I woke up with the smell of waffles and bacon. I turned around-since I was sleeping on my side-and felt something soft on my cheek. I opened my eyes and found myself snuggled on Greyson's chest. I turned back around again but Greyson laid his arm around me, I looked at his face and he was still sleeping. I tried to push his arm off of me but it was too heavy. My eyes were already burning from his scent and my nose was getting clogged up, too much man cologne.

"Greyson. Greyson. Greyson." I whispered.

He opened his eyes and smiled at me. "What?"

"I can't breathe." I said.

He let go of me and I turned around and sat. He touched my shoulder and squeezed it.

"Good morning Cameron. A beautiful day isn't it?" He said smiling at me.

"I turned around and smiled. "You were awake aren't you?"

"A little." He smirked.

He jumped out of bed and took the tray on the counter. It has waffles, bacon and apple juice on it.

"Is apple a fruit or not?" He asked while staring at the glass.

"Fruit." I answered.

He walked towards me and placed the tray on my lap. "Breakfast in bed, my lady." he ran to the TV and turned it on. Great! Animal Planet is on, a documentary about Hippos.

"Did you do all this?" I asked. "Including the Animal Planet thing?"

"Mmm... Maybe?" He said. "The Animal Planet thing was easy, the breakfast in bed easier. Waking you up? Hard."

I chuckled.

"This is very sweet of you." I said.

"I know." He smiled.

I motioned Greyson beside me and he sat beside me. I ate breakfast while watching Animal Planet: The Dangerous Side of Hippopotamuses with him. After awhile I asked him, "I lost in the game, we had an agreement. I should be the one serving you or something."

"I know, but how about let's just turn it to you'll do whatever I say for the whole week?" He said.

"Well, uhhh... "

Then he cut me off "Great! This is a deal."

Then he shook my hand.

"But--"

"No buts! Just do everything I tell you, no serving, ugh! What a horrible word!"

"Why do you sound so sophisticated? Like you're using big words and your accent, so French." I asked.

"I'm practicing for when I meet the queen." He replied.

"Well that's great!" I said.

After eating, we went to Nathalie's room-where everybody is-and when we entered they just stare at us, well mostly at Greyson. I scrunched my eyebrows together and looked at Greyson too.

"What's their problem?" I asked.

"I don't exactly know, I think they know about the breakfast in bed thing." He said.

I looked at them and saw Drew holding his phone with a picture flashed on the screen. I walked to Drew and grabbed his phone, I looked at it and saw Greyson and I snuggled together. The one awhile ago. I looked at the headline and saw 'GREYSON CHANCE WITH HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND!?'

"WHAT!?"

Greyson rushed to me and grabbed the phone. "Oh My Freaking God!"

"I am definitely not his girlfriend." I said.

Cailyn stood up and held up my arm. "You better look at your twitter account."

I took out my phone and checked my twitter. 1116 new interactions. They were full of:

'You Better stay away from Greyson. He's ours.' or 'What did Greyson even see in you? Fugly B*itch.'

I clenched my jaw and chuckled. I looked at him and smiled. "Looks like I was wrong."

Greyson took my phone and read the tweets. I looked at him and his cheeks were turning red, he clenched his jaw and squeezed my phone. He threw Drew's phone to Cailyn and hugged me.

I pushed Greyson away but he won't let go. "Someone might take a picture of us. Stop it." I said. I wasn't mad or anything I'm used to it anyway. With Desiree and Janine trying to ruin my life, I got used to receiving hate.

He let me go and looked at me and said, "Don't listen to those people. They're just--"

Then I cut him off, "Don't worry, I'm used to it. With," I looked around and whispered, "--With Desiree and Janine hating on me and saying terrible things to me, do you think I will still be affected by these?" then I point at my phone. "I've lived 2 years of my life being degraded and being treated like crap. These tweets are nothing to me."

"I'm really sorry." Then he hugged me again.

"It's fine." I said.

I sat beside Cailyn and Jelly while Greyson sat behind me. He gave me my phone and we watched M.I.B. 3. After the movie, we got dressed and we went shopping for clothes.

"Oh my gosh! Cameron! You'll look so cute wearing this. Wear this tonight!" Cailyn squealed while holding a nightgown that's only up to my knees.

