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Chloe being done with Lucifer in every episode ↳ 1.01 “Pilot”

Chloe being done with Lucifer in every episode ↳ 1.02 “Lucifer, Stay. Good Devil.”

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Tiffany's POV

I yawned as I sat up and rubbed my eyes, propping myself up on the huge pile of pillows behind me. I didn't remember Lindsey's guest room having this many pillows before, but that was alright. Actually, I couldn't remember going back to Lindsey's house, but I guess that was okay. As I opened my eyes and looked around the room, I realized that this wasn't Lindsey's guest room at all.

It was a huge bedroom, with plush white carpeting on the floor, and ivory velvet lining the walls. There was a canopy around the bed that was all drawn back, and the curtains were drawn on the huge floor to ceiling windows, exposing the breath taking view of the entire Disneyland resort beneath me, and the dark storm clouds above me. The bed had a huge blue sparkily down comforter, I noticed as I absent-mindedly wondered how I got here, when I looked over and saw Cameron asleep on top of the bed next to me.

I jumped up and let out a small shriek, I hadn't expected the hotel room in the first place, much less being in bed with Cameron. Okay, not like THAT, but still.

Cameron frowned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked at me sleepily and smiled. “Morning, gorgeous,” he said, kissing me softly.

I pulled away and threw the covers off of me and got out of the bed, knitting my eyebrows together. “Where are we?” I asked, scratching the back of my head.

Cameron yawned, running his fingers through his hair. “Disneyland, obviously” he pointed out the window at the resort. “We're at the hotel. You fell asleep during the movie last night, and I didn't know where I should take you, so I figured the hotel was my best bet.”

I turned around and looked at him, “Then how'd we get here?”

He looked down and got out of the bed. “I carried you over. It's not really that far, and it's not like you're heavy or anything.”

“You carried me all the way here from the House of Blues?”

“Yeah,” Cameron mumbled as he walked over to the window next to me.

“You're the most adorable thing on the planet, you know that?” I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, you keep saying that to me,” he said, smiling as he put his hands on my waist. “So do you have to be anywhere today, or would spending the day with me be acceptable?”

“Depends, what do you have in mind?” I asked teasingly, smiling at him.

“I'm thinking we go get some food, and then some new clothes, first off.” Cameron said, jokingly.

“I have clothes in my locker at the park,” I said, thoughtfully. “And I'm sure everything you have is in the bus.”

Cameron looked at me and smirked. “But you see, I know you don't really want to have to go to work, and you know that if I go back to the bus, they'll drag me off to some photo shoot or something. So see, I had this idea that we just go trolling around Los Angeles and see what goes on.”

“You're so impulsive,” I said, rolling my eyes. I walked over to where my cardigan, shoes, phone and Cameron's jacket lay on the ground. I put his jacket on the table, next to the wilting rose and unopened bottle of champagne. I grabbed my chucks and slid my feet into them, tying up the laces. “So what's up with the champagne?” I asked as I tied my other shoe.

“You know,” Cameron said, grabbing his shoes and pulling them on as well. “I was gonna use it on you, to make you tell me all of your secrets, but turns out I didn't need it, you just told me all of them anyway.”

“Oh, really?” I asked, pulling my cardigan on, sliding my iPhone in my pocket and walking over to the mirror to attempt to fix my hair. “What did you find out about me?”

Cameron walked over to the bedside table and put on his belt, putting his wallet and phone in his pockets and walking over to bathroom to stand against the doorframe. “Oh, you just admitted that you are head over heels in love with this super hot bassist from some famous amazing band or something.”

I paused and looked at him. “Pete Wentz?” I asked, knitted my brow as I tried to find my purse. “I had a crush on him in 7th grade, you know.”

“What are you looking for?” Cameron shook his head and laughed. “Nah, I think the guy's name was Cameron Quiseng or something.”

“Hmm, he must not be very cute, I've never heard of him before,” I said elbowing Cameron in the side as I walked by. “My purse, have you seen it?”

Cameron shook his head. “Lindsey has it. She's with Zach, though, and I've got no idea where they are.”

I bit my lip. Lindsey had driven us here, but my car was 3 streets away, at her house, and my keys were in my backpack! “That's okay, my car and keys are back at her house, anyway.” I said, standing up on the bed.

Cameron held his arms out to me. “Okay, cool. So then let's go downstairs and grab something to eat, and then we can get your car and we can do whatever we feel like.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” I said, jumping off of the bed and into his arms.

Cameron's POV

The movie finished, and I looked over at Tiffany, only to realize she had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I looked over my shoulder to ask Lindsey if the two of them needed a ride back to wherever they were going, but no one else was in the room. I lifted Tiffany's head off of my shoulder, careful not to wake her up, and gingerly set her back down laying on the couch. I walked over to the table to see a note from Zach:

Cameron,

I haven't heard anything from Mikey and Nate since before the meet and greet, so I've honestly got not clue about they are – not that I'm worried or anything, though. Anyway, Lindsey and I are going to go grab some food and stuff over downtown Anaheim, we were thinking of inviting you two, but Tiffany was already asleep. Lindsey has all of Tiffany's things, besides her phone, so you guys don't have to worry.

