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Sorry its only one thing I could do today qwq

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your Rupert holy fuck post single handedly made my day

aww ty!!!! glad it made you laugh haha

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callmefitz • oneshot

just a little warmup because i haven’t been writing in a while. i know it’s all callmefitz but trust me i’ll write other shit when i get the chance :•)

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[Carson’s POV.]

This party sucked. It makes sense, it's a Misfit party so it reeked of weed and alcohol, so many people I knew including the Misfits and Goop, even Poki was here.

I think she left though, we spoke for a long ass time though. I didn't like her; no, I had somebody else on mind, unfortunately.

My friends were all high or drunk, but I'm a good twenty year old so I was slightly tipsy. I could handle it though, it was hard to concentrate and think. I was off to the side, sitting on the steps of a long staircase that lead upstairs where couples were. I had a drink in a red cup but I felt like if I drank it I'd throw up, so I'd rather not ruin the party. I set my cup to my side but purposely left it there as I left the staircase with a numb feeling, maybe because I'm alone.

I ran into Cooper, who was obviously high as fuck. "Yo, you good? You look like shit."

"Yeah? Look who's talking."

"Hey, I'll spin your fucking jaw, dude. Where's everybody else?"

"I dunno, I'm gonna sit outside," I replied, Cooper nodded and went around me, shouting about something I could care less about. I couldn't think in a place with so much noise yet I expected it to be louder outside. It was extremely mellow, some people were relaxing in the pool and I recognized Travis in a hammock far away from the party, smoke illuminated from where he sat. I smiled, knowing how he has a thing for getting high on hammocks.

I brushed my hair back slightly, looking at a metal table with a pink umbrella sticking out of it, I chose to sit there as I made my way. I sat down on the cold metal chair, looking up at the sky to see a full moon and clouds covering it every now and then. I sighed, it started getting cold but it's not like I had anywhere else to go. Eventually, I got warm with the light hoodie that I wore, until something else wrapped around me. I flinched at the touch of somebody tapping my shoulder, I looked the opposite side until I found the culprit who would do such a thing. "Hey, Carson.” “Hi, Fitz.”

"What?" Fitz spoke in an offended tone before chucking. "Please, if I were to host a party it'd be better than this. Ryan hosted this, not me."

"Oh, well. He's shit at hosting parties but hey, looks like people are having fun," I added and Fitz nodded except he looked rather unhappy every time I took a quick glance at him and every time I glanced I got butterflies in my stomach.

I hated this.

"What?" Fitz finally asked, realizing how quiet I was and possibly because I kept staring at him.

"I don't know, you look unhappy."

"I'm not, I'm just sitting here with you. That's good enough."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hm, I'm not sure," Fitz lied, he wasn't the best liar out there. He refused to make eye contact with me, I fiddled with my fingers as silence filled the empty space around us.

"Can I talk to you? Not out here."

"Where else could we talk?"

"The upstairs rooms?" Fitz laughed at me, I smiled and decided to be gullible enough to follow the high man. He grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd to the stairs. I spotted my cup on the edge of one of the steps as he knocked it over and not realizing the mess he made or perhaps it was our mess.

Nobody said anything about it so there was no point in worrying.

Surprisingly, nobody was up here. Everybody was downstairs having fun and doing drugs or whatever.

"Come in," Fitz opened the door to a guest room. "I-I wanted to say something."

"Oh yeah? Tell me then," I encouraged, sitting on the bed as I watched Fitz sit down without saying anything. "Fitz? What do you wanna tell me?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure if I wanna tell you?"

"Even though you brought me up here to tell me something?" I countered to which he never responded; the moonlight was shining through the blinds, enough for me to see his face from the bed and from what I could tell, he looked flustered and upset. "Fitz, you gotta say something, you're upset right?"

"No."

"Are you sad?"

"No."

"Angry?"

"I don't think so," Fitz said slowly and hesitantly, shuffling in his chair a bit as he never made eye contact with me. Was he angry with me? I haven't spoken to him all night until now, did I say something?

