A/N: Hey everyone! I'm Emily and this is my story for two of my favorite boy's! The chapters get longer as I go on but the first is one of the shortest just because it was to get an idea of what my brain I was trying to work out. And I also promise the writing gets better too! I have up to chapter six written and up to chapter 10 planned out so I will update once a week, probably sundays, since schools starts in a day. Yay. It is also a sneaky way for me to buy me some time if I fall behind on writing.

Enjoy you beautiful people, you!

3 Emily K. K.

Chapter one

Cameron Mitchell stood in front of the mirror hanging from his door. He took a breath, trying to relax himself, mentally preparing for the day ahead of him. He glanced at the clock seeing the time he scooped up his book bag from his bed and took one last look at his new room before heading for his first day at MHS. The room was larger then the one in Texas but it didn't feel like his, the walls a pale blue no posters hanging due to the fact he still hoped his parents would change their mind about the move and he would be back. He sat on the edge of his mattress and traced the pattern of the worn quilt with the pad of his index finger, hot tears rolled down his cheek as he tried to recall the story of how his parents had gotten it for him the day he was born, Marissa, his sister, would tell it to him when he missed them when they went on one of their many business trips. He loved his parents and he was happy to live the way they did but sometimes he would have traded it all just to have the chance to sit at the dinner table tonight and talk about his first day at a new school, but they were going to be late, they explained, for they had to get everything settled at the office. He had woken that morning in hopes they would at least be seated at the table with coffee and a laptop in front of them but instead all he found was a sticky note with the words 'had to go to office. Left a 20 for take out. Good luck and I love you!' written in his mothers neat hand writing. Why was he so disappointed? it was nothing new to him or his sister but it still hurt. He grabbed the sticky off the counter and ran to his room to put the small slip of paper in the shoe box he kept with all the others. It was a startling amount neatly placed in the small cardboard box. He didn't know when he started to collect them but it was a small comfort to know he had their words so close to him. Marissa thought it was strange at first but soon realized the small notes each ending in a small 'I love you' is what stopped Cameron from small break downs.

Cameron hastily wiped the tears from his face and placed his black rimmed glasses back on his face and picked up the box that sat next to him and slowly hid it in his sock drawer.

"Knock, Knock," Marissa said drawing attention to herself, smiling at him sadly as she had just watched him from the doorway. "Time to go little bro."

"'Kay. Let's go then," Cameron hitched the bag on his shoulder and walked down the stair followed by Marissa.

They stepped outside and the cold air hit them, causing Cameron to try and bury himself in his cardigan. When they got in the car Marissa turned the heater to the maximum and looked at her shivering brother.

"You need a coat Cam!" she chided him.

"All I have is this," he tried to wrap it farther around his waist but it made no difference.

"Maybe mom will take you shopping for a coat. You need one or you'll freeze here!" she kept her eyes focused on the road just incase of ice.

"You mean mom will leave money for a coat and you'll take me?" he asked bitterly.

"Don't be that way little bro, they try," she said looking at him which resulted in them sliding.

"Watch the road Mar! And the only thing they're trying to do is get another promotion. They think it will help us but they're just never around," Cameron looks out the window wishing it was his mom and dad he would have to ask for homework help, not Marissa who would have enough of her own but would never complain about it.

Marissa didn't know what to say because if she was honest with herself she didn't disagree. She opted for keeping quiet.

After five more minutes of driving they pulled into the parking lot of a, in what would be Cameron's opinion, a rather dumpy school. Before them was a single story building that looked as if it had had its fair share of abuse. Standing in front of the school seemed to be every click possible from the jocks in their letterman jackets to the stoners smoking in what they apparently thought was an inconspicuous corner. As he looked around it didn't appear there was any group he would truly fit into, he suddenly realized he had an unpleasant feeling in his stomach that he didn't know was there.

"I don't think I can do this Mar," he whispered to his sister as he opened the front doors and looked around a hallway that seemed to be a bit nicer then the exterior of the building. They walked towards the main office to pick up their schedules.

"Buck up baby bro! You can do this, keep your head high and don't show weakness," she advised as they saw the entrance to the office.

"You sound like I'm going to prison," he deadpanned, too nervous to sound sarcastic. He suddenly feels something more then nerves, he felt full fledge panic. He turns urgently to his sister and whispers so quietly Marissa must concentrate to catch each word. "What if they know? About w-what I am," The thought almost make him vomit on the spot but he holds it down.

"That's ridiculous! They couldn't possibly know, Cam. I didn't even know until- well you know," she whispered back slightly louder but not by much. "And I don't see why it matters either, so what if you're ga-" she was cut off by Cameron's hand over her mouth.

"Shhh! Are you insane? What is someone were to over hear?" He looked around frantically and pulled his hand away with a sigh of relief when it's obvious no one heard. "No one can know. They'll kill me!" He walks briskly to the office.

An older lady with a bored expression looks up from her computer when they enter, Marissa trying to keep up with Cameron's fast pace. "What can I do for you?" she asks clearly displeased she was interrupted.

"Schedules," Marissa answers. " We're new here," she elaborates. Cameron looks at the desk and see a metal name tag stating her name to be 'Mrs. Eves'. Mrs. Eves gives a curt nod and turns to her computer looking up at them expectantly.

"Well I need your names," she clips.

"Oh, of course! Marissa and Cameron Mitchell. M-a-r-i-s-s-a." Marissa states. She always had to explain her name, no one ever seemed to get it right.

Another curt nod and they are handed their individual class lists. They thank her and exit.

"Damn. I forgot we would have lockers in different halls," Marissa mutters but when she takes in Cameron's stricken face she smiles reassuringly. "It'll be fine! Now let me see your schedule," Cameron hands it to her and watched as a frown forms on her lips. "We don't have lunches together. Shit. But that's okay!" She adds hurriedly. "We can do this! Now I have to go and so do you!" She pulls him in for a hug and kisses the top of his head. "I know you'll do great. And you'll make tons of friends okay?" she whispers and them pulls away, she starts walking down the hall, moving towards her locker when she turns back and yells, "keep cool baby bro! I'll see you later." And with that and a wave she was gone.

Cameron looked around the hall, within the ten minutes of being in the office and talking with Mar, the population had doubled in size. "Crap," he muttered as he walked awkwardly to try and find his locker. He felt like he stood out too much, not only was he taller and lankier then most of the males he dressed different and he felt that everyone was gawking at him.

He finally found the locker and looked down at the sheet of paper he was gripping to see the combination. 3-25-9. He tried it three times. Left, right (passing the 3 once), and left again. Nothing. Why was it not working? He was frustrated and smacked his head against the locker door. Not only did he come in the middle of the year when he knew he had no chance of making friends, but now his locker was stuck and had a sinking feeling he was going to be late for his first class on the first day. Great.

A/N: Sooo? What did you all think? I'm super excited about this story! I also have another story I want to work on but it is a Camrissa and Damsay fan fiction but I love those two characters so yeah. But I'm not going to start it until this is over half way done, that way I don't have too much going on at once. Anyway reviews would be totally awesome! Like I'm serious guise!

Keep it Nerdy! *This has been stamped with a seal of approval from The Nerd Herd*,

Emily K. K.