapartytomorrownight?"
I furrowed my brows in confusion; I didn't catch any of that, "Say it again? Slower."
"Would you mind if Cam and I threw a party tomorrow night? Mom and dad aren't coming home because they're visiting grandma and grandpa and we wanted to celebrate the beginning of the soccer season..." He looked at me cautiously. He knew, I hated when he threw parties at our house. I didn't hate the party itself; I hated the prep and the aftermath of the party. He and Cam always got me to do errands for them like buy snacks and cups and other random things. And when the night was over and everyone was passed out, I would be the only one to clean things up.
I groaned loudly and rolled my eyes. A second later, I head Cameron's voice from the hallway, "Who sounds like a freaking gorilla?!" He laughed and made his way into the kitchen where we were. Cam was always over; he and Grayson were best friends ever since freshmen year. It was never a big surprise to see Cam around the house because he basically lived here too.
"Izzy obviously," said Grayson and laughed. He and Cam were always making fun of me; it seemed to be like one of their favorite things to do besides play soccer and video games.
"Ahh, I should have known," he replied and they laughed again.
"Guys do you really have to have the party here?" I whined and pouted at them.
"God Angel, don't pout like that. It's so hot, you drive me crazy," he said and slid his arms around my waist from behind.
Grayson glared at Cameron, "Dude get your hands off her!"
Cameron held his hands up in surrender and teased Grayson, "I can't help it sometimes, sorry man."
"Control yourself then, that's my sister," he rolled his eyes at his best friend. Cameron liked to make fun of me, but he loved to make fun of Grayson. He'd always talk to me as if I were his girl in front of my brother, actually he did that all the time, but mostly when Grayson was around. Grayson was so protective, it was quite adorable actually; he really was a great brother.
"Seriously though, why here?" I said bluntly, being very obvious that I was not on board with the whole party idea.
"Cause your brother is captain," Cameron shrugged.
"You're captain too! Why not your house?" I argued and folded my arms angrily.
"My parents are totally insane Angel, have you ever met them?"
I shook my head no.
"Yeah! 'Cause I'd never ever let you meet them; they're crazy! Grayson only met them a few times."
"True Izzy, they're crazy," Grayson agreed.
"UGH! FINE! I hate you guys!" I said and finally gave in.
They cheered and high fived each other happily, but I cut them off and said sternly, "BUT!"
They groaned in unison.
"I am not helping you prepare. I will not go to the store to buy you chips or cups or ping-pong balls for beer pong! I will not help you set up the stereo, you two are big boys and you should know how to do that yourself! I will not help you with any of that!"
They looked at each other and then nodded at me with smiles on their faces.
"AND!"
They groaned again and rolled their eyes at me.
"Since I know the next day you two will be hung over beyond belief, I will help you clean up, but you aren't going to let me do it all. You must clean up too; this is your party, your mess, and your responsibility!"
Grayson groaned and nodded his head a million times, "Okay mom, whatever."
"Don't call me that," I shot at him.
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3 am. It was the best time to have a snack. I walked past the laundry room and quickly snatched my bother's soccer hoodie, it was nice and big, and I always stole it from him. I snuggled into it as I walked up the stairs to the kitchen. I opened up the cupboards and pulled out some Fruit Loops, my favorite cereal. I listened to the echo of the cereal being poured into the bowl and in no time I had added the milk. I only poured in a little, maybe 3 or 4 small splashes, that was the only way I liked my cereal, wet with milk but only enough so that it stayed dry and crunchy. I took a bite and smiled, there was nothing like the satisfaction of having cereal in the middle of the night. I loved it.
"Hey."
I jumped, a little startled, and turned around to find Cameron leaning against the doorframe with a sleepy smile painted on that smug face of his.
I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in and smiled, "Holy hell Cam, you scared me," I said relieved it wasn't actually a serial killer.
"Sorry babe," he said with his golden smile painted on his face. I smiled back at him. "Fruit loops huh? Nice choice," he walked over and stood on the other side of the island, leaning forward towards me.
"There is no other option when we have Fruit Loops in the house. Fruit Loops or nothing!" I said and slammed my fist on the counter jokingly. He smirked and shook his head at me.
"You're feisty tonight, even over cereal," he came over and poked my sides. I squirmed and laughed before I shooed him away with my elbow, "I like it," he said with a wink.
"I didn't know you were sleeping over tonight," I said while I took another spoonful of cereal into my mouth.
"Yeah me either. We were playing video games and then we looked at the clock and it was 1am." He shrugged, "why go home now when I'm most likely going to be coming back for breakfast, right?"
I smiled and nodded, "You need your own room here; I swear you're here more than Grayson is."
"I'll set up camp in your room then?" He said with a smug smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and took another spoonful of cereal.
"You wish Cam," I replied teasingly.
