#was going to apologize for replying with my cringefail ocs but actuall im not sorry

[nolanhollogay]

"what are you so afraid of?" for any oc ur feeling

hehe time to talk about my [bass boosted] BOYS (cw: underage drinking)

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Cam was actually going to be the death of Derek John. And himself.

Somehow, he ended up babysitting him (again) and in a strange twist of events they ended up on the roof of the building where their label’s most recent party was being held.

Cam managed to hide a bottle of wine in the oversized suit jacket that had been draped over his shoulders all night, and had been taking very large sips from it for about five minutes.

“Are you sure you don’t want any?” he asked, as a drop of wine - red- slid from the corner of his mouth. He then proceeded to climb onto the ledge of the building and Derek John’s stomach dropped.

Panic piercing his voice, he replied, “No- Get down! What is wrong with you?”

Cam laughed, absolutely delighted by Derek John’s distress. “What are you so afraid of?”

“Do you want a list?” Derek John was pretty sure he sounded close to hysterics but he was pretty sure it was warranted. Cam was notorious for his clumsiness, with a new video of his tripping or falling surfacing on social media every three days. The chance of him falling to his death was very high when he was sober, it was at least tenfold with the wine in his system.

“Aww, DJ, are you worried about me?” he teased, playfully pouting at him. He took a dramatic step, giggling as Derek John took in a breath.

Derek John was too distracted to chastise him about the nickname. (And maybe part of him liked the way it sounded falling from his lips. He’d unpack that later, if Cam didn’t manage to kill himself.)

“Get down!”

Cam rolled his eyes. “I’m fine. I know what I’m doing,” he said. “Watch this.”

He did a silly little dance, wiggling in place and tapping his toes, a messy grin on his lips, mouth stained plum red. It was almost as endearing as it was terrifying.

“Okay, very cool. Please, get down.” Derek John’s heart was thundering against his ribs in a way he’d never experienced before. It was horrifying.

“But I’m having so much fun,” Cam whined. He turned to grab his bottle. “Maybe if you drank you’d be having fun have too.” Bending down to reach the bottle, he stuck his right leg in the air so he’d be able bend further, and Derek John could practically see him falling.

He marched over to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and yanked him off the ledge. As if a switch was flipped, Cam started freaking the fuck out, thrashing wildly. Derek John stumbled, and they fell to the ground, a mess of limbs.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said as they lied there, staring at the blueblack sky above them. “You are seriously going to kill the both of us one of these days.”