And now for another fluffy piece of this story! Finally getting to the Dameron now! And Hannah biting the bullet!
*Damian*
"Stay," Hannah said, leading me to the end of the hall. She pushed me against the wall and waited for a response.
"Okay…" I said, not really sure of what to do.
She slowly backed up, pointing at my chest and mock-squinting, turned and ran.
I watched her until she turned the corner in the direction of the dorms, then gulped, tapping my fingers on the wall and wondering what on Earth she had planned.
A couple of minutes later, she came back around the corner with Cameron in tow. She was dragging him by his wrist, just like me. She stomped in my direction, obviously trying to look intimidating and failing pretty miserably.
"Hannah, where are you taking me?" he asked, trying to dig his heels into the ground.
She ignored him and kept stomping until she was right next to me. She opened a door I hadn't noticed, kicked him in, and shoved me in with him.
"Uh, Hannah, what are you–" I managed to get out before she slammed the door in my face.
There was a click.
"You two are not coming out until you work this out, Damian!" she yelled through the door.
My eyes widened. "You're kidding, right?"
"Do I ever kid?" She sounded serious.
"Of course you do!" I yelled back. "You nominated yourself class clown!"
She was silent for a moment. "Well, I'm not kidding now! You have to do this before the shoot or you won't be able to concentrate!"
I groaned. "Fine!"
"Good!" She sounded happier. "Don't worry, I won't be eavesdropping! I'll be down the hall and check on you in a bit!" I heard her run off.
"Alright," I heard from behind me. I stiffened. "What just happened and why are we locked in a supply closet?"
I gulped and turned toward him. He was looking around, a bit confused, the dim lighting glinting off of his glasses.
I lightly cleared my throat. "Well, um, you like her, right?"
He blinked, surprised. "Um…" he started, looking away, "yeah." He looked back at me, too quickly. "But, I mean, she likes you." A look of realization came over his face. "Wait, you don't–"
"No!" I said immediately. It came out harsher than I'd meant for it to and I was happy she wasn't listening.
Again he looked surprised. "Oh. Okay. So why…?"
"Well…" I tried starting again. "It's a love triangle, right?"
He nodded. "Yeah, kinda. Two-sided, but pretty much."
"Heh heh," I muttered, straining a bit. "No, it's not."
He looked at me like I was crazy. "What?"
"There are three sides…" I said quietly, digging my heel into the ground.
He looked confused. Very confused. And… cue the realization. His eyes widened. "Wait a second, wouldn't that mean–"
"Yes," I interrupted him. "Yes, it would."
He just stared.
I gulped. "Uh, Cameron?" No response. "Cam?" I walked the few feet between us and hesitantly poked his shoulder. "Cameron?" Still nothing. I grabbed his shoulders, desperation making its way into my voice. "C'mon, Cameron! Say something!"
He blinked twice, surprised, before his eyes focused on me. "I, um…" he started, still looking shocked.
Oh, forget it, I thought, bracing myself. I reached up, grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him.
And he kissed back.
"Hey, guys, how's–"
I quickly pulled away and whipped around. Hannah was standing in the doorway, mouth agape.
"Oh," she said, her eyes wide. A smile slowly spread over her quickly reddening face. "No no, you two go back to… whatever it is you were doing. I'm just gonna, um… yeah." She eased herself back into the hall, quietly clicking the door shut behind her. Her footsteps pounded down the hall as she ran off. "Ellis! Ellis! I need to tell you something!"
I stared at the door for a second before turning back to Cameron. "Um, what just happened?"
"You kissed me," he said, still looking shocked.
"W-well, you kissed back!" I managed, just as surprised as he was, if not more so.
He didn't say anything, just stared over my shoulder.
"Why did you kiss back?" I exclaimed, desperation coming back into my words.
"I-I don't know…" he started, sounding confused, his gaze sliding to the ground.
Well, what was I supposed to say the that? As unsure as I was about this, I'd never cared about religion or sexuality. He'd been raised Christian – cross around his neck, songs about it, everything. Maybe not Bible tattoos, but still.
"I, um…" I started. "I won't tell anyone. I mean, if you don't want me to."
He slowly shook his head. "I just… need to figure something out."
"O-oh," I said quietly, my eyes drifting down along the wall. "Well then, I'm just going to…" I started to turn to the door.
Before I could even turn all the way around he grabbed my shoulders, leaned down, and kissed me.
And I obviously, even with how shocked and confused I was, kissed back.
"Yep," he said when we separated a moment later, both breathing just a bit harder than we had been. "I definitely like you."
So I hadn't been the only one who'd seen fireworks. This was far too good to be true.
My eyes widened. "But I-I mean…" I started, stumbling over my own tongue. "You're straight! A-and you have a girlfriend!"
He shrugged, toeing the ground. "Yeah, Macy and I haven't been going all that strong lately. And I…" he sighed, "I don't even know what I am anymore."
I felt for him, I really did. I hesitantly reached out for his hand, taking it when he didn't pull away.
"I'll help you through it," I offered. "Whether as a friend or… something else, I'll be there for you."
He smiled a little. "Okay, you know what? This is the only place in the building without cameras. So just shut it with the motivational speaking and kiss me again."
I fought the urge to beam and happily complied.
Yep, it was official. No matter who won, this week was gonna be a good one.
Fluffy fluffy fluff. 3 Now don't forget this is a five-shot! We still haven't seen them confess to the rest of the cast!
R&R