"I really do, you have no idea..." I didn't know what to say to that. He would always pull lines on me that seemed so serious. Deep down I knew he didn't mean it though, he couldn't. Could he?
"Nice sweater Angel," I head him say from behind me.
"It's Gray's," I said over my shoulder with a shrug.
"Are you sure about that Princess?"
"Yes..." I said, confusedly and turn around to look at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Check again," he said and poked at my back where the number and name were placed on the hoodie.
"What do you mean, check again? This is Grayson's, see it says Weaver, number 20..." I say and look at the number. But when I looked it wasn't Grayson's number... it was Cameron's, 17.
"Oh..." I blushed, a bit embarrassed. These damn sweaters looked exactly the same, it was dark and late, how was I supposed to know Cameron was even in our house still? I thought he had gone home.
He chuckled and ran his fingers along my cheek as it built up a nice flush of pink.
"S-sorry..." I said and started to pull it off to give it back. He grabbed hold of my hands and stopped my squirming. Then he pulled the edge of the hoodie back down and moved in a little closer to me. Suddenly my lips were inches away from his, any closer and we would kiss. He started to lean in a bit, but for some reason moved back with that damn smirk on his face. He was such a tease!
"Keep it, it looks better on you than on me anyway. G'night Angel." And without another word, he walked down the hall and to Grayson's room for the rest of the night.
For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about the way his fingers felt against my cheek. And holy shit we almost kissed! I sort of wanted it to happen. Why? I had never felt this way before about Cameron. I was usually immune to his charm, but tonight it felt like I wanted him to kiss me. All night I lay awake thinking of how nice he was to let me keep his sweater. I would surely give it back the next morning, but for now I chose to stay in it, it was too warm to take off.
Cameron confused me so much. He seemed like such a cocky jerk most of the time but then he'd be quite sweet like tonight. I wondered what it would be like to be Cameron's girlfriend, his real girlfriend. I shook my head; Cameron didn't date. He had never had a girlfriend before; he just hooked up... a lot. But maybe... just maybe he was changing.
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Izzy Weaver could not understand why her twin brother's best friend, Cameron Hart, was so hung up on her. After years of teasing and flirting on Cameron's behalf Izzy starts to actually feel something for Cam. Was she starting to like him? Follow Izzy and Cam to find out if this unlikely pair can battle the odds and find a unique love of their own.
Izzy Weaver's POV
It was Friday, thank god for the weekend! I had rushed to my locker and gathered my things quickly; I couldn't wait to get out of the building and into the sun. I said goodbye to my best friend Jen and told her I'd call tonight, so we could hang out this weekend.
Grayson, my twin brother, had soccer practice for an hour, so I usually waited for him and sat under a tree by the field and read a book or listen to music.
Grayson and I had grown up being best friends. He'd always push me on the swing and build sandcastles with me in the summer. We always had matching meals; we pretty much liked the exactly the same foods. We watched the same TV shows and read the same books. He played dolls with me and I played cars with him. We were inseparable; since we were twins, I guess, we had some special connection.
We also looked the same. Okay, obviously not identical since he was a boy and I was a girl, but we had the same light blue eyes, blond hair (although his seemed to be a bit darker than mine sometimes), he was a lot taller than me but I wasn't exactly short. I was 5'8" and he was 6'0". People told us that we had the same nose, but I couldn't tell, I mean, a nose is a nose right?
As we grew older and entered high school we discovered we had a lot of different interests as well. Grayson was sportier than I was, he played lots of sports, but soccer was his favorite. As for me, well I loved music and books, I could easily lose myself in either, and it was an amazing feeling. We also had different friends. He became good friends with boys on his soccer team and I became friends with some people from my classes because we'd always have study groups and help each other out.
Obviously I was more interested in learning than he was, I continually tutored him. If his grades fell he wouldn't be able to play on the team, and that would devastate him, so I was always there to help. He liked going to parties and getting drunk on the weekends while I liked cuddling up with a good book or some popcorn and a movie at home. Of course I'd be the one to pick him up from his parties or cover for him when he sneaked out. Thanks to me, mom and dad were pretty clueless, they thought that had two golden children.
Another difference between my brother and I was that he easily got dates. Since he was one of the captains of the soccer team (the other being Cam) for last two years, the girls swooned over him (and of course Cam as well). The two of them always had girls following them around and giggling as they walked by. I understand why though, they were charming and confident. They were talented athletes, and what girl doesn't love athletes? None. We all love them.
I, on the other hand, had never been lucky with guys. Sure, I had had a boyfriend before, in freshmen year. His name was Greg Wallace, a nerdy computer guy who never paid for my dinner or wanted to hold my hand. Other than Greg, I had been a single pringle for quite some time.
