Dissclaimer: I don't own Summerland cuase if I did, it wouldn't have ended and Bradin and Cameron would be a couple in it.

Warnings: None in this chapter...well none that I remember...oh wait, yes...a little sexual activity between our two favorite teenage guys.

Author's note: Sorry I took so long. I was just coming up with ideas. Thinking of where to lead this part of the story. I can assure you, I thought of some good things to add. Well, they seem good to me, but of course, they come later on in "True Love". Anyways here's chapter two.


True Love

Chapter 2: The Arrival

Nikki stared at the two teenage boys, "Cameron Bale, you will not have the pleasure of bringing my brother down with you. I'll make sure Bradin dumps you before all of Playa Linda finds about you two."

Satisfied at her devious plan, Nikki walked away.

"So, where did you come from," Cameron broke the silence, "Was it from another state or some other city here in California?"

"Some other city here in California," replied Mike, "Riverside."

"I've heard it gets extremely hot in the summer over there," commented Cameron.

"Well I wouldn't say extremely, but yeah, it gets pretty hot."

"So how long have you been in Playa Linda for?"

"About two weeks," answered Mike. Just then the bell rang, announcing that lunch was over.

Cameron removed the icepack from Mike's eye and handed it to him, "Its looking better already."

"That's good…I guess," said Mike.

"I'll see you later then," Cameron said, sort of in a question.

"Yeah," replied Mike, "Who knows, we might even have a class together."

Cameron smiled and nodded in agreement. Then they each went their separate ways.

-TWO HOURS LATER-

As Cameron walked to his sixth period, something kept circling in his head. I wonder what my real father is like. Will we get along? Will I dislike him? Of course I WILL. I mean he just left my mother pregnant like it was no big deal.

Ten feet away from his destination, Cameron saw Nikki enter the same room he was heading towards. Crap! I forgot we both chose this class, back when we were going out, so we could have more possibilities of having a least one class together. Oh well, I'm just going to have to deal with it.

Cameron entered the classroom. He looked at the seats and after a few seconds, he chose to sit all the way in the back right hand corner (from teacher's point of view; left hand from student's). Two minutes later Cameron noticed Mike walk in. Mike looked around and saw that all the seats were taken except for one, so he ended up sitting all the way in the back right hand corner (from teacher's point of view; right hand from student's).

At that moment the teacher came in and closed the door, "Settle down, settle down…my name is Mrs. Winston fro those of you who don't know me," she walked towards the front of the class, "Welcome to Beginning Drama."

-THE NEXT DAY-

The second day of school felt more like the first day of school all over again. Everything was pretty much the same. The only thing different was that Cameron didn't see Mike during lunch or at sixth period. Cameron figured that Mike was probably absent. At that moment, Cameron was walking to Bradin's house. He needed to get his stuff ready for when his dad got there.

"Hey sexy," Bradin said as he caught up to the other teen.

"Huh…oh hey Bradin," responded Cameron.

"You're leaving today, right," asked Bradin with a sad tone as they continued walking.

"Yeah," said Cameron.

"So how do you feel about meeting your real father?"

Umm…I'm not sure…awkward I guess."

"Oh…man that sucks! Now we're going to see each other less even more. During like half of the day you're in school. And now when I get home you won't be there," said Bradin.

"You forgot the fact that I'm probably going to have to ask this dad permission very often too," pointed out Cameron.

"Damn it," agreed Bradin.

The older boy opened the door to his home. Cameron walked in and was followed by Bradin. They both went to Bradin's room. Cameron began to gather his things.

"Do you need any help," asked Bradin.

"Nah, its ok…I'm almost done anyways," replied Cameron. Five minutes later the younger one announced that he was done.

"Good," said Bradin as he closed the door.

Forgetting to lock it, he moved towards Cameron. He grabbed the front of Cameron's shirt with both hands and pulled him. Bradin then placed his lips on Cameron's. In a matter of seconds, they were making out. Bradin gently made Cameron back up until his back was against the wall. After a while, Bradin began grinding up and down against Cameron's clothed dick. Just as the two began to get horny, the doorknob twisted.

Bradin let go of Cameron and quickly moved to the other side of the room. The door opened and Ava walked in.

"Oh hey Bradin, I didn't think you would be in here," said Ava.

"I was just helping Cameron gather his things," lied Bradin.

"Oh…anyways, Frank Walsh is here."

Both boys looked at her and said at the same time, "Who?"

"Cameron's dad," replied Ava, "He's outside waiting in his car."

Bradin and Ava accompanied Cameron to the house's front door. Cameron thanked them for everything they did for him and said his goodbyes.

Frank Walsh was waiting in his gray BMW Roadster Z4. Cameron entered the car.

"Hey Cameron," said Frank, "In case that Ava woman didn't tell you, my name is Frank Walsh."

"Yeah. She told me," responded Cameron.

During the entire drive, neither of them said anything else. When the car came to a halt, Cameron noticed that Frank had parked in the driveway of an enormous two story house.

"Welcome to your new home," said Frank as he entered the house, "Your room is up the stairs, to the right, down the corridor, to the left, all the way at the end."

Cameron stayed quiet. Frank looked at his watch, "I need to go make a call, if you need anything, I'll be in my office."

Cameron saw him walk deeper into the house. He examined the hall he was standing in. It was huge. There were a little more than a dozen paintings hanging around the hall. Everything was white. The walls, the stairs, the visible doors, and even the floor. The only thing adding color to that great hall, were the paintings.

When he finished admiring that one particular room, he walked up the stairs. Upon reaching the top he turned to his right and walked down the corridor then turned to his left. This corridor was about ten feet long. There were no doors on the side, just one single door all the way at the end. Cameron walked towards it.

When he got to the door, he noticed that he had to go up five steps. He went up and opened the door. The room was pretty big, but to his disappointment it was completely white as well. Cameron put down his suitcase and backpack. He walked over to a door and opened it. To his surprise it was a walk in closet. Why do I need one of these? He closed the door and walked over to another door. Cameron opened and saw that inside was a bathroom with not only a shower, but with a biggish square bathtub as well. This room was also covered in white. I guess its a master bedroom. Cameron closed it and walked to the window. He just stood there, staring at the backyard.

Frank was sitting in his office talking on his cell phone, "He's settling in right now…yeah boss, you were right…this is a perfect cover."


Author's note: Did you like it? I know it was kind of dull, but since no one told me of a good way to make time pass, I had to write some of the things.PLEASE REVIEW.

-In case some of you are asking why Mike is in the story well first of all because he's going to have a big role in it.

-Second is because I decided that the story would be more interesting and realistic if it had some of the struggles of Bradin and Cameron's friends, which is why Erika(Ericka,Erica) is going to start coming out later on.

- And the last reason is because the name Mike Landry means something important to me.

PLEASE REVIEW...PLEASE REVIEW...PLEASE REVIEW

Coming soon to 'True Love' : Erika. What was Frank talking about with his boss? Why did Mike move to Playa Linda? What's Nikki's plan?

Next Chapter Preview: A secrect about Mike revealed. The reason why Mike was absent. A little fun in the new house.