I'll be back later, have fun figuring out what to do with your little sleepy girlfriend. (;

-- Zach

I read the letter and laughed to myself, subconsciously realizing that I still hadn't asked Tiffany if she would be my girlfriend. I added that to my mental to-do list, and grabbed my jacket from off of the back of a chair. I put it around Tiffany's shoulders, and lifted her up into my arms.

I carried her up and out of the greenroom, and out the back exit of House of Blues. I walked along the back road to the beginning of Downtown Disney, and into the Disneyland Hotel, stopping occasionally to make sure I wasn't about to drop her. Once I carried her into the hotel, I set her down on one of the couches in the lobby and proceeded to the main desk. It was around one in the morning, and no one was in the lobby anyway, so I didn't have to worry much about Tiffany.

After a little bit of talking to the man at the front desk, I got a room on the 9th floor. I walked over to Tiffany and picked her back up, walking back over to the elevator, and getting inside. She didn't weigh very much, I could hold her like this for a long time, I thought to myself. The elevator got to the 9th floor, and I stepped out, looking for room number 934. It was right down the hall from the elevator, and I found it quickly.

I carried Tiffany into the room and laid her down on the edge of the big fluffy blue bed. Looking at the middle of the bed, there was a bottle of champagne and two glasses in an ice bucket, and a red rose on the bed spread next to it. Raising my eyebrows at this, I picked the ice bucket and rose up and put them on the small table in the corner of the room. I pulled back the covers off of the bed and too the side, and took off Tiffany's converse. I pulled her up towards me and took my jacket and her cardigan off of her, throwing them onto the ground next to her shoes, and put her back down onto the bed, pulling the covers over her. I brushed a piece of her hair back with her bangs and kissed her forehead, “Sweet dreams, Tiffany.”

Tiffany's POV

“I'll miss you.” Cameron leaned in close to me and kissed me on the cheek. I looked up at him, blushing, and smiled.

“Miss you too,” I said as he smiled at me from over his shoulder as he and Zach left to go to the meet and greet. I turned around and saw Lindsey standing against the table, arms crossed and foot tapping, demanding an answer.

I put my hands up defensively: “It's a really long and involved story, I swear.”

Lindsey glared at me. “Then you'd better start explaining.”

I sighed at sat down on the back of the couch. I told her everything: the secret meet up at Disneyland, the month or 2 of heartbreak I had hidden from her by 'dating' a boy in my history class for a few weeks, my plan to find him tonight, running into him right after their set, meeting everyone, and finally, kissing him. I apologized over and over and over again for not telling her, and again for leaving her so quickly and for so long. And after spending at least half an hour pouring my heart out to her, she looked at me, and rolled her eyes.

“Why didn't you just tell me all of this Tiffany?” She asked, standing up and pacing the room.

I looked up at her, my eyes beginning to fill with tears. I know I had made a lot of mistakes, but she didn't need to rub them in, did she? Not to mention she didn't seem to care at all about any of this – she never once told me she was happy for me, never once just genuinely excited that we were sitting in Allstar Weekend's green room. “Because I knew this was how you were going to react!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up into the air.

“Like this?” Lindsey asked, putting her hands on her hips. “I wouldn't have been mad if you had just told me in the first place!”

“Yes, you would have, Lindsey!” I yelled, now beyond caring who heard. “You would have been mad I met up with him without you, you would have been mad I didn't tell you, that I broke the rules to get to see him, that I'd kissed him, that I actually like him! God, why can't you just realize that I made a mistake in not telling you all of this, and let it go and just be happy for me? Is it really that hard?” I asked, a few tears spilling onto my cheeks.

Lindsey looked at me and took a step forward, uncrossing her arms. “Is that really what you think?”

I took a deep breath and wiped the tears off of my cheeks. “Yes. It's what you're doing to me right now.”

“Tiffany,” Lindsey said gently, “I AM happy for you, don't you get me wrong. But how could you have expected me to take that news like it was no big deal? You are my BEST friend, Tiffany, you can't just drop something like this on me all at once!”

“I know!” I said, throwing my hands up, exasperated. “And I've apologized for it at least 7 times already I wanted to tell you – believe me, I did – but how did I go about telling you? I mean, seriously?”

“You could have just come right out with it and straight up told me,” Lindsey said quietly.

“I know,” I repeated softly. “I know. But I was afraid. Afraid that if I said it out loud, that it wasn't going to be real. Afraid that if I told someone, it would stop, or that I'd screw it up. It was too perfect.”

“Don't use the past tense – you've still got a chance.” Lindsey said and smiled at me. “Awe, Tiff.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulder, awkwardly giving me a side-hug.

I shrugged her arm off. “Don't touch me.”

