Title: How College Sitcom Cliche of Me.
Fandom: The Glee Project.
Pairing(s?): Cameron/Damian, maybe others as time goes on?
Summary: Never has a stereotype sounded so appealing to Cameron, but why did it have to be… him? Boy, this is going to be awkward.
Rating: T; subject to change.
The bump of airplane wheels colliding with ground jostled Cameron from his slumber, although he hadn't remembered falling asleep in the first place. He pulled his phone from his pocket to check the time. 12:13. He'd been out for at least an hour. It made sense; his jitters made him restless the night before. The jet lag probably played a part as well since he was jumping two hours behind his normal sense of time.
Whatever the case, Cameron was exhausted, but stepping off of that plane into the airport itself was so busy, it was hard to feel tired. The smells of coffee, perfumes, colognes, and the various sounds of people and squeaking of luggage blended into one pure dose of sensory overload. Then the sight of one familiar face cleared the mental fog for good.
That green hoodie… That short, scruffy hair the color of dark chocolate… Those piercing blue eyes he could catch from this distance… It was him. His best friend was here just for him.
"Damo!" Cameron exclaimed, lips parting to reveal a grin as he approached the shorter boy. He hadn't the slightest idea he would've missed Damian so much until the Irish boy was right in front of him. The months after filming the competition had felt so oddly empty, and now the reason why was suddenly clear.
"Hey, Cam!" Damian greeted, wrapping his arms around the nerd's lanky body and enveloping him in a warm hug. A grin of his own matched Cameron's, his joy anything but hidden. His best friend was here to stay; what could be better? Certainly not Skyping and texting with an ocean separating them. This right here was pretty perfect.
"Oh, man, I've missed you, Damian. Am I dreaming?" the blonde asked, the sheer happiness radiating from the two of them like rays of sunshine as he returned the embrace.
Damian chuckled and shook his head as he parted from Cameron. "Want me to check for ya?" He reached out as if to pinch the nerd with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He didn't really mind that he was acting a tad childish at the moment; the circumstances gave him the right to, right?
Cameron shook his head with a laugh. "No, no, I'm good! You're not good with rhetorical questions, are you?" he replied, lightly pushing the shorter boy's arm away.
Light blue eyes rolled playfully as Damian made his way to the luggage claim, leaving Cam no choice but to follow close behind. Dark blue eyes darted to slim hips swaying ever so slightly.
When did his hips start swaying like that?
Cameron shook the thought from his head upon realizing it was wrong on so many levels to think of his male best friend that way. He kept his eyes on the back of the Irish crooner's head and helped carry his bags to the car.
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The car ride had been extremely pleasant, despite the earlier, one-sided awkwardness. Damian had brought up life back in Derry, where he'd been until about two weeks ago, and the guys of Celtic Thunder. Cameron hung on every word with interest. The piecing together of Damian's life before The Glee Project brought a new sense of knowing the boy before him. They may have been best friends, but they didn't know absolutely everything about each other yet.
Cameron had discussed his own home life in suburban Colleyville: the performances he'd lined up at coffee shops since returning home, some new songs he was considering as possible covers, his girlfriend… or problems with his girlfriend. He'd been feeling utterly lost recently; the kind of love he shared with Macy Marie Maloy was now unknown. Were the romantic feelings he'd felt in the beginning still there, or had they dwindled to something along the lines of a sibling or platonic love? It was all so confusing and nerve-racking. The blonde was glad to get a little distance to sort things out.
The car pulled to a smooth stop in the parking lot. Damian moved his arms toward the apartment complex with a flourish. "I present to you our home until our shenanigans get us evicted, Mr. Mitchell." He gave a grin.
The place was beautiful, hands down. Building after building lined the streets, tall and painted a periwinkle blue. Shrubs lined the fronts, and trees spotted the whole land. A small playground and even a large pool could be seen from their place.
Cameron took it in slowly, his expression something akin to awe. His first time out on his own, and he was living here? It slightly reminded him of that old show with the twins living in that fancy hotel with the smart candy-counter girl and scatterbrained maintenance guy.
"That was how I looked, too, I assume," Damian joked. "Now c'mon, let's get your things."
Something told Cameron he was going to definitely enjoy this experience…