It's not like I was unattractive or anything, I was perfectly average. But that was the thing. I was average. Guys didn't really see me because of all the other girls who were loud and exciting, girls who wore piles of makeup just to go to the grocery store, girls who went partying every weekend; girls who weren't me. Grayson was also really protective. If there in fact was a guy who was interested in me, Grayson would have them running in a matter of hours. I didn't mind though, one day my prince would come. Haha, barf. I honestly didn't mind. Cameron was a handful and that's all I could deal with right now.
Now in senior year, both of us had really found who we are as individuals, but nonetheless we were still very close.
I made my way to the field, happy that it was sunny out today. I sat down in the grass and pulled my book out. The team was used to me sitting and watching, they didn't mind, which I was glad for because some of those guys were jerks. Grayson kept them in line though, they knew not to stir up any funny business with me; I was strictly off limits.
"Hey Angel," I hear a familiar voice say from above. I look up from my book and there stood Cameron Hart, Grayson's best friend, and the only one who continuously tried to get with me and defy my brother's wishes.
"Hi," I stiffly, he had better had a good reason to interrupt my reading time.
"Why so cold Angel?" He always called me by pet names, but Angel was the one he used the most. I don't know where the pet names came from but Grayson didn't approve of it at first. He thought Cam was trying to get in my pants, which he obviously was, but after a while Grayson started to ignore it.
I mean, Cameron's intentions are still the same, he is always trying to seduce me, but I know better than to mess around with him. Cam was a heart-breaker, and I didn't plan on becoming some number on his long list of girls he fooled. "Just wanted to say hello, haven't seen your pretty face all day long," I rolled my eyes at him and laugh.
"Stop it Cam," I frowned at him.
"What? I can't call my girl pretty?"
"I'm not your girl," I said and looked over at the bleachers at some girls in short shorts and crop tops who were ogling at Cameron and the other soccer players, "I think, they'd be much more fitting."
Cameron looked in their direction and shrugged, "Eh, I've hooked up with them all before. Besides, you know you're my one and only Princ-" he was interrupted by a soccer ball getting flung at his head.
Grayson emerged behind him and yelled, "Stop flirting with my sister and let's practice!"
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After practice Grayson and I drove home. We shared a car, a 2014 Jeep Wrangler in black. Grayson got to pick the car, I wanted a Mini Cooper in red but he was the one who drove the most, so in the end I let him have what he wanted.
When we got home, I headed to the kitchen to make a snack, I was always hungry after school. Grayson followed me in and stood on the other side of the island counter staring at me. I gave him a weird look, "What? Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I have to ask you something."
"Okay, go ahead, don't just stand there looking like a maniac," I laughed at him.
He smiled nervously and took a deep break before mumbling, "WouldyoumindifCamandIthrewapartytomorrownight?"
I furrowed my brows in confusion; I didn't catch any of that, "Say it again? Slower."
"Would you mind if Cam and I threw a party tomorrow night? Mom and dad aren't coming home because they're visiting grandma and grandpa and we wanted to celebrate the beginning of the soccer season..." He looked at me cautiously. He knew, I hated when he threw parties at our house. I didn't hate the party itself; I hated the prep and the aftermath of the party. He and Cam always got me to do errands for them like buy snacks and cups and other random things. And when the night was over and everyone was passed out, I would be the only one to clean things up.
I groaned loudly and rolled my eyes. A second later, I head Cameron's voice from the hallway, "Who sounds like a freaking gorilla?!" He laughed and made his way into the kitchen where we were. Cam was always over; he and Grayson were best friends ever since freshmen year. It was never a big surprise to see Cam around the house because he basically lived here too.
"Izzy obviously," said Grayson and laughed. He and Cam were always making fun of me; it seemed to be like one of their favorite things to do besides play soccer and video games.
"Ahh, I should have known," he replied and they laughed again.
"Guys do you really have to have the party here?" I whined and pouted at them.
"God Angel, don't pout like that. It's so hot, you drive me crazy," he said and slid his arms around my waist from behind.
Grayson glared at Cameron, "Dude get your hands off her!"
Cameron held his hands up in surrender and teased Grayson, "I can't help it sometimes, sorry man."
"Control yourself then, that's my sister," he rolled his eyes at his best friend. Cameron liked to make fun of me, but he loved to make fun of Grayson. He'd always talk to me as if I were his girl in front of my brother, actually he did that all the time, but mostly when Grayson was around. Grayson was so protective, it was quite adorable actually; he really was a great brother.
"Seriously though, why here?" I said bluntly, being very obvious that I was not on board with the whole party idea.
"Cause your brother is captain," Cameron shrugged.
"You're captain too! Why not your house?" I argued and folded my arms angrily.
"My parents are totally insane Angel, have you ever met them?"
I shook my head no.
