hi guys this is such a long chapter and i've had it ready for days but i just couldn't bring myself to sit down and edit it. anyway, i managed to (halfass) edit it. i wanted to get it out to yall bc i'm going to be gone until Friday. sooo...enjoy. comment lots plz. yall know i love it when you do. <3

Saturday comes around and I'm panicking just a bit. I'm going to meet Cam's family today and I don't know what to even say. But more importantly, I don't even know how I'm going to get there. Nola and Jorja are working and my mother is at Arya's field hockey practice. That means the last person to ask is...

"Can I please use your car?" I beg Bellamy with my fingers tangled together and my lower lip puckered out like a baby. "I want to go see Cam."

My older sister eyes me curiously from her spot on the couch. "What time will you be back?" She tugs at a piece of her long, dark brown hair and I try to do the math.

He told me to get there at around 3:00 but I'd imagine we're not eating until about 6. Is an hour enough for a family dinner? Maybe two? "9." That's a good estimate right. She pushes a breath through her lips and shakes her head.

"I have a date at 6..." I let out a long sigh. Now I have to cancel or see if he can come pick me up. My sister sees the expression on my face and taps my forehead with her popcorn butter ridden finger. "Tell you what, I can drop you off and I'm sure one of us can pick you up. Where does he live again?"

"Queensburg." She cringes and I assume it's because of the distance. "He said to get there around three."

"That's forty five minutes away." She looks at her phone and nods at me. "We'll have to leave in a half hour." It's 1:13.

"We're going to be early," I mumble in hopes that she'll push it back at least ten minutes.

"Either you're early or you don't go," she concurs as she places a piece of popcorn in her mouth. I let out a loud sigh as I rush to my room to put on my makeup. Last night, Jorja helped me pick out an outfit, seeing as she's the only one of us that's ever made it far enough to meet someone's parents. She picked out a white turtleneck sweater and a pair of nice, unripped jeans. I made the decision of wearing my boots to protect my feet from the cold weather and layer of hardening snow on the ground.

Once I'm in the car with Bellamy, I feel my nerves getting the best of me. Not only are we leaving extremely early but we're also driving nearly fifteen over the speed limit. I'm so stressed about not getting into an accident that I don't even have time to worry about what I'm going to say at dinner. When we pull up to the large house, I feel my heart drop to my ankles.

"Oh shit," Bellamy hisses as she cranes her neck to examine the large house. This is where he lives? I assess the modern gray home and my gaze falls upon the driveway, where I discover his familiar car. He definitely lives here. "He's rich."

I give a weak shrug as I look at the time. It's barely past 2:30. "I'm scared," I admit quietly and my sister nudges me.

"You're going to do fine. If he's as sweet as you say he is, his parents are probably just as nice," Bellamy insists. "Now hurry up so I can get back and get ready."

I grunt a quiet thank you before getting out of the car and approaching Cam's house; now that I'm standing in front of it, I can tell that its double the size of mine. They definitely give out full sized candy bars, that's for sure. After letting out a shaky breath, I raise my fist up and knock on the glass double doors twice. I hear a series of shouts and one of the doors swings open quite violently. I half expect one of Cam's dads to be standing there but I'm left staring into a rather fancy house.

"Ah-hem," I hear a small voice. I look down and find a small, dark skinned girl with round brown eyes. She peers up at me with bright yellow bows in her braided hair and a small hand on her hip. "Hello. Who are you?"

"I'm Felicity. You must be True," I answer with an amused smile on my face. "I'm here for Cameron."

"True!" I hear from another room. I recognize this voice as Cam's.

"What?" she rips back. I'm surprised at how loud of a noise this little person can create.

"What did I tell you about opening the door for strangers?" I hear footsteps coming closer to the door and I watch as Cameron comes into view. His grin grows wider when he spots me and I offer him a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm early. My sister had to drop me off and she's a speed demon," I ramble and he quickly steps to the side and ushers me into the living room.

"Come in, come in," he insists and I step into the house. I awkwardly stand there and contemplate removing my shoes. I decide to just do it when I see that the other two people here have only socks on.

