Authors Note: As I had computer problems over the past month, this entire chapter was written entirely on a smart phone. That will hopefully excuse all the mistakes and the length in which I completed it...almost...maybe?
No, not really :V
Enjoy a little belated!
Immediately after their little rendez-vous in the prop storage place, Cam and Ron got into Cam's car and headed to Fiona's loft to shower off the smell that resulted from it; Cam was severely surprised that they didn't do anything of that sort when they got into the shower ("I think we found our limit!" laughed Ron when Cam pointed this fact out to him). After waving to a laughing Drew after he came into the bathroom just as they got of the shower, they went out to Cam's car again and started to Maya's house, Cam snickering a little as Ron "sang" along to the Weird Sister's CD that seemed to have its permanent place in Cam's car. After about half an hour of dealing with traffic that he wouldn't have wanted to deal with ever, Cam finally pulled into Maya's driveway for the first time in a month; that fact may have surprised anybody that knew that Maya and Cam were just friends, but Cam hadn't been to Maya's house since he ended their relationship.
It was about 6 months ago that this happened. Cam and Maya were watching some movie on Disney channel that Maya admitted that she didn't know reason why they even bothered with the film ("Teen Beach Movie my ass!" Maya classily said regarding it, "But I'm still gonna be watching it.") As they sat and watched the movie, Cam was as nervous as it was mentally and physically possible to be. That was the week after he had slept with Tori behind Maya's back in order to see if he was truly heterosexual in any small amount. Needless to say, Tori didn't do anything for him; any thoughts of him possibly not be attracted to guys were washed away as shirtless guys on the screen of Maya's TV flashed before his eyes, and Cam couldn't keep his gaze away.
After the movie was half over and had gone to a commercial break, Cam looked over at Maya, and said they needed to talk. Cam now could laugh at the look in Maya's eyes like she was a moose in headlights, but then it had been some of the most nerve-wracking moments of his life. Cam managed to take a deep breath and squeak/mutter something about liking guys. Before Maya could even react to this, Maya's parents had called from the dining room that their dinner was finished. The meal was silent as Maya and Cam constantly avoided looking at one another; Katie, Mayo's older sister that had just been home visiting from college, seemed to be only one that noticed the awkwardness besides them, but didn't seem like she wanted to bring it Maya's parents' attention. Worse still, Cam's parents had called him home to babysit his little siblings, so Cam wasn't able to talk to Maya until the next day had come at school. That conversation that they had actually went a lot smoother than he thought; Maya had the entire night to calm down and logically think about what Cam had said.
"At least you told me," Maya said to Cam in the abandoned classroom where they often met, "I'm glad we didn't sleep with each other; that would have been awkward." Cam then grimaced and sheepishly told the blonde that he actually had slept with a girl when they were in their relationship. Cam waited for a second for this new information to wash over Maya.
The entire school and the surrounding block around it probably heard Cam swear when Maya kicked the first part of Cam that she could reach as hard as she could. Cam's hand went absentmindedly to the scar on his shin that had resulted from that foot contact. Ron, who had been humming along to the last song on the CD, Our Breakup's My Boggart, turned off the CD player that had been eating so much of Cam's car's battery and looked at Cam with a grin, knowing what Cam was thinking about.
"At least you don't have to breakup with her again," stated Ron with a mischievous grin. Cam rolled his eyes, though thoroughly amused, and gave Ron a peck on the cheek. The two males got out of the car and walked past the other vehicles that they assumed belonged to Tori, Zig, Tristan, Maya, and Devin. All the windows in the house had their blinds down, although streaks of light would occasionally dim as something, presumably people, walked past the windows. Soft rock music that was more than likely ear-shattering loud inside could be heard, and Cam couldn't help but think that there was a lot less French studying than Maya had intended on. Ron and Cam reached the door, Ron reached to the door and knocking softly. There was the sound of movement from the inside, then Maya in a ragged t-shirt and pajama pants greeted them at the door. Cam noticed that one of her eyebrows was missing, and it was not of her own accord by the sounding of cackling teenagers from inside.
"Ron, Cam, Vous allons arrivé!" Maya greeted them. Cam smiled and put a hand on Maya's shoulder.