"Stop it. I don't wear nightgowns and besides, I will never wear that here because I sleep beside Greyson. Who's such a perv." I said.

"Perv?" Cailyn asked.

"Oh yeah! Is this the one when Greyson was just staring at you by his window, then suddenly just before you take your shirt off he texted you saying to close your curtains. Then when you looked out the window he's just smiling, the crooked smile." Then Nathalie mocked Greyson.

"Oh my gosh!!! That really happened!?!" Jelly asked.

"Yeah!" Nathalie replied.

"Then we must better look for a sexier nightgown. Fast!" Jelly said.

After 10 minutes of browsing through all of the nightgowns Allison finally found the most obnoxious nightgown I've ever seen.

"You gotta be kidding me." I said.

"Wear it! Go!" Then they pushed me into the dressing room.

It was just until the half of my thighs. It was a black v-neck with spaghetti straps. It almost revealed my cleavage, which was very disturbing.

I went out of the fitting room and the girls were just staring at me, their jaws dropped open.

"I feel naked. I can't wear this." I said.

"You should be a model. Seriously." Nathalie said.

"Are you kidding me? I have the charm of a dead slug." I said.

"Look at yourself in the mirror. Blind woman!" Jelly turned me around and I saw a woman on the mirror, not a girl. It didn't look anything like me anymore. I'm all dolled up.

"Gorgeous." Someone said from behind.

I turned around and saw Robert, Smiling.

"Cameron, my gosh, how about I accompany you to a Victoria's Secret model auditions." He said with a crooked smile. The one I fell for many many years ago.

"Not happening." I said.

Then Robert was pushed aside violently.

"Get in! Change, NOW!" Greyson said. Panic-stricken he pushed me into the dressing room. Paparazzi?

I quickly took off the nightgown and I threw it over the door for Jelly to pay for it or something. I jumped into my jeans and slid into my Converse I put on my shirt and went outside. I look around and no paparazzis were visible.

"Why the hell did you push me into the dressing room?" I asked.

"Paparazzis came awhile ago following me around and Robert decided to be a douche and go here." He said.

"What did you just call me?" He said.

"What? I can't hear you over all your fake-ness and douche-ness." Greyson said.

"Greyson! Stop it!" I said.

Then suddenly Robert punched Greyson in the face. Greyson fell to the floor with his cheek bleeding.

"Robert!" I said. "What did you do!?"

I kneeled next to Greyson and looked at him. I took his hand off of his wound and looked at it.

"I'm so sorry Greyson. Are you fine? Of course you aren't. Oh gosh, it's bleeding. Uhh..." I reached for my pocket and took out a band aid.

"So do you always bring that?" He said mocking me. He still remembered, the night when we ran off to the woods because Desiree hit me.

"Yeah." I smiled.

He smiled.

After I put the band aid on, we stood up and Nathalie handed me the bag where my nightgown is. I can't believe they still bought it.

I looked at Robert and he was looking at me and Greyson. I held Greyson'a hand and looked at Robert.

"I can't believe you did that. I don't even know you anymore." Then I pulled Greyson outside the store.

We went inside the limo which was waiting outside the whole time.

I went in and sat on the farthest seat dragging Greyson with me. I lay my head on his shoulder and we drive to his concert.

"I'm sure your fans are gonna throw tomatoes at me when they see you like this." I said.

"I won't let them." He said. "Just like the food fight. I will cover you from them. I'm sure they'll stop."

"First concert in Italy, ruined." I chuckled.

"I love it when you laugh at your own jokes." Greyson said.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"For what?" He asked.

"For that." I said pointing at his scar.

"I'm fine." He said.

"Yeah, but still... This is all my fault." I said while raising my head from his shoulder.

He looked at me and raised his eyebrow. "How did this become all your fault?"

"I don't know, maybe if I didn't ask you, that guy wouldn't have punched you." I said while looking at Robert who was just looking at me.

"Anyway, it's not your fault." Greyson said.

"Yes it is." I said.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not."

"Ye--"

Then he cut me off, "No it's not. Ok?" then he held my cheeks. "It never was. It's my fault ok? If I just didn't call him a douche or something this wouldn't happen."

He let go of my cheeks and turned to Robert. "I'm sorry dude."

"I'm sorry too." Robert said.