"You're Cammy's girlfriend, right?" True wonders as she stares up at me. I let a small smile fall onto my lips and look to Cameron, whose face is blushing.

"Are you minding grown up's business?" Cam replies in a sweet tone. He tilts his head at her and she narrows her big eyes at him. "Can you please just go eat your lunch? Please?"

She mocks him but saunters in the direction of what I'm assuming to be the kitchen. I take a second to look around the house. The ceilings are high and the living room alone is gigantic. It even takes me a few seconds to absorb every detail of this spacious area. I try my best not to gape but its hard when I come from a much bigger family in a much smaller space. The long gray sectional is covered in bright pink blankets and a couple of dolls, which he rushes over to clean up.

"Sorry for the mess. True and I had a sleepover in here last night. We watched Disney movies and played dollies." He walks over and starts folding the blankets. "We also made a fort."

I grin widely as I follow behind him. "That's cute. She seems very sweet."

"Oh she is when she doesn't have an attitude." He speaks loudly in hopes that she'll hear. I'm not sure she will considering this house is big enough for giants to live in. "She's mad at me because I told her she couldn't do my makeup anymore."

"Why not?" He shakes his head and raises a finger to his pretty brown eyes.

"She stabbed my eye with mascara because she heard the Doc McStuffins theme song. She just whipped around and nearly took my eyeball with her." He shakes his head at the memory. "I almost lost my vision."

I laugh loudly and he looks at the time, which is displayed on the television mounted on the wall. It reads 2:38. "Nelson and Malika will be home from orchestra by 3 and my dads should be home by 3:30," he informs me as he assesses his mental calendar.

"Cool," I confirm and he finishes folding the last blanket. I take a slow step towards him and extend my arms. He immediately pulls me to him and I fall against his chest in one quick motion. "I've missed you."

With a weak laugh, he whispers, "it's been a week." I shrug even though my body is pressed flush against his.

"So?" I retort quietly and he laughs.

"I've missed you, too," he comments before pulling away and leaving a light kiss on my forehead.

"Ew!" True all but screams at us. I look over and see her nose wrinkled at the sight of her brother holding me. He sighs loudly as he turns to face her.

"If I go in there and see any mac and cheese in your bowl, I'm throwing you away," he announces as he starts in the direction of the kitchen.

"No!" she cries out as she runs in front of him.

"Come on." He turns attention to me now. "I'll give you the tour."

I trail behind him with a large grin on my face as he follows True to the kitchen. Not to my surprise, the kitchen alone probably costs more than my entire college tuition. Its black and white and filled with cabinets and stainless steel appliances. I pretend not to act too awestruck as he points to the dining room, which is just a long table with eight chairs. He points out the den and I discover that it's just as fancy as the living room but a different color scheme. The rest of the house is similar- large and expensive. He starts up the steps to the second floor and I follow curiously and stare at the pictures of him and his siblings that line the walls. He points out rooms, though its unnecessary because most of them are decorated with their names. We reach the end of the hall and he nods at his parents room and the guest room before he quickly spins and nearly collides into me.

"Woah." I place a hand out on his chest to keep him from ramming into me. "Where's your room?"

He points downstairs and smiles at me. "I have the basement to myself, which is where we're headed now."

I flash a quick smile and turn towards the stairs. He follows behind me and lightly grabs my shoulders as we pass through the hallway. He pauses once we're near the kitchen and listens for what I'm assuming is True. "True are you still alive?" he calls and it takes a second for her to reply.

"Yup!" He gives me a nod and continues leading me to his room. He stops me right before the door directly across from the bathroom. He opens it and turns on the light before motioning that I head down the steps, which I do.

"You live here?" I don't bother hiding my shock anymore. This is all so new to me.

"Yeah, I got first pick on which room I wanted and I asked for the basement. They didn't want to at first because they wanted to make it a family space but they gave in," he explains as he looks around the comfortable room. I feel weird acknowledging the fact that it smells like him but it does. I take my time examining his living quarters. The color scheme is gray and black, which doesn't surprise me. What does is how his closet is not empty despite the fact that he lives at school full time. The bathroom door is open and it's just as neat and modern as the rest of his house and I secretly wonder if he cleaned it himself or if his family has a maid; it wouldn't surprise me if they did. I take a seat on his much bigger and much softer bed.