"You know that vous has avez for avoir, right?" Cam questioned the blonde, "Besides, arriver uses être in the passé composé?" Maya looked at Cam like he had just killed her children.
"There are verbs that use être?" Maya groaned in disbelief, gesturing for them to enter the living room. Inside was just as Cam remembered, with a chair and couch that faced a TV on the opposite wall. On the chair sat Zig, with Tori in his lap, although Tori was ignoring him, and was snapping photos of a strip of hair that Cam assumed to be Maya's missing eyebrow on a wax strip next to a French textbook that hadn't bothered to be opened. On the couch, Devin and Tristan were still getting a major kick out of the sight of the wax strip, with a spot in the middle of them where Maya had been sitting before she answered the door. Cam was surprised he could hear them laughing over the music that was coming from Maya's phone hooked up the cheap entertainment center.
"Cam and Ron are here!" Maya shouted, going over to her phone and diminishing the volume on it. Cam instantly felt ever eye in the room focus on him and Ron, who was casually holding his hand. Zig looked like Christmas had come a day early (he was still glad that Cam wouldn't steal Tori), Tori looked the same way, but it was slightly creepier, Tristan looked jealous (being a fellow gay male), and Devin looked at the couple with an air of somebody who had just had something someone told them a long time ago had just fallen into place. Before Cam could decided whether Devin was homophobic or not, Tori jumped off of Zig's lap. Cam was then briefly blinded by the flash of Tori's phone's camera as the brunette female cut between Ron and him and snapped a picturel; Cam was thankful as Zig took the phone away from his girlfriend, but Tori acted like she didn't even notice the Russian male.
"O..M... motherfucking G!" Tori squealed at a pitch that matched Crookshank's begging cries for food, "He's so fucking sexy! Please tell me that you're at the very least bisexual!"
"Sorry, I'm gay," affirmed Ron in a Canadian accent (probably because he thought about Tori's reaction if she found out he was British Cam's mind supplied), "And I'm quite happy with Cam, thank you."
"You hear that, Tor?" Zig questioned his girlfriend with almost a desperate tone, "Ron and Cam like penis, and you are not capable of providing that to them. Don't try to break them up. Tori flipped him the bird and bounced on the spot like a mad-women and squealed some more, Cam chuckling a little as Ron's hand dug in his pocket like he was going to take out his wand and jinx her mouth closed. Before Tori could do anything more annoying, Tristan got up and grabbed Tori's hand like she was a toddler and shot Ron and Cam an apologetic grin.
"Tori and I'll get some drinks from the basement," Tristan volunteered, pulling the brunette along, "Maybe there there'll be less colatoral there." As soon as the basement door closed behind them, Maya started to laugh and lounge back in her spot on the couch with her feet on the coffee table.
"Oh, Tori," remarked Maya with a shake of her head like she was talking about a misbehaving child, "She really needs to get her priorities straight, unlike the guys that she gets off from. I swear I was never like this when I found out that you had a boyfriend, Cam." Cam and Ron couldn't help but look at each other and give a laugh as they thought about the day that Ron and her had met, the blonde being on a wavelength of complete insanity close to Tori's.
"Speaking of things that are total lies," said Ron, "I thought we were coming here. I don't speak a lick of French, but even I know not even the music you're playing is using that language." Maya, Zig, and Devin grinned sheepishly under the ginger's glare.
"We were waiting for you," explained Zig while casually scrolling through his girlfriend's phone (probably seeing what Tori was doing behind his back), "You're better at French than we are, so we waited for any major studying for when you arrived."
"Yep," snickered Devin, "We just did a light studying involving the removal of Maya's eyebrows." After Maya punched him playfully in the arm, Cam shook his head with a wide grin on his face.
"I'm just as bad as any of you when it comes to French; I'm still in French I," Cam said, "And besides, I still don't understand everything that Madame Aux says. All my good grades in French come from studying enough so I can have a guess."
"A guess is a better chance than Mrs. Maitlin has," called Tristan as Tori and him walked up from the basement with arms full of drinks, "I hope you like pop; Maya's Mom has a bit of an addiction with diet Sprite."