"Yeah! 'Cause I'd never ever let you meet them; they're crazy! Grayson only met them a few times."
"True Izzy, they're crazy," Grayson agreed.
"UGH! FINE! I hate you guys!" I said and finally gave in.
They cheered and high fived each other happily, but I cut them off and said sternly, "BUT!"
They groaned in unison.
"I am not helping you prepare. I will not go to the store to buy you chips or cups or ping-pong balls for beer pong! I will not help you set up the stereo, you two are big boys and you should know how to do that yourself! I will not help you with any of that!"
They looked at each other and then nodded at me with smiles on their faces.
"AND!"
They groaned again and rolled their eyes at me.
"Since I know the next day you two will be hung over beyond belief, I will help you clean up, but you aren't going to let me do it all. You must clean up too; this is your party, your mess, and your responsibility!"
Grayson groaned and nodded his head a million times, "Okay mom, whatever."
"Don't call me that," I shot at him.
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3 am. It was the best time to have a snack. I walked past the laundry room and quickly snatched my bother's soccer hoodie, it was nice and big, and I always stole it from him. I snuggled into it as I walked up the stairs to the kitchen. I opened up the cupboards and pulled out some Fruit Loops, my favorite cereal. I listened to the echo of the cereal being poured into the bowl and in no time I had added the milk. I only poured in a little, maybe 3 or 4 small splashes, that was the only way I liked my cereal, wet with milk but only enough so that it stayed dry and crunchy. I took a bite and smiled, there was nothing like the satisfaction of having cereal in the middle of the night. I loved it.
"Hey."
I jumped, a little startled, and turned around to find Cameron leaning against the doorframe with a sleepy smile painted on that smug face of his.
I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in and smiled, "Holy hell Cam, you scared me," I said relieved it wasn't actually a serial killer.
"Sorry babe," he said with his golden smile painted on his face. I smiled back at him. "Fruit loops huh? Nice choice," he walked over and stood on the other side of the island, leaning forward towards me.
"There is no other option when we have Fruit Loops in the house. Fruit Loops or nothing!" I said and slammed my fist on the counter jokingly. He smirked and shook his head at me.
"You're feisty tonight, even over cereal," he came over and poked my sides. I squirmed and laughed before I shooed him away with my elbow, "I like it," he said with a wink.
"I didn't know you were sleeping over tonight," I said while I took another spoonful of cereal into my mouth.
"Yeah me either. We were playing video games and then we looked at the clock and it was 1am." He shrugged, "why go home now when I'm most likely going to be coming back for breakfast, right?"
I smiled and nodded, "You need your own room here; I swear you're here more than Grayson is."
"I'll set up camp in your room then?" He said with a smug smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and took another spoonful of cereal.
"You wish Cam," I replied teasingly.
"I really do, you have no idea..." I didn't know what to say to that. He would always pull lines on me that seemed so serious. Deep down I knew he didn't mean it though, he couldn't. Could he?
"Nice sweater Angel," I head him say from behind me.
"It's Gray's," I said over my shoulder with a shrug.
"Are you sure about that Princess?"
"Yes..." I said, confusedly and turn around to look at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Check again," he said and poked at my back where the number and name were placed on the hoodie.
"What do you mean, check again? This is Grayson's, see it says Weaver, number 20..." I say and look at the number. But when I looked it wasn't Grayson's number... it was Cameron's, 17.
"Oh..." I blushed, a bit embarrassed. These damn sweaters looked exactly the same, it was dark and late, how was I supposed to know Cameron was even in our house still? I thought he had gone home.
He chuckled and ran his fingers along my cheek as it built up a nice flush of pink.
"S-sorry..." I said and started to pull it off to give it back. He grabbed hold of my hands and stopped my squirming. Then he pulled the edge of the hoodie back down and moved in a little closer to me. Suddenly my lips were inches away from his, any closer and we would kiss. He started to lean in a bit, but for some reason moved back with that damn smirk on his face. He was such a tease!
"Keep it, it looks better on you than on me anyway. G'night Angel." And without another word, he walked down the hall and to Grayson's room for the rest of the night.
For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about the way his fingers felt against my cheek. And holy shit we almost kissed! I sort of wanted it to happen. Why? I had never felt this way before about Cameron. I was usually immune to his charm, but tonight it felt like I wanted him to kiss me. All night I lay awake thinking of how nice he was to let me keep his sweater. I would surely give it back the next morning, but for now I chose to stay in it, it was too warm to take off.
Cameron confused me so much. He seemed like such a cocky jerk most of the time but then he'd be quite sweet like tonight. I wondered what it would be like to be Cameron's girlfriend, his real girlfriend. I shook my head; Cameron didn't date. He had never had a girlfriend before; he just hooked up... a lot. But maybe... just maybe he was changing.
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