"Don't get too comfortable. True's probably up there wreaking havoc," he announces as he walks over to me. I expect him to grab my extended hands and tug me off his bed but instead, he grabs my face in his and leaves a light kiss on my mouth. "Let's go."

I happily follow him back to the kitchen, where True is propped up on the counter with her legs swinging off of it. I note a chair a foot away and assume she used that to hoist herself up. "Hi," she greets us with a satisfied smile on her face.

"What'd I tell you about sitting on the counter?" Cam walks over and lifts her up. He carries her back to the table and sits her down. "I swear, I'm so close to just throwing you in the trash."

"I'll take you with me," she threatens with a strong glower.

After mocking her, he turns to me. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?" he asks.

"No, I'm fine," I reply with a smile. We sit with True as she eats her lunch and listen to her talk about how first grade is going. A good way into the youngest Woods school drama, we're interrupted by the front door opening and the sounds of footsteps traveling throughout the house.

"Nelson! Malika!" Cam yells over his shoulder. I watch the entrance to the kitchen and find a skinny, tall Asian boy. From what Cam told me, Nelson is Chinese and was adopted when he was three years old. My gaze falls on Malika next and I discover a shorter girl with deep brown skin and long black hair. She adjusts the glasses on her face and she stares at me curiously. If I remember correctly, she's Pakistani and was adopted as a baby.

"Felicity, right?" Malika greets me and Cam stares at her with slightly widened eyes.

"Wow, way to be discreet." He nods slowly at his younger sister and the smile on my lips doesn't waver.

"That's me," I confirm. "What have you heard about me?"

"You guys are boyfriend and girlfriend, right?" Malika wears a mischievous grin and I turn to Cam, who yet again is red in the face.

"Can you mind your business? At all, Malika?" I don't know why he's freaking out so much. He already told me that he told his dads that we're boyfriend and girlfriend.

"You make it my business every time you talk about her. And if everything you say is right, I don't know how you got her. You're such an as-," she starts but Cam immediately covers True's ears.

"Language." True looks around curiously and Malika lets out a loud laugh.

"Anyway, Felicity, it's nice to finally meet you. It's totally not like he's been talking about you for months now," she announces.

"He has," Nelson confirms with a slow nod. This is coming from the kid who doesn't talk much so I assume he's telling the truth.

"Wow, you guys can't be trusted at all. I know that now," Cam concurs with pursed lips. "Go away. Do homework or something."

"It's Saturday," Nelson reminds his older brother.

"Your homework doesn't stop for the weekend," Cam chides. "Now go upstairs and do your homework."

"Do your homework," Malika bites back before nodding at Nelson to follow her.

I watch with an amused smile before turning to Cam, who looks embarrassed. "They're... exaggerating." What a cute but horrible attempt to save himself.

"Nuh-uh," True pipes up as she takes an individual cheesy noodle and puts it in her mouth.

"You don't even know what exaggerating means." He pushes her grape juice closer to her and she takes a long sip and shrugs.

"So?" she retorts. "You always talk about Falisapee."

"Falisapee?" Cam asks through a laugh.

"Her," True acknowledges me with a weak point. "Falisapee."

"Felicity," Cam repeats slowly and she squints at me.

"I like Falisapee better." She bobs her head up and down as she prides herself in her rendition of my name.

"That works with me." I've definitely been called worse. "Call me Falisapee."

"I will." True grabs her lunch and throws it away. She manages to finish off her grape juice before pulling open a cabinet and tossing it into a recycling bin. Then, she grabs a pink step stool positioned near the cabinets and practically leans into the sink to wash her hands. Instead of drying them, she walks over to Cam, grabs his shirt, and rubs her small palms into the black t-shirt. He stares at her and blinks a few times.

"Really?" he asks in slight disbelief.

"Really," she replies sassily before turning and walking to the living room.