"Very funny, Tris," Maya said snarkily while rolling her eyes, "But he does have a bit of a point. If I can bullshit an A out of this test, then I'm in the clear for getting just B's for the rest of the year. And believe me, my parents have been not-so-subtly hinting that I really should."
"You are a smart girl, Maya," Tori said, setting the soda on the table and sitting next to the blonde, (Tristan was looking forlornly at the spot that the black haired female had taken) "I mean, the rest of us are completely helpless, but you've got a good head on your shoulders. You can do laps around us academics-wise." Maya rolled her eyes and grabbed the French book she had been using as a foot rest.
"Don't even get started with that; you sound just like my parents," Maya groaned, " 'Maya, you are smart like your sister, so your grades should reflect that'. 'Maya, colleges are hunting RIGHT NOW for people to give scholarships to; get your ass in gear', and my favorite: 'Maya, thinking that relying on your cello skills is like hoping your relationship with Cam would last."
"Your parents said something about me?" asked Cam in a little bit of surprise. Maya nodded, grabbed a diet Sprite, drained half the can, and set it down on tho table.
"They won't stop reminding me that we dated," Maya agreed, "It's a little weird, and about two months past fucking annoying. Like, it seems sometimes they blame me solely for our breakup. Sometimes I just want to tell them that you never have wanted a vagina in your life so that I can get them to tho whole deal."
"Go ahead," Cam shrugged, sipping from his own can that Ron had gotten from the coffee table, "I'm out to my parents, so it really wouldn't be that big of a deal." Maya didn't respond to Cam's comment, intead burying her head in the French book. For a moment, there was absolute silence in the room whilst Maya poured over the book, her face scrunched up in concentration that one usually didn't see from her unless one happened upon her playing the cello; however, it seemed like that all the concentration in the could not save Maya at that moment because her book fell to the floor and Maya threw her head back in a very frusterated sigh.
"Yeah, I give up," a very dejected Maya groaned, "Not in a million years will I ever be able to remember that without cheating my obvious lack of ass off."
"Try rubber bands," suggested Tori offhandedly as she scrolled through Tristan's phone, "That's what I do. If I can't remember something, I put rubber bands that are different colors on my arm. Each three colors represent a different letter: blue-blue-green is A, yellow-red-yellow is B, et cetera. Madame Aub will just think that you are stating at your arm to think" Everyone in that room looked at Tori in a bit of disbelief. The brunette wasn't famous for her amazing thoughts, and she had basically admitted that the source of her surprisingly good grades were a result of cheating, but they were impressed that Tori had such a thought-out way of doing so.
"Can't I just do that?" Maya whined at Cam like he decided what she could and couldn't do, "Tori's dumb as a bag of bricks, and if this can get her to get good grades, I'll never get anything lower than an A ever again."
"I don't know," Cam hesitantly said, his mind a battle between the morality of what Maya wanted to do and how much he didn't want to coach Maya through the French for 3 hours like the last time that Maya wanted help. Ron laughed, putting his hand on Cam's shoulder.
"Cam, you have such work ethic," laughed Ron, giving his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek that made Cam blush while Tori was held down by Maya (Tori attempted to get her phone from Zig), "Maybe Maya should do her own work, but then again I have no room to talk about that, considering the only reason that I got through the school than I did is thanks to similar things." Maya, obviously finding the little gesture that Ron had made adorable, sighed with a little grin on her face.
"I guess that Cam does have a point," said Maya dramatically with an equal face to match while she slipped the French across the coffee table, "We better start now if we're going to do this the old-fashioned way. But just in case, Tori, you should start getting those rubber bands ready; this might be a big waste of everyone's time."
