A/N: Okay the last chapter ended pretty angsty and the start of this one is as well but I hope the ending makes up for it, thank you all so much for the reviews; I love you guys! Enjoy :)
Cameron hated him, he hated him. He buried his face in his pillow angrily—how could Damian say that to him, in front of all those people? Cameron sat up abruptly, his pillow falling from his face back onto the bed. He knew that he didn't really hate Damian. How could he hate him—Damian was his best friend, it was impossible to hate him.
"Damian you're so stupid" Cameron muttered furiously into his hands. He heard his mobile vibrate on his bedside table—he knew automatically who the message would be from. As he grabbed his phone and opened it to reveal the message his face fell.
Cam, are you okay? You never got back to me – H oxoxo
That bastard didn't even text him to see if he were okay. Cameron threw his phone on the ground in a small burst of anger. As he looked dejectedly at the phone laying currently on the floor he let out a broken sob.
"Damian, you fucking idiot" Cameron hissed, he wrapped his arms tightly around himself in search for comfort. And just like that, without moving, he cried himself to sleep.
The next day, if possible, was worse than the previous one. Cameron felt more alone than he had ever felt before. After his and Damian's fight it was as if Damian's harsh words struck a sudden realisation within Cameron that Cameron hadn't really thought about before.
Damian was his only good friend. Sure enough he had Hannah but how much did she really know about him? She certainly didn't know any of his insecurities—his fear of being alone, of having no-one there beside him, she knew nothing about his interests—heck Cameron didn't even think the girl knew that he could sing.
He was just a very closed off person the thought of socialisation made him nervous—nobody just seemed to get him.
So why Damian? Why when Damian tapped him on the shoulder did Cameron feel nothing but ease? Why did he feel like he could talk to Damian about anything and everything? Why was it whenever Damian smiled Cameron just had to smile along—why?
As Cameron started to realise that Damian had been the only real friend he's ever had he had also realised that he was utterly on his own without Damian—he had no-one to talk to late at night, no-one to sing to, without Damian it was as if a part of him was missing—like together they made a great team.
Cameron started to feel ten times more self-conscious as he walked down the halls alone. It was as if everyone knew he was alone and they were judging him for it. All eyes seemed to dart to him then look back at their group in excited whispers. He was fucking sick of it. He slammed his locker shut and turned around to lock eyes with bright blue ones. Cameron narrowed his eyes at the boy.
Damian said nothing he simply pushed past Cameron to get to his locker and take some books out. Both boy's stood at their lockers in silence, Cameron glanced to the side at Damian, he bit his lip. He desperately wanted to just grab his friend and hug him and apologise over and over again. But he didn't—because he was a coward, a coward who had way too much pride.
He heard Damian sigh next to him and before he knew it the boy was gone. Cameron let his head fall abruptly against his locker as anger filled him once more—why was Damian being so stubborn, sure Cameron shouldn't have gotten so angry at the boy for liking Quinn, and maybe he shouldn't have said what he had about Quinn. But that was no reason for Damian to tell his one greatest insecurity to the whole of the cafeteria.
His hand curled into a tight fist as he bit his lip angrily, recalling the memory of what had happened. Screw Damian. He was not going to apologise for what had happened.
And just like that the two boy's avoided each other, the days went by and Cameron hadn't spoken to Damian in about a week. They obviously saw each other often; their lockers were right next to each other's. However whenever they bumped into each other Cameron would narrow his eyes at Damian and Damian would leave without saying another word.
They were both being ridiculous—Cameron knew this but he just couldn't find it in himself to talk to the boy. He wondered how Damian was doing in Glee Club—Cameron suddenly remembered that Glee Club let anyone in to view their activities. He spent the whole day mustering up the courage to just go and watch Damian perform—maybe hearing the boy's voice would allow him to finally forgive Damian for what he had said.
Eventually Cameron gave in and found himself standing in front of the door, instead of going inside he edged the door open slightly and looked in—he wasn't brave enough to fully go inside the room as of yet.
"Damian? You said you wanted to sing something today?" Cameron heard Mr Schue's voice call out from inside the room; he opened the door more slightly so that he was able to see Damian. Damian looked nervous, he was sat next to Quinn—obviously, she gave him a reassuring look and he smiled at her before standing up.
"I've recently had a fight with the best friend I've ever had—I just wanted to sing what I'm feeling right now if that's okay?" Damian asked, Mr Schue nodded at him and Damian took in a deep breath to start singing.
Oh I had a lot to say was thinking on my time away
I missed you and things weren't the same
Damian's voice choked slightly as he moved on to the pre-chorus.
Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me want to die
I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue, I'm sorry about all things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back
Suddenly Damian's eye caught Cameron's at the door, his eyes looked shocked but he carried on singing despite that.
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds, and baby the way you make my world go round
And I just wanted to say I'm sorry:
This time I think I'm to blame it's harder to get through the days
You get older and blame turns to shame
Every single day I think about how we came all this way
The sleepless nights and the tears you cried it's never too late to make it right
Oh yeah sorry!
His eyes never left Cameron's as he sang the song with so much feeling—so much unspoken words that Cameron couldn't feel anything around him anymore, the music soared through his body with so much energy—and the way Damian was looking at him, his eyes were so intense. Cameron honestly felt like crying. Damian suddenly smiled at Cameron, a bright smile filled with so much emotion; Cameron couldn't help but smile back.
And with that smile they both just knew that things would be okay, that they had to be okay.
