AN: This chapter has been rewritten and edited for your reading pleasure. :)
--Cam
The Harrington Home
Saturday, November 8th.
5:34 P.M.
"Dude. I already told you this like five times. There is no way that I'm going to that opera shit with you!" Cam Fisher shouted out in frustration before he lied back on the cool black, leather couch.
"Then, for the fifth time, it is NOT the opera. It's a violin recital, y'know, a place where violinists play in front of an audience?" Derrick replied with an equal amount of frustration.
Cam didn't seem to understand. Yet, instead of it being because of stupidity, it was more out of his own ignorance. Frankly, he didn't care what Derrick wanted him to call it. All he knew and understood at the present conversation in time was that he certainly did not wish to go.
"Uh, yeah, exactly what I said, the opera. Not going." Cam stated with boredom seeking through his voice. He tugged on a thread from his navy blue shirt, all while wondering exactly when Derrick was going to shut his damn mouth.
Derrick slapped his hand against his forehead. Cam assumed Derrick was getting angry at his antics. It was all planned. Cam purposely acted like an idiot to annoy Derrick most of the time anyway. Besides, being over-calculating and analyzing every situation was tough work. Cam didn't know how Derrick did the whole 'think before speaking' thing anyway.
"Besides, you promised me. Remember that time I snuck into that strip club, just for you?" Derrick paused, looking for any change of facial expression amongst Cam's face. "The whole 'I'd go anywhere with you', remember that?" Derrick said, using finger quotations.
Cam pretended to look confused. He even raised his eyebrow. Of course he remembered that, but he figured if Derrick knew he'd just pressure him into keeping his promise anyway.
"Uh, no, not really." Cam lied and scratched his head blankly, annoyed at Derrick's good memory.
Derrick sent his evil glare in the direction of Cam and fake cracked his knuckles. "Fisher, you know when I told you I hated liars?" He said with a smirk and approached Cam slowly.
"I-I mean I already made plans with that Allie-Rose girl anyway." Cam stuttered. "Haven't you seen her? Giving up a HOT girl like that for the opera? I think not."
Okay, so he really hadn't made plans with Allie-Rose. But she was number 431 on his speed dial. Cam knew if he called, she'd gladly offer herself for the night.
Derrick didn't seem impressed. He just walked closer, now cracking his neck from side to side.
The one person Cam never wanted to fight with was Derrick. With Derrick being goalie, he was sure a punch in the cheek from Derrick was the equivalent of a kick in the balls from any guy on the soccer team.
"Ha-ha... you know I was just kidding dude, of course I remember!" Cam suddenly shouted with artificial enthusiasm.
What Cam really had wanted to say was, 'Yes I remember. No, I'm not going. I don't give a shit!' But that would've made Derrick a bit too angry for his liking. A mad with anger Derrick wasn't good for his physical health.
"Oh, good, I was just beginning to think you had lied to me, haha." Derrick said and laughed, shoving Cam hardly but playfully in his arm with his elbow.
Cam knew he had shoved him hard purposely. He figured it was Derrick's way of responding to Cam's thoughts. It kind of sent a message saying; 'Fuck you.'
"R-Right." Cam muttered and held his throbbing arm tightly with his other hand.
"I would never lie to you...ha...ha..." Cam started, moving away from Derrick slowly.
That itself was a lie. Derrick knew. Cam knew. Fuck, everyone at Westchester High knew that Cam wasn't the most honest guy out there.
"So uh-- what time is this opera thing again?" Cam asked, again feigning interest.
He knew exactly how to get out of Derrick's opera thing. He'd deal with an angry Derrick later, after getting Harris to think Derrick wanted a wrestling match.
"It's at 8 o'clock, in that new Theater that just opened up downtown." Derrick said, finally satisfied.
"Have you ever considered therapy for your weird bi-polarness?" Cam asked, incredibly creeped out at Derrick's mood swings.
He had seen Derrick happy, angry, depressed, and even horny. The thing was, sometimes he saw all of them in the same day.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Fisher. Cya." Derrick said before turning his back to Cam and leaving.