For about an hour and a half, a lot of studying was actually done. Maya, when she managed not to complain how English should be only language that she would mess up ona daily basis, was doing fairly well on the conjugations of every verb that Cam would give her (and to Cam's absolute surprise, she would occasionally remember what the weird was in English). As Cam read off the book seated in an old beanbag chair with Ron's head lounging in his lap, Tristan sat next to Maya, pouring over the paper with the rubber band code that Tori had devised, attaching the proper amount of rubber bands for any word or phrase that the blonde was having trouble remembering. Occasionally Ron would call/horribly pronounce a word out to Tristan when he didn't hear a word, and this interaction was a bit unexpected from Cam. Ron had told him from the brief time that he had seen Tristan at the Dot, he didn't exactly have high opinions of Tristan. "He acts kind enough," explained Ron when Can didn't understand the reasoning that the ginger had given him, "But he reminds me too much of the girls in my year back at Hogwarts; nice exterior, but they will shit-talk you behind your back and ruin your life when you can't live up to their expectations.". If Tristan planned to destroy Ron and all that he held dear, that day didn't seem to be nigh. Maya and even her friends were exhausted as the last few rubber bands were placed on Maya's arms and Maya felt like she could remember no more. Cam, though a now tired promoter of doing things without cheating, at the moment grudgingly admitted that he would be shocked if Maya got less than perfect. Maya wiped some imaginary sweat off her brow and glanced at the clock.
"7 o'clock," remarked Maya with a grin, "And all my studying is done!"
"Speak for yourself," moaned Tori, "I still have to finish putting bands on for French, Biology, and History." Maya leaned back on the couch and sighed.
"I forgot those existed," Maya huffed, "Tori, when you're done, just send me a picture of your arm. I am not gonna stay up all night for tests that I can just do perfect on anyway." She smiled whilst she saw a very disapproving Cam glancing at her from across the room and shrugged.
"May not be sound," Maya stated, "But don't hate the player; hate the game. Ron, you are really lucky that you have Cam to rein you in; being of a like mind, I feel like you know that without Cam, we'd be rotting in some prison cell fire thirty to forty years."
"Or crushed by some vehicle is something," agreed the ginger, looking up to give Cam a knowing look. Zig, who had mostly glared at his unresponsive girlfriend all the while that Maya had studied, gave a little chuckle.
"If you listened to more people than Cam, your moral compass would be so much more useful," Zig joked, "Your north is a little questionable."
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Maya in a feigned haughty manner,"Besides, Cam gives the best advice, anf I never hear you guys giving any sage words when I'm about to do something of questionable maturity."
"Do you remember Miles' party like two months ago, and I kept telling you not to get drunk?" Zig reminded the blonde, "7 jello shots later, you were juggling Miles' mom's sex toys because you were dared to? And then you tried having sex with Eli Goldsworthy? And finished the night out with driving a limo into the pool?" Maya held her head as if she was remembering the hangover that resulted from Thai night.
"Don't forget to mention I showed the security that showed up my boobs," an embarrassed Maya laughed, "I'm still technically grounded, but it was kinda worth it. Truth or dare will never stop being fun, if I'm being honest."
"Even after a couple of hours of studying a language that none of us will ever how to understand?" asked Tori, her attention that had been given to her Twitter feed now apparently piqued, "I think that we could use a little fun; the end of school isn't exactly the most fun time in the world, and we should try to enjoy ourselves whenever possible."
"Two intelligent things in a row, Tor," came the voice of a very impressed Tristan, "Color me impressed. And I'm definitely in the mood." Everybody else shared an agreeing nod, knowing full well that the studying and everything that had been occurring near that time had taken its little toles; even Ron, who was usually a guy with a decently happy disposition, had his share of bad days every now and again due to the fire. Maya clapped her hands and got up from the position she had been lounging in. There was a unmistakeable rustle of glasses in the kitchen for a moment. Then a sight that Can would occasionally see when Maya got a little too adventurous: a wild blonde-haired girl with a wild look in her eyes that held shot glasses in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.
"Oh fuck me," muttered Cam under his breath.
Maya wasted no time, taking the soda that littered the table and placing it aside, placing the shot glasses on it along with the bottle of vodka, whose labelling really suggested that all people under 18 should really not be driving alcohol... and Maya intended on pretending that little regulation did not exist. Maya filled a couple of the glasses with the clear liquid, pushing them towards the respective ends of the table. Cam had no intention of drinking the liquid, as he knew from prior experience told him that it wasn't exactly a refreshing glass of water. Ron also had a slight aversion to alcoholic beverages as well, having seen a friend taking a tumble of the top of his school after consuming one. However, Tristan and Tori had no complaints about taking a
glass and emptying its contents in one gulp while Devin looked on with his face showing similar thoughts to Cam on the clear drink. It was not shocking to see that Maya was like Tori and Tristan in that matters, guzzling her drink in the same fashion and her eyes watering as s result.