"So, you're angry about something?"

"Maybe."

"I-uhm- Are you angry with me?"

"No no, of course not just- maybe a little bit," Fitz mumbled, staring at the door as if he was going to burst through it and book it.

"A little bit? Did I do something?"

"No I mean- I'm not angry just jealous!" Fitz exclaimed, he suddenly became redder than before and started to tap his foot. "You're jealous of what?"

"I don't know, would you believe me if I told you it was Poki?"

"Poki? Wait, what? Fitz, are you like pranking me or something because I know you're high-"

"Okay, look,” Fitz started, moving his hands all over the place as if it would contribute to his explanation. “I was jealous of her because I wanted to be in her place ya know? I wanted to be the one talking to you and laughing and all that stupid shit.”

“Then why didn’t you come up to me?”

“Easier said than done, Carson,” Fitz sighed.

“Why is it so hard?”

“I’ll tell you why,” Fitz spoke confediently prior I-I think I legitimately like you, as in like like you.

Oh.

"I- uh- I mean like-" I couldn't muster the words to tell him that I felt the same way which is weird. "I thought you liked girls and tits."

"You made me change my mind."

"Did I make you change your mind?"

"Yeah! Yeah, you did," Fitz laughed before sighing, finally making eye contact with me. Suddenly we switched roles, now I'm the flustered one but I refused to go down without a stupid fight. "Fitz, c'mere."

"What?"

"C'mon, get over here, Fitz."

"Fine," Fitz huffed, rolling himself over to me, I sat up on the bed and I smiled watching him roll up to me, seeing him up close was funny as his nose was scrunched from the pout on his face and his red cheeks. He looked cute. "You just gonna stare?"

"Nah," I answered quickly, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to me, pressing our lips together. It wasn't long but I wanted to be sure he really wanted me to kiss him. "What's the rush?"

"I don't know, just making sure it's okay," I shrugged, pulling him onto the bed as he sat in front of me, he looked down at me and smiled. Fitz slowly placed his hands behind my neck, pulling me into a kiss as I kissed back. His lips tasted weird and were chapped but felt soft, my stomach feeling funny and my heart racing and my hands felt tingly. Fitz slowly pulled away, catching his breath as I chuckled underneath my breath; he still had his hands behind my neck, playing with the ends of my hair. "Have I told you I like you a lot?"

"Oh no need, I can already tell."

"Oh c'mon, you egotistical fuck," I groaned, rolling my eyes but Fitz only laughed, his arms snaking around my waist to pull me closer than we were before. "You realize what this means?"

"I don't think so?"

"It means you're officially my little bitch."

"Oh yeah? Whatever, you're officially my little plaything. I have all the power, Cam,” I argued, looking him dead in the eyes but nothing was said after my statement. We just stared at each other, I chuckled a bit to break the awkward silence. Fitz smiled at my attempt to try and not be awkward, I opened my mouth to say something but Fitz started to lean in hesitantly. “You suck at this,” I muttered, containing my laughter as his smile turned into a pout. With nothing else to say, Fitz placed one hand on my cheek and lured me into another kiss.

Yeah, this party isn’t so bad.

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A super rough-draft excerpt from my angsty Percy Jr/Rupert wip

(Background: Percy and Rupert are both 13 years old)

(This is rated G but the final story will be rated T)

(This whole undertaking was inspired by @callmefitz‘s post about Rupert and Percy being in love before Rupert ran off to the forest.)

He cautiously crept into the Library through a back door.

Percy was mad at his dad and wanted to do something reckless, something he knew was against the rules. He knew his dad would be snide and condescending if he knew his son was going to the library, evidently to read. Knew he would be downright angry if he knew Percy was actually going to see Rupert. And just what WAS he doing here anyway? Why did Rupert haunt him? What was it about him that made Percy want to know more, to get closer?

