Sweet Dreams (a Cameron Dallas fanfiction)

Chapter 1 -- Hype

(Cameron's POV)

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I groaned and smacked the top of my shrill alarm clock. Rolling over, I realized I had a massive headache. The Monday after a MAGCON weekend was always like this. I grabbed my phone to tweet an update to my fans.

Tweet by @CameronDallas: Too tired to move

I sleepily smiled as I saw hundreds of people retweeting, favoriting, and commenting. It wasn't even a funny tweet. All the attention is overbearing, but I loved the new people I had met. Just yesterday, on Sunday, I was in Boston for a fan meetup called MAGCON. Stands for meet and greet convention. I met over 500 girls. And I got to hang out with my second family, the boys.

Saturday night, I went out to a go-kart place with Nash, Taylor, and Matt. Nash and I raced against the others and whooped their asses. Afterwards, we stayed up til dawn making vines and being stupid. I finally got Nash to do a grind on me video. It got a million likes on vine, which has to be a record. This morning I was shit tired.

"Cameron, you have school in 20 minutes!" My mom shouted at me from downstairs. I rolled out of bed, squinting at the blazing California sun. I pulled on an Obey tank and cargo shorts. Brushing my teeth, I scrolled through a couple of my mentions on twitter. They went either 'I love you" or "Follow me please". Or both.

"Them thirsties" I muttered to myself in the mirror. I wished boys could wear makeup to cover up their acne. Hey... that's not a bad vine idea.

I slipped on my red Vans shoes and grabbed my pennyboard. But before grabbing my backpack, I uploading a mirror selfie on Instagram. I captioned it "tool piiiic". By the time I refreshed the picture, 200 girls commented.

"Cam! I know you're on instagram! Get your butt down here," Mumzy Dallas yelled with a stern tone. I laughed to myself and jumped down the stairs two by two.

(Allison's POV)

I knew I was late, but the bus could wait. I was only half-done loosely curling my long, golden blonde hair. Today I was breaking out my new Brandy Melville shirt. It was bright white with a cool moon on the front. I loved the way it complimented my tan. I grinned at how much I sounded like a stupid vally girl. 

Finished with my hair (finally), I glanced out the window to see if the bus had come yet. Not only had it arrived, it started driving away! I grabbed my iPhone and Billabong backpack, and sprinted out of my room, down the stairs, and out the front door. By the time I was at my driveway, the bus was already turning the corner to the Whitesides neighborhood. I groaned (loudly) and checked the time on my phone.

Wow. I was later than I thought. It was already 8:03. I walked back inside. I changed out of my rainbow flipflops and into my vintage Vans. Grabbing my brother's longboard, I took a deep breath. He was at college and left it behind accidently, but he wouldn't mind if I borrowed it.

What a cliche I was. Blonde, California girl in a Brandy Melville shirt, riding to school with her Vans and her longboard.

It wasn't like my parents were home to drive me. And I didn't have a white Porsche, like the other junior girls at my school. So I kicked the skateboard and embraced my cliche.