"Damn!" Maya was able to breathe after a moment, waving her hands near her face as if she were hot and fanning herself, "My parents bought the strong stuff, and I don't know why they do it; my mom can't hold her alcohol to save her life." Shrugging that off, she looked to Tori, who had managed to get back on her phone and instructed her to get a Truth or Dare app because she wasn't exactly innovative when it came to her truths/dares. Tori downloaded the first app that had decent reviews and opened it. She proceeded to type all the names of the people in the room and then looked up with almost eager look on her face.
"Are you gonna play, Ron?" questioned Tori with a little bit of a flirty tone that made Ron, Cam, and Zig uncomfortable. Ron, though he wished that Tori could take a hint, nodded.
"I'm kind of the king of Truth or Dare," Ron said with a bit of a cocky smile, "My mom said it best: I have no sense of shame, so I'll do almost anything if I'm given the right consolation." Tori grinned and typed Ron's into the app (Tristan glanced at the screen of the black haired girl next to him and looked over at Cam with a smirk alert his hands arranged in a familiar shape; Tori had put a heart emoji next to Ron's name).
"Looks like she's gotten over me," Cam laughed to Ron, who gave his own little noise or amusement.
"Can't blame her," Ron stated in a hypersexual voice, running his fingers through his hair; Cam rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, although he couldn't suppress a smile. Seeing that everyone was ready, Tori pressed the button on her phone that would randomly choose one darer and one dare-ee. The phone just sat there in Tori's hand for a moment before it made a noise that meant it had chosen. Tori's eyes glanced over the screen, and then she looked up.
"Maya, it's your turn to dare Cam," Tori stated. Cam felt his inside turn to ice while Maya rubbed her hands together in the stereotypical conniving way of a villain, looking at Cam like she wanted to have him on an operating table with his insides open for all the world to see. Maya, evil smile and all, looked at Cam with a piercing stare and asked him the words, "Truth or Dare". Knowing full well how his ex-girlfriend had a very devious mind, Cam decided there was one option that would probably be less personal and therefore less embarrassing.
"Dare ," the brunette male muttered. Maya, not expecting that option, pondered for a moment. Cam knew the moment that her eyes lit up like a firework's display, she had something that he could possibly regret. Maya gestured for Cam to come over to her so she could whisper the dare into his ear. Everybody looked at how Cam's face fell as Maya giggled something into his ear. Cam heaved a great sigh and followed the blonde out of the room. For a couple minutes, there was complete silence. Nobody moved as they heard no audio clues of what Maya was doing. Worse still, it seemed to be taking a little bit, and goodness knew what Maya had in mind.
"Maybe someone should call the proper authorities?" Tristan suggested worriedly after 15 minutes passed without a trace of what was happening. Zig, about to sigh and go to the other room, was stopped by Tori who made a sound like she was choking on laughter and pointed to the stairs.
"I don't think so," Tori cackled. Ron looked to the stairs, and couldn't contain his laughter. Cam was walking down the stairs with difficulty, and it was obvious from his appearance why.
Ron instantly felt his respect for Maya grow as he saw Cam, while Cam was making this bearable by muttering obscene words regarding Maya. Cam was in the tallest black high heel shoes that Ron had ever seen, struggling to go stair to stair. The only clothes he wore were his black boxers that he changed into after his shower. Going up Cam's chest, Cam wore a bright lime-green bra that from the size, Ron could tell it was probably not Maya's. The funniest thing about the whole ensemble, though, was the large pink feather boa that was around Cam's neck and the fact that Cam was wearing makeup, with bright red lips, and eye-shadow done to the point where it was almost clown-like. Maya was doubled over in laughter, carrying the clothes that Cam had been wearing before in her arms.
"...Fuck this," Cam muttered as he got the bottom of the stairs, looking out to the living room. Tristan and Devin, who had been mostly silent, were doubled over in laughter, holding onto each other for support. Ron was trying to suppress his laughter, though Cam knew from knowing him that it was probably almost cutting off his oxygen supply by doing so. Zig wolf-whistled in a joking manner, and Tori instantly went for her phone to document the moment, although for some strange reason the lens on her phones camera cracked the moment she tried to do so. Cam instantly saw Ron's hand go back into his pocket, and he figured that Ron had cracked the lens with a nonverbal spell.