“Tiffany Marie.” Lindsey said sternly, holding my shoulders and turning me to face her. “I don't care who Cameron is – a hobo sleeping on a park bench, a bad Justin Bieber impersonator, or the Queen of England. Whoever he is, you are perfect enough for him, because you are you. And if things don't work out between you two – which I pray to God won't happen – then it won't be you who screwed up, it'll be him. I don't know Cameron at all, and obviously you do. And I know that if he makes you happy, then I should be happy for you two.”

“Really?” I asked, the ghost of a smile on my lips.

“Yes,” Lindsey said. “100 percent. Just know that if he hurts you, I'll be kicking his ass.”

“Lindsey,” I said, hugging her. “I am so sorry I didn't tell you earlier.”

“It's alright, hun.” She said, returning the hug. “But if you two ever have a baby, you are sure as hell naming it after me.”

I laughed. “Of course. Her name will be Lindsey Alexandria. Even if she is a boy.”

After this emotional heart-to-heart, Lindsey and I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, putting it onto TLC and started to watch Cake Boss. It was one of my favorite shows, I mean, I DID want to be a baker when I grew up, after all. We had only been watching it for a few minutes when Zach and Cameron walked in. Zach looked like the tears in his eyes would spill over at any minute, and Cameron looked like he had just run over a puppy.

“What happened?” Lindsey said, shocked, walking over to Zach.

“What's wrong?” I asked Cameron, jumping over the back of the couch and almost running over to him.

“Nothing.” He shook his head and sighed. “They shut down the meet and greet before we could even meet anybody.”

“What?” I asked, putting my hand on his arm. “What happened? They can't just do that, can they?”

Cameron shrugged. “Well, apparently they can,” He said, pulling me into his arms. “The other bands were messing around and jumping on fans and stupid shit like that. I don't even think Zach and I were out there for 5 minutes, and I doubt Mikey and Nathan even got out at all.” He paused, looking down at me. “I feel so bad. Like I let all the fans down. I would stand out there for hours and meet all of them, if I could.”

I wrapped my arms around Cameron. “I know you would, I don't doubt that for a second.” I said, looking up at him. “But if they shut it down because the other bands were messing around, that's nothing you can fix. It's not your fault, the fans know that. They aren't going to be mad at you for something that's out of your control, you know that, right?” Cameron sighed and rested his chin on the top of my head, holding me even closer. He smelled like a mixture of his cinnamonny spice cologne and sweat. I could stay there in his arms like this for a long time – the scent of him was intoxicating – but I knew that he was seriously upset.

“I know.” He said, softly. “I just . . . feel like a let-down. Like a failure. I know a lot of people were looking forward to being able to see us tonight.”

“Cameron Quiseng.” I said sternly, pushing myself out of his arms. “You are not, and will not ever be a failure. Look at you, you're a famous bassist from a band that got mega-popular in less that 2 years, you're drop-dead gorgeous, funny, smart, sweet, caring, living your dream, and you've opened for Justin Bieber AND the Jonas Brothers. If you're a failure, than God knows what I am, I'm like a kindergarten dropout who can't even get a job at Chuck E. Cheese.”

Cameron pulled me back into his arms and smiled. “So I'm drop-dead gorgeous, now, am I?”

“Haven't you seen the posts on your Facebook page?” I shook my head. “Stop changing the subject!”

“I forgot what we were talking about,” Cameron laughed and smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes at him and he took a deep breath. “So then, what now?”

He looked at me and shrugged. “Do you wanna watch a movie or something?”

“I didn't think you could leave just yet?” I asked, assuming he meant going to the movie theater down the street.

He gently pushed me back over the couch. “It's called a DVD player.”

I laughed and pulled him down onto the couch beside me. “I know what it is, you goober.”

Cameron stood up and pushed me over gently, laughing. He turned on the DVD player and put in a disk before walking back over to the couch and sitting down. I grabbed two water bottles out of the mini fridge and put them on the coffee table, sitting next to him. Cameron wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. I looked up at him and smiled before I put my head on his shoulder.

“So what movie are we watching?” I asked as I laced my fingers through his.

He looked at me and smiled as the blue Disney castle flickered on screen. “I figured that since we're at Disneyland, you know, we could watch Tangled. I mean, I thought it would be perfect: Rapunzel was lost for a really long time, just like how you were lost from me, and Flynn is the funny handsome hero – in the end, anyway – just like me.” He said, laughing as he poked my nose playfully.

I leaned over and kissed him once, softly. “You are such a nerd.”

He looked me in the eyes, and I could see a faint outline of my face reflected back at me in those gorgeous green eyes of his. “But you're a nerd, too.” He said, putting his forehead against mine.

“If you're a nerd, then I'm a nerd,” I said, smiling at him, moving my hands from his shoulders to being looped around his neck.

“See,” Cameron said, laughing. “Nerd.”

“Touche,” I said, kissing his cheek, and then turning back to the movie and into his arms.