"I'm going to change. Can you make sure she doesn't overrun the government or something?" I give him a nod as I follow behind the small girl. She rummages around in her toy bin and pulls out three dolls, all around the same sandy complexion. She looks from me to the dolls and slowly eliminates the ones that don't resemble me enough. After finally deciding on my doll, she grabs her own personal doll, which is a spitting image of her. That was definitely custom made.

"You be this girl," she encourages and I join her on the carpet with the Barbie she gave me. She makes her voice higher than it already is and shimmies the doll in her hand. "Hey, girl, want to go shopping?"

I repress a smile as I try to change my voice. "Yeah, let's go," I reply and she stands up and walks over to her toy bin and pulls out a bright yellow convertible. She places it on the ground and wheels it over to the dolls. In a very forceful manner, she shoves our characters into the car and pushes the vehicle around a bit before stopping. We continue to talk as the dolls and even shop with the clothes she already has in a ziploc.

"Are you guys at the mall again?" Cam asks when he finally joins us. She quickly runs to get him a doll, which looks so much like him that it's startling. He accepts it and stands it up. "Don't you know anywhere else, True?"

"What about school?" I propose and True scoffs.

"They're too old for school," she explains as she stares at our dolls. "They're like...20."

"I'm 20 and I'm in school." Cam stares at his little sister, who scoffs and shakes her head.

"Look Cam, as much as you try, you're just not a Barbie," she tells him quietly and I stifle my laughter with my hand.

"How about they go to work?" I propose as Cam holds a hand to his chest in offense.

"Yeah!" True nods. "They work at the mall."

"Oh boy." Cam laughs loudly and shakes his head. "What store?"

"Claire's." True changes her dolls clothes and puts the discarded outfit in the backseat of the convertible.

"Classy," Cam mumbles quietly and I nudge him in the side and repress a giggle. "Your dolls should date. Falisapee doll and Cam doll. Wait, True doll needs a boyfriend."

"No, she doesn't," Cam quickly butts in with a shake of his head. I stifle my giggles as she tries to convince him why her doll should have a boyfriend. We continue to all play dollies until the door opens. I turn around and see two men walk into the house, each of them dressed in formal attire. "Dads!" True yells happily as she throws her doll and runs over. She grabs one of each of their legs and latches on.

Cam stands up and holds out his hands for me to take, which I do. "Don't be nervous. They're more excited to meet you than True was." I give him a strong nod and he drops one of my hands but keeps the other in his grip. We both turn to face his dads, who are staring at us with matching smiles.

"Felicity," one of them says in a kind voice. He's about forty five, if I had to guess, with dark brown hair and a graying shadow along his sharp jawline. He's shorter than Cam by a few inches but taller than me. The closer he gets, the more certain I am that he's about 5'8. "I'm Peter."

Joe, I'm assuming, comes up on the other side of Peter and offers me an even larger smile. He's about the same size and within the same age range as his husband. He, however, has blonde hair and no beard. "I'm Joe but you probably figured that out already."

"It's nice to finally meet you guys." They glance at each other in slight disbelief.

"It's nice to meet us? You're all Cam ever talks about," Peter announces as he turns to his son, whose face is bright red.

"Wow...this family is the worst at keeping secrets," he mumbles to himself. I chuckle quietly and grin up at him.

"I probably talk about him more," I comment with a sly smile.

"Well, we're going to change out of these clothes and start cooking in a little bit. Cam told us that you like wings?" Joe removes his coat and hangs it on the rack stationed on the wall. I give a strong nod and he looks to his husband "So do we."

They disappear up the stairs and I look to Cam and let out a long breath. "See? They're not that bad. I mean, they raised me after all and I'm pretty cool," he comments.

"No you're not," True comments from her place on the carpet. She's now flipping through the channels on the large television. She finds a cartoon that she deems worthy of her attention and puts it on.

"Shut up, True. You're the least cool person in the house." Cam stares at his little sister and waits for her reaction. She whips around to look at me and points to her chest.

"Is he talking to me?" I enjoy their bickering very much..