The library was warm and comforting, despite the storm raging outside. He crept around the stacks of books and quickly found Rupert sitting at a table as usual. Percy hid himself behind a bookshelf. This was stupid. Why had he come here?

There was a bright flash of lightning and thunder boomed outside. The noise was so loud and intense that it rattled the windows. Percy let out a shriek and fell to the floor, protecting his head with his arms. As he lay there in a heap, breathing hard, waiting for another strike or at the very least harsh words, he felt something cold and wet nudge the back of his hand. He looked up to see the face of Rupert’s lanky puppy. As soon as it was exposed, the dog promptly proceeded to lick Percy’s face eagerly.

“Uhg! Get off!” Percy sat up, wiping away the slobber and trying to push the dog away.

However, undeterred by Percy’s disapproval the dog sat itself down in Percy’s lap and panted happily.

Percy tentatively pet his furry back. He was soft and warm and heavy against him. He felt good. Percy sighed and started to relax.

“He’s good at that isn’t he?”

Percy startled and looked up to find Rupert himself sitting on the floor across from him, smiling gently. Percy panicked; this was not how he wanted Rupert to find him! This was not how he wanted anyone to see him!“

He’s good at helping when you’re feeling scared.” Rupert added kindly.“

Oh, scared? Me? Haha! Oh, no I wasn’t scared.” Percy tried feebly to sound strong and sure of himself, but his voice squeaked. “I am a future knight, after all. And everyone knows that knights are brave.”

Rupert hummed in dubious agreement and looked out the window pensively. “Doesn’t being brave mean that you do something even when you’re feeling afraid?”

“Well, yah. Duh.”

“Then being brave doesn’t mean you don’t feel scared! It just means that you keep going even when you are scared.” 

Percy shook the panic-cobwebs out of his head. “No no, that can’t be right. Being brave means that you’re… strong and… and fearless!”

Rupert turned back to Percy, a glint in his eye. “Fearless? Like not having any fear?”

“Uh, yah, that’s what I said.” Percy rolled his eyes.

“But if you were truly fearless, then I think you would also be a bit of an idiot.”

Percy gasped. “How dare you suggest--”

“No, hear me out! Say you’re a knight facing down a ferocious dragon.”

“Well, dragons don’t exist.” Maybe the other boys were right and the prince really was crazy.

“And the dragon is breathing fire everywhere,” Rupert continued undeterred, “and your fellow knights are being turned into ash around you.”

“Ooookay?”

“What does the knight who feels no fear do? Probably run head on towards the dragon. Right?”

“Yah, that sounds like what a brave, fearless knight should do.” Percy quipped. 

“But what does it get him? He runs in, sword held high, probably yelling like a dunderhead. And the dragon immediately turns him into a puff of smoke.” Rupert blew on his fingers for added effect.

“Well, I’m sure that--”

“But what does the afraid knight do? He looks around at his fellow men-at-arms and sees what’s happening and says, ‘I don’t want that to be me!’”

“Sounds like a sissy who would run away and leave his kingdom at the mercy of a fire-breathing beast. Not very knightly if you ask me.” Percy sniffed.

“Ah, but that’s where the bravery comes in right? The afraid but BRAVE knight says ‘I don’t want that to be me, I’ll find another way’ and he doesn’t go screaming into the flame, he sees the failings of the others that went before him and comes up with a new solution.”

“Which is?”

“Well, I don’t know – dragons don’t exist.” Rupert smiled playfully. Percy huffed out a laugh despite himself. “Hmm.” He leaned back to think about it. “I bet he would sneak around the dragon and chop its tail off.

”Rupert relaxed back against the bookshelf behind him as well. “Hah! And then what? Wait for it to bleed to death before it turns around flames you?”

“No way! It would be so distracted by the pain in its behind that I would have time to run around to the front and stab it in the heart of course! I’d like to hear how YOU would handle it Mr. Knows-Everything-About-Fighting-Imaginary-Dragons.”

