Okay, so I know that writing fanfiction about real people drives some others up the wall, and I'll totally understand if some of you unfollow me for this, but I do ship Dameron quite hard.
Believe me when I say I own nothing, just this little story. This'll be the first multi-chapter story I've done in a while so please bear with me.
As far as rating goes… Let's start with PG-13. This is all still new to me, because I've had this creative block for a long, long time. The jump is there so that those of you who may see this are warned that you will not find anything but unadulterated angst and underlying fluff in this first chapter of a Dameron fanfic. Yes, this is RPF, and thus, I truly, truly own nothing but the story.
For those of you who might be wondering who I am, I used to go by ShadowZero7, but I sort of outgrew that name.
'Does it ever get any easier?'
Damian McGinty thinks, smiling a little as he follows his best friend up the stairs to their new apartment, another bunch of boxes burdening him. By that, he was surely referring to the fact that moving here from Derry had been harder than he first thought. His parents weren't used to their son being so far away - then there had been his friends to deal with, plus packing up box after box of his belongings. Cameron had been there, of course, helping him pack - easing his parents' worries that the Irish teen wouldn't eat right or sleep well.
After winning on The Glee Project, Damian didn't have that much time before they'd need him on set, and in those few weeks, he was also turning a year older. It had been a natural move to set up in LA, a move foreseen by his family. So the first part of the plan was going home to Derry (accompanied by Cameron), packing up, and setting up in LA. Which they would've been done with days ago if Cameron hadn't been so awestruck by his visit to Ireland, and it was with very little (close to none, actually) resistance that Damian put his move on hold to take Cameron on a tour of the place he called home.
Home… Where was home now? He won. This meant a career and it meant being away from his parents and friends. But it also meant being with Cameron. He didn't know where it had all come from but there was something that was telling him - a nagging in his gut that said that he just didn't see the taller boy as his best friend anymore. He doesn't know exactly when it started, and he finds himself snapped out of his moment of reflection by that voice:
"Damo! Get a move on, we're losing daylight and you know the others will want to meet for dinner later!"
Cameron calls him from upstairs, because he's stopped on the staircase again, remembering the blonde's smile as he took the sights of Derry in with childlike glee. He's always loved the way the sun hits the taller boy's head as it makes his hair look like it's on fire or something. He shakes his head and continues up the staircase and into the open door of their apartment - nothing two fancy, two bedrooms, a kitchen… The usual thing you'd find. He drops the boxes in his room and calls for Cameron, who was nowhere to be found.
"Cam?" Damian yells, his voice ringing in the emptiness. "Where are you? I've got th' last of the boxes up, whad'ya say to a li'l lunch?"
When Damian gets no reply, he goes into Cameron's room - right across from his - to find the older boy out on his balcony, talking to someone on the phone.
"I don't know… Okay? It's not like this is easy for me either." The blond says with mild irritation. "No, I don't need you to come out here. Yeah, I know. Look, we'll talk some other time, okay? I gotta go. Love you."
He snaps his phone shut and Damian bolts out into the hallway, willing his heart to slow down a little. Cameron had probably been talking to his girlfriend, and he felt bad, mostly because he didn't want to see his best friend be hurt.
'Best friends… That's all we can be…' he thinks as his heartbeat hammers in his ears, he closes his eyes and wills his heart to calm down or he'll never look casual enough when Cameron -
"Damo?" Cameron says, poking his head out into the hallway and finding his best friend standing against the wall. "What's wrong? You look a little flushed… Is it too hot? Are you tired?"
Cameron wouldn't really know if this is the definition of hot for Damian, who's standing there - chest heaving and face flushed with heat - mostly because he was used to hotter climates, and it had been cold in Derry so maybe Damian was still getting used to the temperature.
'Or he heard you talking to mom about him.' a voice in his head quipped.
Mrs. Mitchell had been rather worried when Cameron came home after leaving The Glee Project. It just wasn't characteristic of her son to give up on something he wanted so badly, and she did ask him why he quit, only to hear a quiet truth from her son.
"He was going to lose, mom…" Cameron said, sinffling into a pillow. "Damian worked so hard - harder than anyone and he was going to be sent home."
"Honey, are you telling me you gave up a competition for that little Irish sweetheart?" she said, smiling openly. She used the words 'little' and 'sweetheart' with all the affection in the world, because her son couldn't see it clearly, but there was something there that had grown over the course of the time her son spent in LA.
"Cameron… Are you in love with Damian?" his mom asked.
This question took the strawberry blond by surprise - he had never imagined, nor had he even thought that maybe he was attracted to the Irish teen. He only looked at his mother and then at his phone. She left him alone for a while and went to her husband to tell him what she had learned. The only answer her husband could give her was "better that boy than her". And it was with no surprise that Cameron came downstairs for dinner and announced that he was moving to LA. He wanted to really get a career going, and, he confessed - he wanted to be with Damian - who he planned on calling that very evening to talk about what they'd do after The Glee Project. The phone call had been his mother checking up on him, seeing if he'd made any progress with the younger boy. If Damian heard all that… Then there'd be no use hiding how he felt anymore.
"M'fine, Cam. Hungry is all…" Damian shrugged off Cameron's hand and said; "Let's just order takeout, yeah? I don' feel much like heading out right now…"
The silence hung heavily in the air as Cameron nodded and padded the few steps down to their living room, making a quick call to Damian's favorite takeout place, not even bothering to ask what the other boy wanted, because he knew the other boy's takeout order by heart. Damian sat on the sofa, watching Cameron's every move as the taller boy paced and placed their orders.
'This is going to be one awkward lunch…' Cameron thinks as he replaces the receiver. He doesn't notice Damian looking him over from head to toe, attempting to memorize every aspect of him, and when Damian looks away, he doesn't notice that Cameron's breathing hitches just looking at him.
Well, there you go. Chapter one of a multi-chapter Dameron fanfic. If you liked it, please review :) I'd love to hear what you think.
On a side note, this was previously published on Tumblr, so yeah, erm... That is all.