Sam’s POV-

I pushed each shirt away on the rack as I tried to find a nice top that’d make Connor look cute-- and as I did so, he gently tapped my shoulder.

“I’m going to go look for good food courts, my love. Is that all right?” He questioned sweetly.

“Oh.. Do you want me to come?--”

“--No, I don’t want to disrupt you, beautiful. How about I search around for other shops, and you pick me out some outfits? Keep it a secret?” Connor asked with a smirk. I blushed when he called me ‘beautiful’, and nodded as I gazed into his eyes. “I’ll be back in about twenty minutes, okay..?”

“Okay.. If you come back and I’m not here, just call!” I replied. He grinned and nodded as he brought his face up to mine, and kissed my forehead.

“I’ll be back, my love.”

With that, Connor walked out of the room, and turned to the left.

Twenty minutes seems like a lot of time.. I thought to myself. After a few seconds, I just brushed it off; picking out plain t-shirts I imagined he’d look good in.

“Hey, I don’t see many people like you here.” I heard a deep voice from behind me speak. I turned around, and was met with a man with bright green eyes, and fluffy dark-blonde hair. He seemed vaguely familiar-- no, he didn’t seem familiar, he was 100% familiar.

“Uh, w-well I don't come here often.” I bit my lip out of nervousness, then turned back around to the rack.

“Hey, don’t you remember me?? It’s Cameron!” He replied enthusiastically. My eyes widened as I tightly grasped the shirt I was looking at. Hearing him say that out loud sent immediate chills down my spine “What’s a girl like you doing here?”

Cameron… Cameron Hawthorn… My--

Your second boyfriend; from the ages of eighteen to twenty-three. He was abusive verbally and physically, but for some idiotic reason, you thought he was respectful; he took everything but your virginity. He took your dignity, your happiness, your friends-- but not your virginity, and for that, you all of the sudden labelled him as respectful.

“Shopping for my boyfriend…” I replied sharply.

The man stepped next to me, and started looking through the same shirts. “You must be a great girlfriend!” he laughed. “My last four exes were never as nice as you were to me.”

I bit my lip, and nodded awkwardly as I turned to the rack behind me. He followed along and continued to make conversation.

“What choice in clothes does he like? What's his style? Is he like me?” Cameron questioned.

I wanted to say “he is nothing like you”, but I knew he was talking about clothing; not personality.

“Um, he's new to this whole fashion thing. I'm experimenting, I guess.” I replied. I imagined Connor wearing all different types of things and smiled at the thought.

I looked up at Cameron, and seen his eyes light up.

“Oh, follow me! I know a place you'll love!” He grabbed my hand and I immediately pulled away in disgust. “Uh, sorry, that's out of habit..” He apologized sheepishly.

“It’s been four years-- what do you mean ‘out of habit’??” I demanded sternly. His face turned red, and he looked down in embarrassment.

“I-I just.. I didn’t mean… I’ve changed, Sam… I really am sorry, I wasn’t trying anything-- I swear!” Cameron scratched the back of his neck as he stared into my eyes.

I averted my gaze to the floor, and pushed my mouth to the side.

I guess he seems a lot better...

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He brought me to the food court, and I sent him a look of suspicion.

“I thought we were going to look at clothes..?”

“I thought it'd be nice to get you something to eat first--”

“-- look, I don't want to be rude or anything,” I interrupted, “but I have a boyfriend, like I said earlier..”

“Oh, yes, my apologies-- I wasn't trying to make a move with you or anything, I-I was just being kind..?” He replied shyly. My face flushed, and I started feeling ashamed of assuming such things.

“O-Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I thought-- um, well okay then, let's eat something I guess. My boyfriend might meet up with us-- oh, speaking of, let me call him.” I said awkwardly. Cameron smiled, and I followed him through the food court so we could pick a spot; calling Connor as I did so.

Everytime I looked at Cameron my blood boiled. Remembering all of the shitty things he did to me, I bit my tongue; hating the sound of apologies coming from my mouth to his ears. I took a deep breath, and noticed that Connor picked up. I put the phone up to my ear as quickly as I could.

“Hello, my love. Is something wrong?” His soft voice rang through the phone.

“Not necessarily. I’m in the food court with… someone who wanted to help me shop for you-- where are you anyway? I thought you were here?” I questioned wearily. For a split second I imagined him using the bathroom, but blew the thought off; seeing as he had no need.

“Oh, I..” Connor pretended to clear his throat. It was a thing he developed over the past couple weeks; anytime a human cleared their throat, it usually meant they were nervous or scared-- and he thought if he did it, it’d make him seem more human-like. “I was just shopping for you…”

I smiled to myself and looked down to the floor. “We came here to shop for you, Con.” Looking up at Cameron, I noticed he was looking at me in a patient manner. “U-Uh, well I should get going. When you finish, meet us at the food court, alright?”

“Alright, but might I ask; why are you eating with a stranger?”

“He’s not really a stranger… I’ll explain when you get here.”

“Okay, my love; I’ll see you in approximately thirteen minutes.” Connor said. I still couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was; even if I was standing next to the Devil himself.

“See ya, Con.”

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