Fisher's House
Cam's Bedroom
8:35 P.M.
FEBRUARY 14TH, 2009
"Dude, what's wrong?" Derrick Harrington opened Cam's bedroom door slowly, peeking inside slightly. Cam was sitting on his bed with his head in his knees, sobbing loudly as he did so. His black hair that used to be nicely kept and flat ironed was now messy and windblown. His tie was ripped up and onto the tan carpet, he was now in his white pajama top (which is from his Father's closet, so it reached his knees) and the cracked ring was on top of his wooden bedside dresser.
"Cam?" Derrick sat down beside Cam and patted his back. Cam immediately hugged tightly onto Derrick, knocking him down onto the bed. "Dude!?"
Cam looked up from Derrick's chest to see his face with his different colored eyes, and then quickly backed up when he noticed who it was. His face flushed from embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, dude." He sat back down onto his bed and sighed, trying not to cry again.
"What happened?" Derrick sat back up. "We were looking all over for you 'cause we were going to pull a prank on the PC, fool!" He cackled at the idea of Massie covered in egg yolk and cream cheese.
"C-Claire dumped me." Cam squeaked, and then busted into tears again. "I-I spent so m-much t-t-t-imeee and mmoonneyy getting that r-r-ring for herrr." He began to sob harder.
Derrick sighed and then gave Cam's back and long, hard pat. "I'm sorry man. If it makes you feel better, I dumped Massie after the soccer championships." He smiled nervously, obviously not sure how to make somebody feel better after a heart break.
Cam peeked up at Derrick, pushing some black hair from his face. "Y-You did?" He asked softly.
"Yeah." Derrick grinned proudly, and puffed his chest out. "The boys thought she was too bitchy, so she had to go."
Cam laughed lightly and then looked away, gazing at his phone. It looked as if he were hoping for Claire to text him, even though he knew that wouldn't happen. Derrick watched him for a little while, and then reached over and grabbed the phone from his view.
"Dude, you have to get over her." Derrick sighed. "For a matter of fact, forget about all the girls in the PC. Let's not date any of them; they're all trouble."
"I know that now." Cam sighed, and then peeked briefly at Derrick. Derrick was staring back at Cam, concentration in his light brown eyes. Cam couldn't help but stare back, the other boy's eyes catching him in an unbreakable trance. For some very awkward reason the same tingle behind his legs that he got when he kissed Claire came back, yet it was slightly weaker and made him want to barf instead of smile.
Derrick broke the stare after an unnerving 2 whole minutes and stood up. "Come on, duude, the boys are outside. Let's go hang out." He slapped Cam's back hard three times.
Cam removed Derrick's hand and stared up at him, slight confusion in his eyes. "Why were you staring at me?"
Derrick's face flushed a bit, and then he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I should be asking you the same question, Cam." That was the first time in a while that Derrick used Cam's name in a more than 5-word sentence. It kind of made Cam smile, but then he felt utterly retarded for thinking that was some kind of accomplishment.
"Because you were staring, man." Cam laughed at how stupid the conversation was, and then felt a crash of depression again, thinking about Claire. He wiped his eyes from forming tears and stood up from his bed.
"Anyway," Derrick said, anxious to change the subject, "Let's go; the boys are all outside!"
Cam pushed his thick black hair from his face and sighed. "You can go on, dude, I'll stay here and hit the sack." He motioned towards the bed. Derrick stared wide-eyed at him for a moment, awestruck that Cam finally refused to hang out with their gang of friends.
"Don't let Claire get to you, Cam!" Derrick slapped Cam as hard as he could on the arm. Cam flinched and backed away from Derrick, not in the mood to play fight. Not after the horrible Valentine's day night he had.
"Alright, alright; I have a plan." Derrick sat back down onto Cam's duvet, ruining the bed spread, but obviously not caring one bit. "We can knock the PC from their throne for payback, dude! It's easy to get a girl's nerves rattled."
"I don't want to do anything to ruin Claire." Cam shook his head furiously, and then wiped tears from his eyes again. "It's her decision all in all."
