"Love is being stupid together." – Paul Valery
A.N. What I would like to make very clear before beginning: This story is not what you think it is...
Pitts and Cameron: February 14th
Richard Cameron strolled casually into his room on a Thursday afternoon. His brown leather penny loafers twisted on the wood floor while his hands resided in the pockets of his expensive chinos. He carried himself with his usual smug demeanor and was pleased to see that Charlie, his overly sexual, annoying pest of a roommate, was nowhere to be found. As he smoothed the covers on his bed for the hundredth time that day, something new caught his eye. There was a bouquet of a dozen red roses sitting on his oak bedside table; totally disrupting the flow of the space. He plucked the card from the flowers and began to read the flawless cursive script.
Dear Cameron,
I was hoping you would be able to meet me for dinner at the Oak Room tonight. I think that you're incredibly handsome and I'd love to go out with you.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
Cameron's mouth hung open in shock. There was a girl who was in love with him?! He did a double-take at the card to make sure it hadn't said Charlie instead. Cameron smirked to himself once he accepted the fact that a girl was interested in him. Granted, he didn't believe in love. As his father always said, wealth is more important than amorous relations. But at least now the other boys wouldn't be able to make fun of him for never having kissed anyone before or never having been on a date. Cameron pushed the sleeve of his blazer back to check his gold Rolex watch. He needed to start getting ready.
...
Richard Cameron stood in the lobby of the Oak Room. It was the nicest restaurant around Welton. You couldn't even buy a hamburger without spending at least twenty dollars. He checked his watch again impatiently. He had been waiting for half an hour since seven o'clock and she hadn't shown. He straightened his tie and sprayed some breath spray into his mouth. There was a mirror in the waiting area that he used to check his hair, which he regretted not putting enough product in.
"Would you like a table, sir? Or are you still waiting for someone?" The maitre'd asked with clear contempt.
"It'll just be a few more minutes," Cameron smiled awkwardly. "Where is she?" he said quietly to himself. He continued to check his watch with annoyance.
"Surprise," said a voice behind him that sounded like silk.
He turned around quickly. It was about time. "AH! What are you doing here?!" Cameron practically shouted until he released everyone was staring. Again, quietly, "what are you doing here?" The irritation in his voice was still present, however.
"Surprise, Dick. Aren't you happy to see me?" Charlie Dalton smiled smugly at Cameron.
"You still haven't answered my question, Dalton. What in God's name are you doing here?"
"Didn't you get the memo, Dick? I'm your secret admirer." Charlie couldn't even wipe the grin off his face. "You see Dick, I'm all for a good holiday prank, particularly since I can't stand you. And so I decided to have a little fun with your romantic life. Get you all dressed up, thinking there's a gorgeous girl who's madly in love with you. And then, I would show up, disappointing you more than you could have imagined and forcing you to go back home and jerk off into your old Playboy's."
Cameron glared at him. This was low even for Charlie. "Fuck you, Dalton," Cameron said harshly. He retreated out the front door to his waiting black Cadillac.
...
Cameron stormed through the front doors of Welton. No one was inside tonight so he could be as loud as he wanted. The dormitory halls were eerily quiet as he pounded the wooden planks. Suddenly, he realized a light was on in Pitts' room. Cameron walked in on Pitts with every type of liquor imaginable. Bottles of vodka, tequila, rum, whiskey, gin, and everything else a person could think of littered the floor around him. The stock of full bottles surrounding him rivaled the stash of a bartender.
"Did something bad happen with you too?" Cameron said as he plopped down next to him.
"Naw, man. I was out with a ton of chicks all day. But then I decided, hey, why not have a little celebration of my own?" He hiccupped and grabbed another bottle of rum by the neck, taking a large swig. "You want some?" Pitts held out the bottle.
Cameron didn't usually drink; especially not hard liquor but after tonight, he felt he owed it to himself to let loose and have a little fun. "What the hell?" Cameron laughed and grabbed the bottle. He took a large gulp and started to cough from the burn. He drank a little too much at once for someone who never drank.
"Cheers!" Pitts said happily, raising a bottle of gin to Cameron's rum bottle. They clinked their bottles together and continued to chug down the liquor like it was water.
Pitts turned out to be quite a happy drunk and, ironically enough, so was Cameron. They listened to the sappy love songs that came on the radio and complained about women. Eventually, their attitudes began to change. Whether it was the songs on the illegal radio or the amount they had to drink, they began to become the weepy drunk.
"Pitts, man. I just want you to know that I... I love you, man."
Pitts sniffled. "I love you too, man." Pitts stood and swayed from side to side. He pulled Cameron up with him. "Aw this is a great song," Pitts continued to tear up. He began shuffling across the floor by himself. Cameron saw this as an opportunity to join him.
They shuffled to You Are So Beautiful by Joe Cocker with their arms wrapped around each other, practically weeping into each other's shoulders until Pitts suddenly lost the last bit of dignity he had held onto and collapsed onto the floor.
"Sleep it off, pal, sleep it off," Cameron slurred as he stumbled out the door to his own room and collapsed into his own bed. Sleep it off...
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February 15th
Cameron awoke with a massive headache the next morning. His hair was mussed around his face and he felt like he had been hit by a bus. It was definitely after twelve and Charlie was still nowhere to be seen. Good, Cameron thought to himself. He was suddenly hit with what happened last night like a wave. Being stood up and Charlie playing the joke and then getting drunk off his ass. Great. Hopefully my parents won't find out about this.
He stumbled groggily out of bed and into the hallway. The other boys were around waiting for him to wake up.
Meeks walked past and smirked, "nice video, Cameron. Looks like you had fun last night."
Everywhere he looked boys were pointing and laughing. Cameron had no idea what was going on. He pulled Neil to the side as soon as he saw him. "Neil, what the hell is going on? What video? What's everyone talking about?"
"Oh... you haven't heard?" Neil pulled Cameron into his room and showed him the video on his computer. It was a video of Cameron dancing with Pitts; a video that had went viral overnight. Cameron searched frantically for the YouTube name. Who could have posted this? Who even knew about that? Cameron's eyes widened in their sockets.
"CHARLIE!"
A.N.N. Hope you enjoyed! The Oak Room thing is from Scent of a Woman just because I couldn't think of another fancy restaurant. And I do not know if it's real or not.