Tippy toe, tippy toe. Don't let the monsters hear you.
I hummed the song silently in my head like I used to do when I was little while I crept to the kitchen.
It was seven in the morning and all I could think about was the kiss Cameron and I had last night. It was all I thought about until one a.m this morning when sleep finally relieved me.
I didn't know how to feel about it. It felt so right, yet I felt like a big hypocrite. I didn't want to face him just yet, hence why I was trying to be as quiet as possible on my way to the kitchen because I was starving.
I made it pass the living room safely, and I didn't see or hear any shuffling from the couch so I was home free. Or so I thought.
But of course, the universe sees my life as a sick joke it seems, because everyone, including Came