"Yeah, what are you going to do about it?" he prompts her and she chuckles to herself.

"I'll get a worm from outside and put it in your mouth while you sleep." My eyes widen and Cam wrinkles his nose in disgust.

"Sorry. You're cool." A few seconds pass and he shivers at the thought of waking up to a worm crawling around in his mouth.

Joe and Peter descend from the stairs in sweatpants and hoodies, which takes me by surprise. I could've worn the same thing if I'd have known they were going to dress down. "Hope you don't mind our clothes. It's been a long day." Joe offers a tired head shake as he walks towards the kitchen. Cam and I follow and take a seat at the table. His parents bounce around the spacious room, gathering sauces and seasonings to prepare our dinner.

"So...Cam gave us his rendition of how you two met but we feel like he may have lied," Peter encourages me with an amused look. He mixes together a sauce while Joe seasons the wings.

I look to Cameron, not wanting to expose him for going to parties. He told me that they're strict, specifically Joe. He shrugs weakly, which I interpret as an okay, so I turn to his dad's with a smile. "Well...we were both at a party and I saw him and thought he was cute. After..." drinking a ton, "my friends encouraged me to talk to him, I did. We didn't exchange numbers or anything but he saw me in the library the next day and talked to me. Then, he basically stalked me and showed up at every party I went to for the next few weeks. He also showed up at my job."

"I was not stalking her, first of all," their son immediately cuts in and his fathers let out wild laughs.

"I believe it," Joe acknowledges. "Cam is a little too persistent at times."

"I was not stalking her." We all look at him and break into more laughter, which gets a small smile and sigh from him. "I was just...trying to get to know you. Okay, so maybe I did try to go to the same parties as you but it was purely by chance that we always showed up to the same one. And your job was just a coincidence."

"He even had his friends talk to me." This earns another dramatic eye roll from Cam. "But...he's very sweet and has been nothing but nice since the day I met him."

After ten more minutes of me and his fathers triple teaming Cam's entire life, he stands up and turns to them. "You know...I think I'm going to take Flizzy and go hang out downstairs." Immediately Joe turns to us. Noting the slightly concerned look on his dads face, he raises both of his brows. "Can we?"

"I don't know. Can you?" Peter teases from the sink where he's washing both his hands and the dishes.

"You're a pediatric surgeon, not an English teacher," Cam announces before turning to Joe, who still has yet to speak.

"I mean, can you be trusted?" Cam's eyes widen at Joe's boldness. I immediately bury my face in his arm and bite back a laugh.

"Seriously? We're just going to talk." To help Cam, I try my best to look like I don't plan on going downstairs and sticking my tongue down his son's throat.

Joe looks to Peter, who scoffs and squints at the clock on the stove. "I couldn't care less. They've got, what, twenty minutes until the food is done?"

"A lot can happen in twenty minutes." Joe watches us from his position propped against the counter.

"Are we really talking about this right now?" Cam gasps in disbelief.

"It's your call," Peter decides and Joe purses his lips.

"Okay..." Joe concludes before raising a finger, "take True with you, though."

"Pa, I've watched her since eight this morning." A fair argument.

"Just let them go hang out," Peter decides dismissively. "You guys go ahead. I'll see you when the foods done."

"Thank you," Cam pointedly grunts before guiding me towards his room. He dramatically shuts the door behind us and locks it. I giggle and immediately make a beeline for his bed.

"So comfortable." I stretch out on my back and find that there's more than enough room for him to splay out just like me.

"Sorry about them," Cam apologizes as he joins me.. He turns on his side to face me so I do the same, only I'm wearing an entertained smile and he looks upset.

"It's cute that they care." It really isn't that big of a deal. I don't expect them to let him do whatever he wants.

"It's embarrassing. I'm 20 years old. If I want to hang out with you alone, I can."

"Oh what a rebel," I tease with a wide grin. He slowly leans forward and gently kisses me. I follow along hesitantly, not wanting to push him too far. This is the first time we're kissing sober. Not to mention, his family is just a flight of stairs away; I don't want to get too carried away now. I expect him to retreat after a few seconds but he only pulls me on top of him. I allow him to speed up the pace and revel in the feeling of being with him again.