"You can thank me later," Ron whispered to Cam as he sat next to him, a Maya who was cackling handing him his clothes and some makeup wipes. Cam felt eyes on him that weren't just there to look at his ridiculous experience; he was noticing that Tristan and Tori were looking at his stomach, toned from hours in hockey practice, and it was making him feel more than a little uncomfortable.
"It looks like they wanna try to scrub their clothes on you," Ron chuckled softly at Cam who had quickly put his shirt on, "Although they should know I'm the only person that can do that to you."
"Why would you wash your clothes on my stomach when you could just wave your wand and get them cleaned instantly?" Cam asked, throwing the feather boa off himself in disgust. Ron gave a little not-so-innocent grin and shrugged.
"Fiona might get the bills and see all of the water we've been using in our showers," whispered Ron into Cam's ear, "We might just have to..conserve water." Before an amused Cam could tell the ginger that he sounded almost as bad as Tristan and Tori, Tori hit the button on the app, and a few seconds later the deep resounded throughout the room.
"Ron, it's your turn to dare Tristan," , looking at the ginger with a look that Cam would have expected to have flirtatious hearts as the eyes if they were in a cartoon. Maya couldn't help but look as well, noticing how Ron was a trifle miffed by the way that the blonde boy had been regarding his boyfriend. Unfortunately for Tristan, Ron did have an idea for a little bit of revenge. Ron grabbed the bottle of vodka and held it in his hands, the gears turning in his mind more than a little apparent. The male didn't have to wait for Triton to say dare.
"Tristan, how about you take a little swig of this from the bottle, eh?" Ron suggested. Tristan shrugged his shoulders, having been one of the people who had been drinking the alcoholic beverage just minutes before.
"If that's all you got for me, Truth or Dare master," said Tristan nonchalantly, reaching for the bottle. The little smirk that Ron wore on his face became a little bit wider and he stood up, the clear liquid slashing about in its container.
"Oh, did I mention that there's gonna be a little something added to this vodka?" Rn grinned. Cam, Devin, Maya, and Tori looked a bit uneasy at that implication, but Tristan gave another shrug. As Ron walked into the kitchen and drawers and cabinets were heard being opened and shut, Cam almost fest bad for Tristan's personality that begged him to be the center of attention. After a couple more minutes of the seemingly random noises being heard, including what sounded like a blender that Cam didn't know that Ron knew how to run, Ron stepped out of the kitchen with a wide grin and glass of something that had the appearance of being absolutely volatile.
"It's ready," announced Ron, setting the drink in front of Tristan who looked at it in pure disgust. The liquid that sat in front of him came from hell. It was a murky brown-orange that had little particles of mystery floating around, with occasional buubles coming to the surface and popping with a sickening "glub".Tristan regarded Ron with a terrified face, as if he couldn't believe that Ron was going to make him drink this.
"I mean, you chose dare," Ron pointed out, "You can forfeit and not be in the game... you know, sit out and not make a single noise..." Tristan sighed, knowing full well that he couldn't stand to not be in the game. He swallowed nervously and observed the drink like it was his math homework. After a second of understandable hesitation, Tristan held up the drink and forced himself to sip some of it; by the look on his face, one could tell that Tristan intstantly regretted doing that. Tristan instantly started to cough, a reddish powder flying from not only the corners of his mouth and out of his nostrils; tears streaming down his face, he looked up at Ron with a nonverbal demand of what had been put into the drink. Ron gave a little grin that reminded Cam of the face that Ron had given after mopping the floor with Cam at chess the first day that they had met.
"Cam is hot enough to cause nosebleeds, at least I think," gloated Ron, "Or maybe it's the vodka, onion powder, cinnamon, jalapeno juice, cumin, salt, and just the hint of chicken stock." As Tristan stared down the ginger in sheer abhorrence of what he had just allowed to slither down his throat while Ron made sure to tell Tristan that he deserved his fate with his facial expression, Can couldn't help but remark to himself that he might have had just witnessed the birth of a new hated between the two. Maya, although thankfully unaware of Ron's status as a wizard (she had a mouth like a leaky bucket), seemed to have an inkling of a thought that Ron could blast Tristan into next week. She quickly pressed the button on the phone that Tori held while laughing at the blonde male. The phone sounded with a new set of people before Ron and Tristan could begin any sort of throwdown. Maya grabbed the phone and scanned over it.