<Add more back and forth with increasingly silly ways to defeat a dragon>

“Well I bet while you were standing there laughing at me it was getting ready to chomp you!”

“No way! I already would have distracted the dragon with a giant tree branch, and then uhhh… climbed onto it’s back!”

“Ooh yes! And then stabbed it in the head?”

“No way! I would have ridden on the back of the beast! Off into the sunset!” Rupert gestured widely with his hands.

Percy erupted into laughter. “I can see it now! The brave knight riding on the back of the dragon that he has no control over at all, while it torches all the villages on it’s way to the castle.”

Rupert giggled. “Well, at least I would be having some fun before the entire kingdom went up in flames!”

Percy wiped a tear from his eye and sighed, still chuckling. “You would go down in history as the worst knight ever.”

Rupert’s laughter died and he looked off to the side. “Yah well. Probably would anyway.”

That’s right. Rupert had wanted to train as a knight but for whatever reason wasn’t allowed. It seemed to be a sore subject.

Rupert’s dog got up from where he had been resting in Percy’s lap and went to nudge his head into Rupert’s leg.

“Hey Fitzroy. Rupert smiled and pulled the dog close.”

“So… uh…” Percy felt awkward. He had killed the vibe on the most interesting and entertaining conversation he had ever had with another person. He knew they were both thinking of that day at the training yard. Percy longed to ask more about it, but felt that it would probably make things even more awkward. “So… your dog is named Fitzroy?”

Percy kicked himself. He had just told himself that he wasn’t going to mention it, and here he was bringing up the fake name that Rupert had used for himself that morning.

“Oh yah. Haha.” Rupert rubbed Fitzroy’s head making his ears flop around. He seemed somewhat cheered as he looked into the dog’s face. “I kind of froze out there you know! Didn’t know what else to tell him! I had thought as far as the disguise,” Rupert looked back over to Percy and tapped his eye, “but forgot that I would have to give them some sort of name! Although, I thought I didn’t do half bad under pressure – he let me in didn’t he?”

Percy snorted out a laugh. “Yah, I guess so.” He had no idea what he was doing. He wanted to know so much more about this boy. The Prince. He didn’t seem like a prince really, he seemed like a normal kid. A normal kid that sat here with him on the floor of the library telling him it was okay to be afraid and making him laugh in a way that no one else had done before. Rupert seemed to be regarding him too. “You’re not like the other boys.” Rupert’s odd declaration seemed to be half question half statement. Percy suddenly realized how vulnerable he had allowed himself to be with this other boy. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. He put his defenses back up. “Hah! Well I should think not! I am a Percy and far better than all of them, just like my father of course.”

“Hmm.” Rupert’s eyes narrowed for a brief moment before he looked back down at Fitzroy. Percy squirmed, the air seemed suddenly chilly.

Rupert’s head snapped back up and he smiled strangely. “Can I tell you a secret?” Rupert whispered conspiratorially. “Uh. Yah. Sure?”

Rupert looked around them to see if there were any eavesdroppers around. “I’m sneaking out. Next week.”

Percy didn’t know what to do with this information. It seemed very random that Rupert would suddenly change the subject to this. “You… are?” He replied, confused.

“Mmmhmm. I lost something along the edge of the forest, I’m going to go find it.”

“Why do you have to sneak out? Why not just go look for it?”

Rupert scrunched his face in frustration. “My mother would have a fit if she heard I had gone so close to the forest in the first place – no telling what she would do if she knew I wanted to go back.”

“I mean, everyone knows the forest is dangerous. Maybe she’s just trying to keep you safe? Seems reasonable to me. Just ask a guard or something to go find whatever it is.”

“Uhg! I knew you would…” Rupert grumbled for a moment. “Listen, I’m going okay? Midnight. In exactly one week. Do you want to come?”