--Derrick
Theatre of Zeus
Saturday, November 8th.
8:55 P.M.
Derrick stood outside the large building, tapping his foot impatiently. It was just like Cam to be late, even though he had absolutely nothing to do.
Derrick knew Cam's plan too well, he would show up an hour late so the performance had already started, thinking Derrick had already went inside, then he'd leave and later claim that Derrick had 'stood him up' like the upset girls Cam often agreed to go out with.
But Cam was an idiot, and Derrick was too smart for that. He had told Cam that the performance was at eight even though it was really at nine.
And as Derrick had predicted, at exactly nine on the dot, he saw a Black BMW, more specifically, the car of Harris Fisher.
"Finally." Derrick said and gave a sly smile to Cam's surprised face. "Harris." He said and nodded in acknowledgment of the older look-a-like of Cam.
"Shit." He heard Cam mutter before he slammed the car door loudly on his way out.
"Why so angry Fisher?" Derrick asked cockily as he heard the screech of Harris' car as it turned swiftly and exited the parking lot.
He knew why Cam was angry. Derrick just liked rubbing it in his face. A swearing Cam was pretty hilarious.
"Shut up." Cam muttered and followed Derrick angrily into the building.
It was a large theater, with a classy, roman mythology theme to it. It had various pictures and paintings of each of the Gods. Each seating section was named after one of them. The sections seemed to go by importance, the more important the God, the closer to the V.I.P section they got.
Derrick's eyes darted around, admiring what he saw, while Cam's eyes shined from the light of his iPhone as he texted one of his 'girls'.
Derrick had gotten V.I.P seats of course, that had been cleverly named 'Apollo', located on the balcony.
"If this sucks, which it probably will, I'm going to use my foot and your head for entertainment." Cam said bitterly as he took a front row seat next to Derrick.
"Chill. I'm sure it won't be THAT bad." Derrick reassured Cam.
He wasn't lying. At least, he didn't think he was. Derrick had just gotten the tickets for his birthday. Music had always interested him, so he decided to take the opportunity.
"So what you're saying is, it'll suck, but not like extremely?" Cam asked.
"Mmhm." Derrick muttered, not really listening. He was more focused on the unique theme of the theater, his eyes drifiting in every direction.
"Okay. How would you rate it on a 1-10 scale? 1 is Jonas Brothers, 10 is Linkin Park." Cam asked, his iPod in his pocket prepared for anything worse or remotely close to the Jonas Brothers.
"Just shut up and listen Fisher. It's not like you'll lose any brain cells." Derrick said and grinned at his own silly antic.
Cam just shrugged his shoulders, not really getting the joke.
--Claire
Theatre of Zeus
Saturday, November 8th.
10:01 P.M.
Claire could hear the announcer begin, that alone made her heart beat two times faster. Sure, she had performed many times before, but she had still never gotten used to the butterflies in her stomach.
There the blonde was, standing in front of a crystal clear Atlantis themed mirror, violin in hand. All around her were musicians, some more famous than the next. The room had a mixture of different sounds, all sounding pleasant to her ear. Even if her surroundings sounded peaceful, she had already learned of how intimidating this place could be. Claire had learned that very few of the people here were willing to be each other's friends. Every person here considered everyone else a rival. Claire somehow felt that way too. It wasn't like the audience could have more than one favorite. At the end of the day, only the musicians that caught the crowd's attention would succeed.
"Claire, you're on in two." She heard the high pitched voice of the organizer call.
When Claire had thought her heart rate couldn't increase further, she had been terribly mistaken.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned to face the brown locks and green eyes of her friend, Sari. "Don't worry, you'll be great... like always." The lanky girl said with a reassuring smile.
Claire suddenly felt an extreme sense of gratitude for Sari. Even though Sari was also a musician, she'd always wish Claire luck. She felt herself calm down, if only just a little.
Sari was Claire's best friend. They were both musicians, they both played violin. Even if Sari never had been one to particularly attract the attention of any major producers, she was still the 'go-with-the-flow' type of person who seemed happy with everything she did. Claire on the other hand considered herself to be a perfectionist.