When his hands reach my chest above my shirt, I pull away and offer him an amused beam. "Isn't this exactly what your dads didn't want us doing?" I bite my lip as I assess his cloudy gaze.

"I don't care." He roll of his eyes. "I've missed you."

"Well, for both of our sakes," I grab his hands and tangle our fingers together, "I'm going to stop this before it can escalate anymore."

We sit like that, with me straddling him and playing with his hands, for a little while longer. We talk quietly to ourselves and he asks what time I have to be home tonight. "I don't really have a curfew but I sent in the groupchat that I can be picked up around nine."

"Think you can push it til ten?" He pulls my hand to his mouth and leaves a quick peck on the back of it. "Would your mom mind if I brought you back? She knows you're here right?"

"She knows I'm here," I tell him with a grin. "She won't care. Are you allowed to be out that late?"

"I'm 20 years old." I chuckle quietly and he gives me a confident smirk.

"Okay, Mr. Big and Bad," I tease him before allowing a small frown to travel to my lips "Are you sure? It's not that great of a neighborhood for you to be driving around in the dark."

"That's just all the more reason I should bring you home to make sure you get back safe." I want to kiss him again.

"And you know it's forty minutes away, right?" I lean forward a bit and he manages to hold me up with our hands.

"That's fine." I grin widely at him and he bites down on his lip. "We can actually have some time alone."

Just as I'm about to ask what we could possibly do while he drives, his door is knocked on and he grins up at him. "Ready?" he wonders.

We both get out of bed and join his family upstairs for dinner, where we all talk and joke. Cameron is the butt of most of our jokes, specifically the ones pertaining to how much he talks about me. Its cute and endearing and they manage to make me feel like I belong here. Once the meal is finished, Cam volunteers to clean up and I stand alongside him. After loading up the dishwasher and wiping down the table, we sneak towards the basement but Peter stops us from the living room.

"Cam?" I turn and find him letting out an annoyed sigh.

"Yes?" I want to chuckle at how respectful he sounds despite looking exasperated.

"Are you dropping her off?" Peter waits for Cam's answer.

"Yes."

"Okay, maybe you guys should head out soon. It's going to start snowing." Cam looks at me and rolls his eyes.

"Okay." With that, Cam opens the basement door and leads the way downstairs. "We'll leave in an hour or so."

"Are you sure?" I raise a brow at him and he waves dismissively. The last thing I want to worry about is him struggling to get back here because it's snowing too hard. What if he gets into an accident?

"Positive, Flizzy. He's being overdramatic. I promise it's not even going to stick to the ground until midnight." I give him a dubious frown and he tilts his head. "You don't want to spend time with me?"

He slowly walks over and grabs my hands. "I do...I just don't want you to get into an accident." I'm blunt with my explanation and he lets out a long sigh.

"I'll be fine. I've driven in much worse conditions." I give him another skeptical look and he forces a grin on his face and motions around his room. "So what do you want to do?"

I decide not to make too much of an issue and enjoy the time I have with him. "What is there to do?" I have a couple things in mind but they aren't appropriate for his parent's house.

"Well...we can watch a movie...or talk...or play video games-," he lists but I quickly intervene.

"Video games!" There's no room for arguing.

"You didn't let me finish..." he trails and I motion for him to continue. Instead of saying it, he takes another step forward and kisses me. I barely have a chance to reciprocate it before he moves down my face and onto my neck.

"Cam." I put my hands on his chest after giggling for a few seconds. I'm ticklish. "You're a lot touchier than usual."

"Well I've missed you." His arms come around my waist and he holds me to him. "I just want to show you how much. Also, I don't want you to think I only kissed you last time because I was drunk." I appreciate his reasoning and wish that we were back at my apartment so we could really put how much he missed me to the test.