"Cam dares Zig," Maya read aloud. A look of calm came over Zig as he heard his darer. Tristan instantly stopped his staredown that had been occurring with Cam's boyfriend and laughed, lounging on the couch with his hands behind his head.
"I wouldn't worry too much about this Zigmund," Tristan quipped at the black haired male, "I don't think Cam possesses the deviousness that his little beau does." Tori and Devin, although less so, nodded in agreement. Maya, however, looked at Cam with an air of interest, as if she expected Cam to explode with the force of an atomic bomb; Cam wouldn't do that, but he was a bit peeved. All his life, various people told Cam that he had a lack of willingness to do anything of a rebellious or slightly devious nature, and that this held him back as a human. It was true that Cam wasn't constantly pranking people with an unmatched vengeance, there was more to him then this "good guy" image. In this moment, he was eager to pull the proverbial rug fun or underneath their feet. Cam, with a smile that actual made the three's smiles falter, looked at Zig, then to an unequally unnerved Maya.
"Do you have bleach and neon hair dye?" Cam inquired in the most innocent voice that he was capable of while Ron snickered in the background, familiar with this side of Cam unlike them. Maya, though not knowing exactly why Cam wanted these things, shrugged and got up from her spot on the couch to go retrieve the items. When Maya returned with them, Zig eyed them nervously sad they were set onto the coffee table. Cam looked and Zig and laughed a bit at the unnerved expression that Zig wore.
"Take off your shirt and raise your arms," instructed Cam.
Cam didn't know what the effects of his dare would bring; he didn't expect the all-out dare war that was quick to follow. Cam instructed Zig to have Maya bleach his armpit and chest hair blonde, then have her dye it various unnatural colors (Cam couldn't contain a laugh to himself as he saw Ron was unsuccessfully trying not to stare at the black patch of hair that he under the Russian male's arms). Everybody was howling with laughter as Zig sat in his chair, even his crossed arms couldn't hide the rainbow that was found across his chest (Tristan remarked with his usual campiness "And he's the straight one"). This definitely fueled the fire for the next few dares.
The next round was Zig daring Maya, Zig suggesting that Maya walk ass-naked into the living room. Maya shrugged and walked into her room, coming out later with everything that proved she was 100% woman hanging out; it easy interesting to note that Tori was covering Zig's eyes with het hands when she had been ironically goggling over Cam just a short while ago. When Maya returned with all her clothes on ("I see why I'm gay," Ron laughed in Cam's ear), Tori had the next pairing on her phone. Ron sat waiting for Devin to give him his dare, not quite sure what to think, as Devin had been near silent at in terms of using the entire game. It was no surprise that Ron didn't prepare himself for what Devin had in mind as Ron climbed up the chimney, swearing and soot falling down.
"And my parents said that chimney is useless," Maya remarked, hearing Ron's feet against the brick as the ginger shouted in jubilation at the top.
About two and a half hours later, the teens sat around the living room, feeling exhausted after the game that had just increased in intensity since Devin's dare. Nobody had bothered to ask Truth or Dare the whole time; they just assumed that person they were assigned to ask would pick dare, but that philosophy was honestly the case that night. Zig sat in the chair, still shirtless with his now rainbow chest hair, but the black haired male was also sporting a lime green wig of Tori's, had orange lipstick on, and if one looked closely they could see the butterfly tattoo on his foot that he was dared to get about an hour ago. Maya to his right had an equally bizarre ensemble with her wearing the shirt that Zig had worn, her blonde hair with pink highlights and emptied Sprite cans used as rollers. Tristan and Tori sat together, both having freshly pierced ears that they had done in Maya's bathroom, and both wore matching pizza delivery uniforms that they had bought of two delivery boys a couple of hours previous. Ron, Cam, and Devin were thankfully in their regular street clothes, but their insides were turning slightly because the number of dares that the other three had dedicated to eating disgusting combinations of food that they had all found around Maya's kitchen (Cam wasn't sure he could ever eat Cinnamon Toast Crunch or drink Apple Juice again). Maya yawned, glancing at the clock.