If Percy had wondered if Rupert was crazy before, he knew it for certain now. The passionate gleam in his eye that he had worn that day in the training ground was back, but Percy had no idea why this boy with no skill in weaponry would want to go so close to the dangerous forest in the middle of the night, or why he would suggest that Percy, a boy who he had only known for an hour or so, go with him. But what better quest for a future knight than to protect his prince on a dangerous mission? He made up his mind. “Okay.”

“Yah?” Rupert grinned. “Yah.” Percy confirmed, feeling more confident about it now.

“Okay then.” Rupert got serious. “Meet me in seven days at midnight by the greenhouses. Wear black. Bring your sword.”

A thrill ran through Percy’s body. He was excited and a little scared. He would be breaking the rules, and helping Rupert defy the queen, but he was feeling reckless. “Yah, okay. Yah! I’ll be there.”

Rupert beamed then held out his hand across the aisle toward Percy. Percy regarded it for a moment before clasping it firmly. They both schooled their faces as they shook hands stoically. This was a serious agreement and required a serious moment. It didn’t last. They both erupted into giggles as soon as they let go. It felt good to just laugh and be silly and not worry about anyone thinking he was weird or not tough enough or… whatever! It felt good just to be himself.

Percy sighed, wiping happy tears from his eyes for a second time that evening. He looked over to the window to see that the storm had stopped raging outside. “I should probably get going. My father’s expecting me home.” Percy rose and dusted himself off.

Rupert uncoiled himself and stood up too. “You doing castle guard duty again this week?”

“Yah.” 

“Then I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yah, see you around. Bye Rupert.”

“Bye Percy.”

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| 5 | callmefitz

ohoho this ones long, it’s the moment y’all have been waiting for. sorry it took long, i couldn’t muster any ideas so this what i came up with, hopefully it’s okay! uwuwu

/ carson. /

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無能な: insouciant.

showing a lack of worry, concern; indifferent.

eg: "He's acting like everything is fine as if he were insouciant. Maybe he is."

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recap:

"That's exactly what I wanted to tell you, he's okay. But Swagger's keeping him busy for some reason, Swags still thinks Cam's apart of whatever Swagger has. Anyways, he misses you a lot, I'll help you talk to him again, don't worry. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Awesome, it was nice meeting you but I don't sit here so I gotta dip, bye!" Toby said quickly, she ran to the back of the room, her chair squeaked a bit as well. I sighed and let my brain process what was happening.

Who's Swagger?

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I woke up today. That's about it.

The only difference is we still don't have any shampoo, even though Cooper works at a convenience store it never crosses his mind to get shampoo.

I feel like shit, to put it shortly.

What's a guy like me supposed to do when he's feeling like shit? Not go to school, so that's what I did. "Yeah, I got the cold last night," I lied over the phone, talking to one of the administrators. "Okay, thanks. Have a good day," I hung up before Cooper came inside. "Hey-Oh shit, you're awake?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Were you on the phone?"

"Yeah, I called in sick. I don't feel like going."

"What the hell? Why'd you call out, bro?"

"Because I don't feel like going, I just told you."

"Is it about Cameron? You don't have to avoid him like a disease, you can talk to him."

"No, I can't. So, I'm gonna spend time with Travis, it's been a while," I stood up as Cooper helped me from my bed to my cane and my glasses, I put my glasses on as I pulled on a sweater from the ground. I listened to my blankets rustle behind me, Cooper's making my bed for me. "Thanks for making the bed."

"No problem, I'll let it slide. Maybe you guys can buy shit from the store," Cooper mentioned.

"You work at a fucking store, I don't see why you can't get one from there?"

"Shut up. Plus Travis needs to get out so you're his only chance. I gotta dip so I'll talk later, okay?" Cooper said quickly, patting my shoulder and leaving the room, not giving me enough time to say goodbye as Travis yelled goodbye to Cooper, who was already gone by the time he said that. I walked out of my room to hear Travis gasp. "Carson, shouldn't you be at school?"

"I called sick, I don't feel like goin'," I stated, walking into my kitchen. "Oh, that sucks. Why not?"