"How about you let me beat you in some video games?" He pulls away, scoffs as if I'm not competition at all, and leads the way to his couch. I join him and place my legs on his lap, which seems to satisfy him in regards to physical contact. We play a couple rounds of a few different games and trash talk each other in hopes that it'll throw the other person off. At one point I kick his controller out of his hands and he immediately shoves my legs from his lap. I still manage to beat him even while fighting through uncontrollable fits of laughter as he scrambles to retrieve his controller.

"Cam?" His door opens about an hour and a half later and I'm almost positive it's Joe by his concerned tone.

"Yes?" Cam stares at the stairwell, which is hidden from our view from our spot on the sofa.

"You still haven't dropped Felicity off?" Cam gives me a wide eyed glance before glancing at his watch. We had completely lost track of time playing in the tournament we created. At one point, I brought up the fact that we should head out and he insisted we play another round. 'Just one more game' turned into twenty more. And eventually I dropped the topic of leaving altogether.

"No..." As soon as the word leaves Cam's mouth, Joe audibly sighs from the top of the stairs.

"There's three inches of snow on the ground and it's coming down hard. It's not safe for anyone to be out on the roads," Joe informs us and I immediately look to Cam, who is already grinning widely. It throws me off. Please don't suggest we do something stupid like drifting.

"Can she sleep over?" I didn't expect that response. I look from him to the area Joe's voice is coming from. There's a minute long pause and for a second I just assume that Joe shut the door on that idea.

"She'll have to sleep in the guest room upstairs." Cam gives me an annoyed look and I can tell he's preparing to fight that regulation but I kick his leg.

"Okay." Cam waves a dismissive hand before motioning between us and his bed, which gets an eye roll from me.

"Felicity, call your parents and see if that's alright. Tell them you're more than welcome to stay here. I'm going to go set up the guest bedroom for when you're ready." I'm grateful that Joe isn't getting upset about it. And no matter how hard Cam insists, I'm going to sleep upstairs. I don't want to break their house rules, especially not my first time meeting them.

"Okay, thank you." I try my best to sound polite. Cam scoffs once the sound of his door shutting sounds throughout the basement.

"You were just telling me that I was a little bitch and now you want to act all sweet?" His brows rise as I get off the couch to retrieve my charging phone. I find three missed calls from my mom and my heart rate immediately increases. I hurriedly call her back and press the phone to my ear.

"Felicity, what the hell? Why do you have a phone if you don't use it? I almost had a heart attack. I thought something happened to you! Where are you?" I barely understand her as she races through her words. I'm almost certain she says some of it in Spanish, too.

"Mom, I'm still at Cameron's house. His dads don't want us driving back and they said I can stay here." Please don't make a big deal out of it. Please don't make a big deal out of it. I feel Cameron's gaze so I meet it and cross my fingers at him.

"That's very kind of them." Then, my mother picks up on the second half of my sentence. "Where will you be sleeping? The couch?" I roll my eyes at my mother's suggestive tone.

"They have a guest room." Cam snickers from across the room and I can tell he knows where this conversation is going.

"And how do I know you won't end up in his bedroom?" My face starts to redden at her questioning and though Cam can't hear her, I feel myself growing embarrassed.

"Mom, they're two floors apart." Cam doesn't bother muffling his laughter. "And I'm respectful of his parents."

"I raised you to be," my mother chides. "What time are you coming home tomorrow?"

"I don't know..." Maybe I can spend the day with Cam if he's free.

"See if Cameron wants to come over for dinner tomorrow. There's no point in having him drive here twice," My mother seems proud of her bright idea and my eyes widen a bit as I look from the carpet to Cam. I thought I'd have more time to prepare my sisters for his arrival. "Ask him. I know you're with him. I heard him giggling just a second ago."

"Are you doing anything tomorrow?" He shakes his head when he realizes that I'm talking to him. "My mom wants to know if you want to come over for dinner."

"Of course I do." A wide grin spreads across his face and I relay the message to my mother, who confirms that its a plan before telling me to behave myself. After insisting that I thank his fathers for her, she lets me go and I turn to Cam.

"Are you ready to get your ass beat in Mario Kart for the rest of the night?"

His eyes narrow and he cracks his knuckles. "Bring it on, Fliz."