Disclaimer: I don't own The Glee Project or know its contestants (damn).
Note: Mini-Glee Project per request of a fan (Damian, Cameron, and Hannah). Review if you'd like! This will be a multi-chapter story if you request it to be so.
"Here you go, love," Damian's mum set him down in the park. "Why don't you try to make some new friends? Look, there's a nice boy over there," she pointed at a blonde boy with messy hair and glasses. "Go talk to him." Damian peered curiously up at his mother, who smiled encouragingly. "I'll be right over there," she gestured towards a bench over on the side. "Don't be afraid."
Damian nodded and walked over to the blonde boy, who was reading a book in the grass. He wore a blue t-shirt that brought out his eyes and jeans, and Damian immediately felt at ease; blue was his favorite color (well, at least this week it was). "Hullo," he said quietly.
The boy looked up. "Oh, hi!" He saved his place in his book. "Are you new to the neighborhood? 'Cause I've never seen you around here before."
"Yeah," Damian nodded shyly. "My mum and dad and brother and sister and I just moved here from Ireland."
"Your voice is funny," the boy crinkled his nose. "I'm sorry, that was rude. My name's Cameron. I'm eight years old."
"M'name's Damian. I'm five," Damian said with a slight lisp. "I like your shirt."
"Oh, thanks," Cameron looked down at it, as if he'd forgotten he was wearing it. "Yeah, blue's my favorite color."
"Mine, too," Damian's eyes lit up, and he showed off a missing-tooth smile.
"Really? Cool. It's also my best friend Hannah's color. She's playing on the swings, over there," Cameron pointed out a red-haired girl.
"Oh, you already have a best friend," Damian's face fell.
"I think people can have more than one best friend," Cameron offered. "And if you join our group, it could be like the Three Musketeers."
"Who're they?" Damian inquired. "I thought it was a candy."
"They're these three guys that go around and fight battles in the medieval times, and they're best friends," Cameron explained. "They stick up for each other no matter what."
"So…so you and Hannah need a third guy?" Damian asked.
"I like the way you say her name. It's so cool," Cameron smiled. "And yeah, we do."
"Can I please be the third guy?" Damian remembered to say 'please'.
"May you," Cameron gently corrected him. "And yes, you may."
"Oh, thank you so much!" Damian clapped his hands excitedly.
"You're welcome," Cameron smiled warmly. "Hey, I'll introduce you to Hannah. She's seven years old, and we go to the same school. Hannah!" He called to her.
She came bounding over to them a few moments later. "Cam, what's up?"
"I think I've found our Third Musketeer," he grinned. "Hannah, meet Damian. He and his family just moved here all the way from Ireland."
"Ireland?" Her green eyes lit up. "Like…like four-leaf clovers and all that?"
"I've never actually found a four-leaf clover," Damian admitted.
"Honestly, Hannah, don't you know that all that stuff is a stereotype?" Cameron chastised her. "Leprechauns don't exist, right, Damian?"
"Right," he giggled.
"Guess what? Damian's favorite color is blue, too," Cameron told her.
"Awesome!" Hannah high-fived the small boy. Damian smiled and looked over at his mum, who gave him a thumbs-up in return, happy to see her son make two friends so quickly. "Are you really reading this again?" she picked up the book Cameron had been reading. "He's read it like, three times," she rolled her eyes.
"I happen to like this book, it's my favorite," he snatched it away from her.
"What's it about?" Damian peered at the title, but not really being able to read yet, didn't know what it said.
"Have you never heard of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland?" Cameron asked.
Damian shrugged. "I've heard of it, but I've never read it. I can't even read yet."
"It's about this girl who falls asleep and has a really crazy dream about a magical place called Wonderland. She meets a lot of funny creatures and people there. Of course, she wakes up in the end, but it's still a fun dream. I like the sequel, too, but it's a little more confusing than the first one. I like the pictures, too. It's also a Disney movie. Have you ever seen that before?"
"No," Damian quietly said. "But I kind of want to now."
"We can watch it together sometime," Hannah cut in. "Hey, are you going to the same school as us? Farbrook Elementary?"
"Hold on, I'll go ask my mum," Damian ran over to her. "Mummy, what school am I going to tomorrow?"
"Farbrook Elementary School," she told him.
"Cool, great!" He ran back to his new friends. "Yep, that's where I'm going!"
"Yay!" Hannah clapped gleefully. "Me and Cam, we've got your back, okay? If any of the big kids give you trouble, come and find us and we'll take care of 'em. Or we can get our big sisters to help or something. And you gotta stick up for us too, alright? It's a Three Musketeer thing."
"Okay," Damian said brightly. "I can do that!"
"Here," Cameron patted the ground next to him. "I'll read you some of Alice."
"I'd like that," Damian settled down, Hannah sitting across from Cameron so that Damian could look at the illustrations in the book.
"Chapter one," Cameron read. "Down the Rabbit-Hole. Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank and of having nothing to do…" Damian listened to the blonde boy read the funny and sometimes scary story with great curiosity and interest. It seemed as if no time at all had passed before his mum came to collect him.
"Come, love. We must be getting home now," she reached for his hand.
"Aw, mum, but we were just getting to chapter three!" He protested.
"We can read it another time," Cameron promised him. "Hi, I'm Cameron Mitchell. It's nice to meet you, Damian's mother."
"And I'm Hannah McIalwain," Hannah spoke up. "Cameron and I both go to Farbrook."
"It's nice to see that Damian made friends so quickly," his mum smiled at the kids.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow!" Cameron called as Damian walked away.
"Yeah, see you!" Hannah added.
"Bye, guys!" Damian chirped. "Mummy, did you see that? I made two friends, and they're older," he said proudly.
"They seem very nice," she replied honestly. "I'm very proud of you, love."
"Come on," he dragged her towards the car.
"Slow down, sweetheart!" She laughed.
"But the sooner we get home, the sooner we eat supper. And the sooner we eat supper, the sooner I go to bed. And the sooner I go to bed, the sooner I wake up and get to go to school and see Hannah and Cameron again!" He insisted.
"Okay, love," she kissed his forehead. "I'm just so glad you're adjusting well to living here in America."
"And I'm so glad you took me to the park today," he grinned. "Now, come on! We've got to get home for supper!"
She smiled fondly at her son in his new car seat, humming to himself to a tune she couldn't identify. She admittedly was a bit worried about how he'd adjust to living in a brand-new place at such a young age, but now was relieved to see that he was doing just fine, and had even made a pair of nice, polite friends. She was a tiny bit concerned about them being older than her son, but was pleased at how genuine they'd seemed, and how her son lit up around them for the first time in many days. She hoped it would last.
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