"I don't know, too much shit is hitting the fan and that's never happened. Like, I've had a pretty chill high-school year and then I met Cameron."

"What about him?"

"Nothing, I think he's a nice guy," I spoke slowly, opening the pantry and digging my hand around, finding a box. I felt the packaging, it's a Clif bar. "Well, I don't know him that well but he's nice. He's mysterious, I guess."

"Hm, is that why you aren't at school?"

"Yeah, I guess. Listen, I just wanna not talk about school," I added, ripping the wrapper off and taking bites out of the bar, making my way to Travis and bumped into a chair, pulling it out and sitting down at the table with Travis. "Okay, tell me about Cammy."

"I just did, Travis, were you not listening?" I asked, biting into my bar as he spoke. "Yeah but tell me more!"

"I don't know more, Travis. I just like him."

"Oooh now you gotta tell me more," Travis said, his voice grew more intrigued with every word that came out of my mouth, I'm just giving him what he wants without me knowing. Now I know but might as well give him what he wants. "I-I don't know, just Cam's a nice guy but he's pushing me away over some guy, Cam gives that guy weed too. It sounded better in my head now that I say it out loud."

"Geez, you have a crush on a drug dealer? How."

"He isn't a drug dealer- just listen to me. He doesn't give me weed or anything, I would love to know him more and now I can't because he isn't letting me."

"Hm, this sounds more like a 'you problem, Carson."

"You're the one that wanted to know so badly," I spoke with a full mouth, swallowing and eating more cereal. "Shouldn't you have gone to school to talk to him then?"

"And what? Tell him I'm gay for him?"

"Yeah?"

"No, I refuse to. I'm a scared little boy, scared, Travis," I said, although talking to Cameron would've been a good idea but I don't think about my actions sometimes. "This whole conversation would've been avoided if you went to school and talked to him, dummy!"

"You're the worst," I groaned, throwing my granola bar on the table and tapping my leg on the ground, my knee bouncing up and down rapidly. "We need shampoo, Travis."

"Oh, we do? I forgot but we could go right now if you wanna. I gotta get outside anyway."

"Yeah yeah, let's just go," I decided with a sigh, standing up and pushing my chair in, listening to Travis' chair scratching against the wooden floor. Travis didn't have a car so we walked to the store which isn't that far - maybe about a block away from our place. It was chilly, the weather was nice today. Travis wasn't as chatty, he probably knew that I don't feel too hot today. I like it when Travis is talking but I don't blame Travis or Cam, especially Cam, I could just talk to Cameron but how do I? What do I tell him if he's the one avoiding me, I want to talk to him but like I mentioned prior, he pushed me away, not vice versa. I can't apologize for something he did but it's irony at its finest.

"Travis, did you tell Cooper you liked him or did he?" I inquired at of nowhere, he didn't answer for a minute and asked me to repeat my question, so I did and he paused again. "He did, I think? He probably said somethin' stupid, he was all like, 'Wanna go out or something stupid?'."

"Yeah, he would say that. Do you think I could say that?"

"No, you don't leech of Cooper. You think of your own words, it's better that way," Travis stated, I nodded and kept my arm intertwined with his as we walked, my other arm akimbo while I held my cane outward. I couldn't get my mind off of him, I hate this. I want to go back to Cameron's car and just talk but never stop. I want him to keep driving until I tell him I have a crush on him and he says he does too and we'll happily ever after. I want my happily ever after. "Carson? Are you okay, you spaced out," Travis blurted, I shivered at the goosebumps rolling across my arms, legs, and back. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are we there yet?"

"Yep, it's across the street," Travis reminded calmly, stopping in front of a crosswalk before walking again. I felt the soft concrete underneath my feet change into a harder, more bumpy road which meant we were walking in a parking lot. Then I listened to shopping carts rolling across the bumpy ground, people talking and babies crying, which meant we were probably getting closer to the store. I knew we were inside when I felt the cold wind blow on my face and the feeling of the ground shift from concrete to tiles.

