A Jake x Cam drabble and how Degrassi truly missed out.
So, remember the Vegas epi. where we had that beautiful 2 second Jake/Cam interaction? With Katie/Maya in the kitchen? Well, I thought I'd flesh it out, because it's a crime these two didn't get more time together.
I don't own.
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I can't make it without her.
He breathes in, you're so weak, he breathes out.
You'll be all alone.
Have to pretend for your family.
How many fake smiles have you got left?
She's the only one who understands you, and you're letting her go?
You're not staying with her?
He breathes in, he breathes out.
You're so pathetic, you won't even last a day.
He's gasping now.
You're so fucking path-
"Shut up," he cries, covering his ears and sliding down the brick wall till he's on his ass. "Just shut up-" he shuts his eyes as tight as he can, curling into himself.
He feels firm hands on him a second later, though he doesn't fight them off. He's drawn to the comfort they allow; gentle but strong. They remind him that he's still here, that he's not totally crazy. Not yet at least.
"Hey," Jake's voice soothes. Cam struggles to focus. It's hard, it's so hard.
Jake seems to understand, though Cam doesn't fathom how. How could anyone understand someone as fucked up as me?
As he sits there, sprawled out on the driveway, fighting back tears like some little bitch (-some little bitch!" Dallas laughs), he thinks of Jake Martin, and what it means for him to be the only person to find him like this.
He can finally see straight, and his breathing is finally slowing down, but still, Jake Martin lingers.
"S-sorry," he stutters, around his aching throat. "I'm sorry-"
Jake looks at him with such sadness, as if to say you've got nothing to be sorry for. Cam never, not once in his life, thought of it like that before.
Instead, Jake nods his head, and clasps the boy's shoulder. Cam notices him slipping a joint back into his jean pocket before he stands.
"I'm sorry," Cam whispers, like it's all he can say. And frankly, Jake's quiet acceptance of this whole thing is making him uncomfortable so he feels like maybe he should say something, only he doesn't know what to say, and fuck, he interrupted the guy's weed break, God, you're such an-
Jake smiles. "You don't have to say anything, man," he hums, his voice low.
"Kay," Cam smiles timidly back, though he can't make eye contact with the older boy. Jake seems to know.
"It'll be our little secret," Jake smirks, though it doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm good at keeping secrets."
Cam does make eye contact now though. He's seen that face before; doesn't resent Jake for making it. Cam isn't sure he believes in God, isn't sure of much really, but in that moment, he thinks maybe this place, right now, is exactly where I'm supposed to be. Sharing a bitter laugh with someone who knows about life's bullshit, but who knows maybe life isn't all bullshit either.
"Thanks," the boy says to the taller, plaid-wearing runaway.
"Anytime," Jake says, though it's genuine. Not an 'anytime-when-it's-convenient-for-me' or an 'anytime-which-really-means-never'. Sincerity; this boy has it in spades.
And maybe it wouldn't hurt for this 'loser' to play a hand with him.
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Review? :)
(But honestly though, can you imagine? *sobs* and I kinda imagine this is why Cam decides to commit in the greenhouse, because of my canon connection to Jake? And like Jake gets Cam's depression because of his mom jfc, don't EVEN LOOK AT ME I'M SOBBING. These two I swear)