"Thanks." Claire said and returned Sari's help with a warm smile of her own.
"How did your piece go?" Claire asked with genuine concern.
"It was alright, I guess. I kind of messed up on the vibrato more than once..." Sari continued, running a hand through her silky hair.
"Oh, you didn't!" Claire asked and gasped for fake enthusiasm, she even put her small hand over her heart like the dramatic women in those soap operas her mother loved.
"Oh but I did, Clairebear!" Sari said with a grin before they both began laughing.
That was another reason why Claire loved Sari. Even if Sari hadn't done particularly well, she would always come back in a good mood. She never got jealous, even when her own performance had not gone too well, and was generally a fun loving person. Sari was the friend and sister that Claire had never asked for, someone she had grown so attached to at their first recital together in Orlando.
"Now go out there and break a leg, not literally." Sari said and smiled just as the announcer called the name 'Claire Lyons' and began his introduction paragraph.
Claire was the clumsy type. Therefore, even though she might not have wanted to admit it, the 'not literally' part was almost a necessity.
"I'll try!" Claire responded bouncily as the organizer approached her. She gave a quick peace sign to Sari before waving goodbye.
She nodded towards him, in a formal way once before he lead her to the side of the stage, right before the curtain. Where on the other side, right before it, the piercing eyes of the audience laid.
'Remember Claire! A, C, G, F#...' She rambled on in her mind as she began breathing in and out slowly, fanning herself with her hands for effect.
Claire somehow always believed that if she wasn't silly Claire, then she wasn't herself. She was happy enough being the goofy one. She never was the type of person who was interested in drama, and, so far, that had been what had gotten her through life.
She picked up her violin from the small chair she had rested it on, and then silently begged it to do well, as if some magic violin fairy would grant her wish. She almost giggled at her thoughts, but quickly clasped her palm over her mouth. Her squeaky giggle was the last thing she wanted her audience to hear.
Then, as if she had always been this confident, she put on a poker face and gracefully walked out from behind the curtains.
--Cam
Theatre of Zeus
Saturday, November 8th.
10:01 P.M.
Cam Fisher was bored out of his mind. This, was a fact. The only thing stopping him from leaving the building was his fear of Derrick's odd bi-polarness. Oh, and, if he stayed, he could force Derrick to buy him something to eat after.
Over the past forty-five minutes he had listened to more high-pitched classical music than necessary.
He could still hear the ringing in his ears from the last performance. On the left side of him, was Derrick, who was as enthusiastic as a kid going to Chucky Cheese.
He himself had no idea how Derrick could find this interesting.
The announcer rambled on about some girl, and as he finally heard a female musician, age seventeen, he instantly looked down to the stage, hoping his boredom would be filled by some hot girl, in some skimpy outfit. But as his eyes settled on the figure standing on the stage, he found someone better. This girl was beautiful.
She had long white-blonde hair that stopped right above her petite waist. Her piercing sky blue eyes stood out against her lightly tanned skin. Even though it was in the middle of November, he could tell that her tan was real. She must have came from a place more sunny, like Orlando, or maybe California.
She was the kind of girl that could be dressed in a potato sack, with absolutely no make-up and managed to make said potato sack look like a dress from some famous designer. She was the kind of girl that guys would marry just to get a kiss.
Cam soon found out she wasn't just eye candy. As the girl began to dance in accompany to her playing he found himself actually enjoying it.
She didn't play loud classics like the others, but instead played soothing, gentle music that was a bit more simple yet sweet.
Cam was entranced by the angelic girl on the stage, and as he looked to his left, he saw that he wasn't alone, Derrick was staring at her too.
AN: R&R is appreciated, yet not necessary. Please continue giving me your opinions on whether this should be a CLAM fanfic or a CLAIRINGTON fanfic, either way, I know that there's going to be a love triangle.
On my profile I have the pictures of what I think Claire, and Derrick look like, Cam will be up soon. Go check em out. :)