"What do we need again?" Travis asked, stopping to grab a basket.

"Uh, we need shampoo, probably some other stuff too but I'm not sure."

"Hm, okay," Travis wrapped his arm around mine, I could feel people staring at me. I accidentally hit someone's feet with my cane, I moved my cane a bit but I hit something else. "Carson?"

That isn't Travis' voice.

"Oh, isn't that the guy you-" Travis started but I immediately elbowed him. "Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

"Yeah, but I got suspended for getting into a fight. It's okay though, I'm suspended for like, a day," Cameron said sweetly, walking closer to me and Travis. "Who's this?"

"Oh! Uh, Cam, this is Travis-"

"Hey! You wanna hang out with us today too?" Travis chirped although Cameron was slow to answer him.

"It's fine, you don't have too," I reassured, sort of hoping he'd say no but I want him to say yes. It's hard to put into words because I don't have any words for what's happening. "No no, I'll join later. I'm kinda busy right now."

"Aw nuts, well, you can come by anytime you wanna," Travis replied, I'm glad he said no, right now isn't a good time and I think he knows that, especially in a fucking grocery store. "Alright, you can have my number then, let me know when I can come by," Cameron mentioned.

"Here's my phone, type it in," Travis replied, letting Cameron type his number in before giving it back. Cameron said see you later and left. "Wow, he looks nice!"

"You're lucky I'm too tired to slap the shit outta you."

"What? What did I do?" Travis exclaimed in an offended tone, leading me around the store. "I acted perfectly fine."

"Mhm, sure. I'm just anxious, Travis, that's all," I explained and he never responded after that. We walked around the store quietly, some small talk was made but never a full-length conversation. It felt like we were in there for ages but we made it out, most likely under an hour or so. The walk home was quiet too, I liked listening to the cars and the wind. "Carson, do you wanna see Cam later?"

"Uh, I don't know, kinda?"

"M'kay, I'll tell him to come over then, maybe you guys can go out again or something?"

"I appreciate it, I don't want to argue so I'll just let you call him since you're right," I spoke nonchalantly although I felt embarrassed, at least I'll get to see Cameron.

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It's been a while since we came back from the store, Travis mentioned Cameron coming but I'm waiting to see if he was right, I'm hoping he's right.

Then the doorbell rang shortly after.

"Carson, Cam's here!" Travis yelled, I sighed and stood up from the comfort of my couch, I guess my hope was enough this time. I grabbed my cane and made my way to the door. "You gonna be okay?" Travis inquired with his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes, Travis, I'll be okay."

"Hm, alright, have a good afternoon," Travis opened the door for me, a loud squeak came from the door.

"Hey, Carson, you ready?" Cameron said in his stupidly sweet voice and his stupidly cute accent was noticeable.

"Whatever, I'm ready," I answered, walking out the door and listened to it shut behind me. There was no going back.

"So, what exactly are we doing?"

"I'm not sure, we could just drive around if ya want."

"Yeah, yeah that sounds nice," I mumbled, my grip on my cane tightened as my cheeks began burning. "What was that?"

"You heard me, asshole."

"I don't think I did, you might have to speak up."

"I said it sounds nice, okay?" I said louder, Cameron chuckled and so did I.

God his laugh is adorable.

We took the elevator down which was extremely awkward because neither of us said anything until we made it to Cameron's car. "Okay, we're here," Cameron mentioned, unlocking his car and turning it on with the rev of his engine. I opened the door and sat down in the passenger seat, throwing my cane underneath my feet as I shut my door. I buckled my seatbelt as Cameron did the same thing.

"Can you turn on the radio?"

"Yeah, sure," Cameron replied, one click and music started playing, he turned it down a bit, a song I've never heard before played. "Oh shit, this is a good song," Cameron realized, turning the music up slightly.

"What song is this?" I asked, smiling and tapping my foot to the song, it sounded nice.

