AN: so littlelostprophet and probably someone else that I'm forgetting asked for jealous cam and maya! so here's cam.
"Whisperhug, this is chaos." Mo stated, rubbing his head. Zig and Adam were deciding who's bass or guitar could play the loudest. It was getting kind of annoying but it was kind of awesome because Adam played this one sequence and Zig followed it and then the music was flowing. Mo rolled his eyes at them, but continued letting them work or play or whatever was happening over there.
"I am the lead stylist of this band, you have to let me lead your style!" Imogen was lecturing Maya. Maya's eyes widened as Imogen emptied her entire purse. It was like a beauty shop in here. "As the only girl, you get to be my test dummy. Now hold this jar..." Maya looked really annoyed. She hated when Imogen remembered that she was lead stylist. Mo was now beginning to see why that choice was one to regret.
"Mo Mashkour, you have got to hear this!" Adam said, dragging him over. "Maya, when Imogen is done painting you, you have to hear this too!"
"Imogen, could you please release my face?" Maya complained as Zig and Adam took Mo through the melody they just created. Imogen pinched her cheeks as an answer, giving no response.
"Oh my god and we could add a little bit of Maya's cello to that!" Zig stated and Maya sighed from her position.
Mo nodded feverishly, already taking down notes. Adam and Zig were taking down copies, Maya guesses it was for in case Mo lost his. Imogen wiped about half the work she did on Maya's face.
"Why did you put it there if you were just going to wipe it off?" Maya asked and Imogen shushed her.
"Momma knows best."
"Mo, Marisol's standing outside the door." Adam said, not looking up. He didn't need to look. No one did, they could all practically feel Marisol's eyes staring into the room. She always did at this time, she was always the first to come collect them all. Mo nodded, as he was already packing up his stuff and out of the door.
A few seconds later, Imogen's phone went off. She squealed, leaving the room, with no explanation. The rest of Whisperhug didn't expect one, they had heard enough about the amazing Fiona Coyne to last them a lifetime.
Adam groaned. "I have to make sure Drew rests. That is going to be so boring. Last night, Mom caught him playing Sims- that means he's desperate- and she confiscated all of our video games. All of them!" He sighed, calling out a goodbye as he checked if Eli was still here working on the musical.
"And then there were two." Zig said and Maya rolled her eyes. He was such a loser. But she had to admit, it felt good to have someone her age with her that she was friends with. It felt good.
In the ensuing comfortable silence in which both musicians were cleaning their instruments, a sudden bing came from the chair besides Maya. Tori's name (with a heart next to it) was blinking on the screen. Rolling her eyes and chuckling, Maya contemplating checking it for him. Zig looked up quickly as Maya picked up the phone.
"Maya, give me my phone!"
Cam departed from his group of friends quickly. Maya was going to be very upset that practice ran late and that she was stuck in her practice room for so long, even if she was practicing. He'd get it, he'd be upset too.
Turning the corner, he heard a familiar laugh.
"Get off of me!" Maya shrieked as Zig pulled at her leg. The boy was tugging Maya off a chair, as she held a phone over her head. Maya's laughter immediately made him want to smile, but as the boy succeeded in having her topple over, legs on his torso, he felt the tiniest trace of an inkling of a horrible new feeling in his heart. He knocked on the door and Maya looked up.
Her smile faltered and it waved at him. "Are we still going to study at your house?" Maya asked, untangling herself from Zig. She stood up, and brushed her shirt off, dropping the phone on Zig's chest.
"Why wouldn't we?" Cam asked in answer. Maya gave him a look, the look she uses specifically for the moments he sees her and he messes up and she's not really mad, just disappointed. It was the worst.
"Because you're late." she answered, leaving the room. "Bye Zig!"
Walking ahead of him, Maya didn't turn back. He sighed. Tori in her Power Squad costume suddenly came from around the corner, breathing heavily.
"You're late too?" she breathed, passing him. "Are they mad?"
Cam shrugged and that was the extent of his conversation with Tori, who barged into the room with a flurry of apologies while Cam raced to catch up with Maya.
"You have been quiet all afternoon. I'm not mad, I swear. Now please, tell me what's making you all unhappy." Maya said, from her place on his floor. Cam had plopped on his bed the moment they walked in and took no interest in studying. He wasn't in the mood.
Cam sat up and looked at her. Maya sighed. "I'm not unhappy or mad, Maya."
"You are, you're mad! Tell me why!" Maya complained, sitting up. "I want you to tell me, I want to know."
"No you don't." Cam complained back.
"Why are you mad at me?"
"I'm not mad at you. I swear, I'd tell you."
"You're a liar." Maya grumbled, giving up on him and taking her phone. Cam looked down at her.
"Who are you texting?"
"No one. Just WhisperHug."
"You're texting the whole band at once?"
"No, I'm texting one of the band members."
"Who?"
"Zig."
"Oh."
Maya looked up at him and tossed her phone at him. It hit his leg, and he groaned.
"Ow!"
"You're jealous of Zig Novak? That's why you're so quiet and sad?"
"...No."
"You're lying to me, Cam. When did you become such a liar?"
"I don't need to be jealous of Zig Novak."
"So you're not jealous. Is that why you're clenching your fists like that? Is that why you're so mad? Look at you, you're basically fuming, and I was just texting him."
"Whatever Maya."
Maya stood up, brushed herself off, and sat next to him on his bed. Cam looked up at her quietly, wondering the kind of thoughts that were going on through her head. Finally she turned to him, and promptly slapped his shoulder repeatedly. He quickly grabbed Maya's hands and wrists and stopped her attack, pinning her down. Breathing heavily, she stopped fighting and glared at him.
"What was that for?" he whispered.
"Being an idiot! I don't even like him anymore and he's dating my best friend, you know that! And don't even whatever me!" she hissed at him.
"Sorry, it's just that..." Cam lost himself in her eyes, and swallowed. Maya stared at him, impatient.
"It's just what?" she asked.
"I can't stand that someone else would like you like I do. Because I like you a lot." Having her this close to him had made him realize how bad he didn't want Maya to leave him for the next pretty-faced skateboarder in her band. "And I really don't want to lose you. Seeing you and him together like that made me so mad... I just... I wanted to punch something."
"Hopefully not anyone we know." Maya whispered. "It's okay. Just... I hope you know how serious I am about you... you're my boyfriend and I don't plan on throwing that away for Zig Novak or anyone, you idiot."
"I'm sorry." he said in the most pitiful voice she's ever heard. Maya rolled her eyes, but smiled all the same. Cam kissed her down her face, mumbling an apology each time. Maya smiled and stopped him, planting one straight on his lips. She felt him smile mid-kiss and that made her smile.
Her phone vibrated somewhere on his bed and Maya looked up at him. He narrowed his eyes at Maya. "Don't even think about it." he said, a slight growl to his voice as he bent forward to kiss her again.
AN: ...
"We will never be friends."
Okay Cam... whatever you say...