"But you want payback to Massie for taking her away, right?" Derrick smirked deviously, his light brown eyes twinkling with excitement. Cam looked at Derrick, noticing for the first time in his life that Derrick actually looked... Good. He means, good as in any girl would want him. For some reason that made him feel farther from his best friend, like he was something so beautiful he couldn't touch. That feeling punched him in the stomach and made him want to cry again. The bottom fact was that Claire was gone... And it was Massie Block's fault. He knew it had to be her.
"What are we going to do?" Cam sighed, giving in to Derrick's smooth negotiating. He couldn't believe he was doing this.
"First of all, you know back when the girl's were expelled?" Derrick asked, falling backwards onto Cam's bed and smiling brightly.
"Yeaaaah?" Cam rushed him on, his bedtime nearing.
"Well, Da Crew wanted to take them over, which is what I heard." Derrick rolled onto his side and gazed at Cam, his brown-gold hair cascading over his face and over his eyes, hints of light brown poking through the cracks. Cam couldn't help but stare... again. Was Claire leaving him making him crazy? Cam decided on that assumption and tore the thought of Derrick's face out of his mind. He never felt so girly in his life.
"Well, we can start hanging out with Strawberry, Kori, and Olivia and re-name them the new Da Crew." Derrick pushed his overgrown shaggy bangs from his face and fluttered his long golden brown eyelashes with anticipation. "The girls at BO will think they're the new big girly group and the PC will be over, fool!" He shot up in bed and grinned. "And we all know how much Massie's spot on top is important to her."
Cam stared at Derrick for a while, thinking through the whole plan for a moment, and then his blue and green eyes softened, a small smile forming on his pink lips. "I like it."
"Good." Derrick smiled. "Then on Monday we'll begin our plan." He sat up and smirked happily at Cam. Cam couldn't help but smile back. Derrick seemed so... different today. He didn't wish to admit how he looked different with examples. Instead, he settled on that and ran with it.
"Thanks, man." Cam sat down beside Derrick and hugged him tightly, not caring how queer he looked at the moment. He knew Derrick would make fun of him about it in private only. And that's why he was his best friend.
"You're welcome, Cam." Derrick did the unthinkable and pulled Cam into a hug back, knocking Cam on top of him onto the bed. Derrick began to tickle at Cam's ribcage, knowing well that that was Cam's most ticklish spot on his body.
"D-Derrick!" Cam laughed, pulling at Derrick's hair to get away from him, even though he secretly wanted to know what it felt like. "Stop! Ahaha! DERRICK!"
"Never!" Derrick laughed, beginning to travel up Cam's ribcage to his armpits. After he decided Cam had completely lost his breath, he stopped, allowing Cam to gasp for air.
Cam dropped into a pathetic heap on Derrick's chest, his chest moving quickly. He slowly opened his eyes and discovered that his nose was right on Derrick's....neck. He peeked up at Derrick, who didn't seem to mind at all. He was just staring at the roof, concentrating on the baby blue paint.
Derrick finally set his now piercing eyes on Cam, who was looking back at him. They held the stare for 4 minutes, until Derrick slowly moved down the bed so that their heads were right in front of each other. Cam could feel Derrick's hot breath on his cheek and could feel the body heat of his face. Except when he looked into Derrick's eyes, mesmerized, he didn't see Claire. He saw Derrick. Derrick Harrington. The star goalie and the best friend he could ever had. The guy who went through a bunch of heartbreaks, but is still holding on. The guy he respected. And because he was so lost into thought, he never felt Derrick's lips crush onto his until his daze finally stopped. Cam excepted himself to push away, fight it, and/or beat Derrick up. But, he didn't. Instead he stayed there and allowed Derrick to completely take control, taking his tongue for advantage. At that moment he felt closer to the other boy than ever before. He felt sparks connect their bodies together as Derrick tangled his long, pale fingers with Cam's dark hair. He felt sparks connect their bodies as Derrick entwined his other fingers with Cam's pale ones. He felt sparks connect their bodies as Derrick practically drank from his lips, teasing them with his teeth. And when the heated kiss released itself, they were back to themselves. They were back as friends who went through everything together. And that feeling made Cam sob right there in front of Derrick. That feeling made Derrick get up and leave Cam there, alone to wallow in his own self pity.