"Uhh, shit the name is my head, hold on," Cameron focused, snapping his fingers and I laughed at him, waiting for his answer. "Oh! Yeah, it's called Sweet To Me by uh- Summer salt. It's a pretty sweet song isn't it?"

"That wasn't even funny. I know what you tried doing and you failed, how sad," I laughed again, I couldn't stop laughing as I slammed my hand against my leg. This is the longest I've honestly laughed.

"Wh-why are you laughing so much? It wasn't even that good of a joke!" Cameron giggled, not laughing as much as I am. I sighed, refraining myself from cracking up again. "I-I don't know."

"You're a mystery, I like that," Cameron said, turning down the music again as a different song played.

"How can you like somebody like me? I mean, it's not like you like me, ya know?"

"And if I did?" Cameron questioned in a weird tone, I hesitated to answer because of the way he said it. If I said something wrong then it would ruin this night, if I said something right then how would I know I'm right? "I don't know, you don't have to answer my question."

"Heh, only because you told me not too," Cameron's tone changed into a softer tone, my heart skipped a beat but the conversation became silent.

"Where are we even going?" I changed the subject to keep the conversation going.

"I don't know, we could go to a park and fuck around or something?"

"I'm so down for that," I felt the adrenaline pumping due to excitement and anxiety. I'm considering telling Cam how I feel.

I don't know if I should.

So I'm going too.

I decided to keep my mouth shut for now and talk with Cameron about what we were going to do once we got to the park. We decided to just sit on the swings and figure it out from there. My heart is fucking racing I can't believe I'm about to do this. "Alright, we're here! C'mon, let's go," Cameron parked his car, I sighed shakily and grabbed my cane from underneath my feet, opening the car door and stepping out. I grabbed onto Cam's arm and let him lead me to the swings, I felt the woodchips underneath me crackle as we made it to the swings. I set my cane down on the woodchips, sitting down on the swing, I was too tall for the swing so I moved my legs forward and back, keeping my feet on the ground. The cold night breeze hit my face, I shivered but I love the cold, I could imagine the night sky right now. "It's pretty nice today, isn't it?"

"I guess so, it's better now that you're here though," Cameron said softly, the same way he did earlier.

I built up my courage and sighed, my heart is aching. "Cam, can I say something really quick?"

"Mhm, go for it," Cameron said so calmly, he's acting like everything is fine as if he were insouciant. Maybe he is and it's pissing me off enough to build up courage to tell him how I feel.

"Listen, you know how I asked you how could you like somebody like me and you asked what if you did?"

"Yeah, I remember that, what are you trying to say?"

"I-I have a crush on you, I have a stupid fucking crush on you because you're a sweet and nice guy and overall amazing, I don't know how but I have a crush on you and it's fine if-"

"Hey hey, relax," Cameron assured, his hand on mine as I slowly let go of the swing and held his hand, he squeezed my hand. "I uh- I like you too, as in I also have a stupid crush on you."

"Shit, what the fuck?" I laughed and then felt my eyes water. "This is so fucking cheesy I swear, I-I didn't think you were gonna like me back, ya know?"

"Yeah but I do, so I hope you don't mind if I do something right now," Cameron let go of my hand and his footsteps came toward me, I felt his hands hold my face and I flinched a bit, feeling his breath on my lips. "Can I kiss you?" Cameron's voice became low and husky, I nodded and his lips pressed against mine. The kiss was quick as he moved back, I smiled and moved my hands to his shoulders.

I felt my eyes water but I refused to cry as I giggled a bit. My heart began slowing down, I calmed down and moved away from the hug. "Can you kiss me again?" I asked with a smile, my cheeks hurt from all the stupid smiling and blushing.

"Yeah, I can," Cameron kissed me again but this time slower.

Fuck, what about Swagger? What about Toby and Schlatt? I haven't thought about them.

I'll wait until tomorrow, I'll be fine.

I'm happy right here.

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can u spare more,,,,, callmefitz ples ase

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Everyone: /ships that actually make sense and have more content and gay shit/ Me: 

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