"Man, it's 10 o'clock already," stated Maya, punctuated by a yawn, "We've been doing this for like 3 hours!"
"Really?" asked Zig, who had been reclining in the chair, who come up to a sitting position, "I would have thought that your parents would've come through the door at any time."
"I'd be surprised; it's their 'date night'," remarked Maya with a grin, drinking the last remaining Sprite that remained on top of the table in a couple of a sips, "Though we probably should stop the truth or daring now. I'd hate them to come in on a dare that is a little questionable." A tired Ron, leaning up against an equally exhausted Cam, snorted at what Maya was implying.
"Weren't all those a little questionable?" inquired Ron, "Or was there anything wholesome about calling the phone sex company? Or deep-throating a banana while moaning as loud as you can? Getting hired and then subsequently fired for ripping off your shirt in front of a crowd of people at Chick Fil-A? Spraying whip-cream on your-"
"I get the point!" laughed Maya, stretching out her tired limbs, "I guess you're kinda right. Maybe we should stop this for the sole fact that I think that somebody here would've committed murder if they were dared to." All of them nodded in agreement, except for Tori, who was posting pictures of her in the pizza delivery uniform that she had purchased for a $100 that Cam didn't know the black haired girl possessed. From the pleased smile on her face, however much the uniform cost was worth it because the picture was getting a lot of attention on her Twitter. For a moment, a dead silence could be found in the living room, except for occasional yawn, until a loud beep from Tori's phone caused them to jump.
"Sorry!" Tori apologized quickly, "The stupid dare app is still running, and it just made a new pairing. I'm going to delete this motherfucker before it ruins lives." Maya laughed and took the phone out of Tori's hand, giving it a waiting Zig. Zig looked at the screen and shrugged, swiping a couple of times across it (Cam assumed at this moment that he was deleting the "ruiner of lives").
"We should at least do the last pairing that the application gave us," Zig laughed, putting the phone to sleep, "Devin, are you still willing for a dare from Tristan." Devin looked at Tristan, who shrugged like he didn't care if the brown haired male would say yes or no. Devin chose the former, saying that another dare would hopefully allow him to keep his internal organs.
"Well then," Tristan replied with a small smile, "Devin, truth or dare?" Before Devin could get a word out, an application noise broke out from Tori's phone; at first Cam thought it was from the Truth or Dare app, but he instantly noticed that the sound wasn't the same for it. Curious, Zig opened up the phone while Tori stared in horror at what Zig was doing, as if she was witnessing the amputations of a thousand babies. Zig opened the application and read whatever message that it produced. Zig's face, once merely full of curiosity, slowly fell to what Cam could only describe as numb disbelief mixed with anger.
"Who's Jimmy, Tori?" questioned Zig with an unfamiliar venom in his voice, usually being pretty chill, "And why the hell does he want to meet you tomorrow at the time you cancelled our date?". Tori had a look of shame which Cam thought impossible on the black haired girl. She got up off the couch with her hand outstretched, heading toward Zig like she was expected to be hit (Cam wouldn't be exactly mad about it).
"Z-zig," stuttered Zig, "I-I-I'm so s-sorry!"
"What the fuck Tori?" roared Zig, jumping off the chair and staring down his philandering girlfriend in anger, "I just thought you were being funny with all those other guys. I just thought you could appreciate if a guy's good looking without wanting to get in his pants. I thought that you would care about me just more than some long-term hookup, much less treat me like your boyfriend at all! You were a liar the whole fucking time, and I bought it like a dumbass!" Zig walked past his dumbfounded, probably soon-to-be-ex girlfriend like she didn't even exist, going out the door in an angry huff.
"Zig? Zig!" Tori called after him, rushing out the door which slammed shut behind her, leaving the others in a silence that was extremely uncomfortable. They sat in that for a little bit before Maya sighed loudly, adjusting the position in which she sat on the couch.
"It was a long time coming," said Maya, "Those two are way better off as friends; Tori doesn't like to be tied down, and Zig does like monogamy. They'll realize that, hopefully."
"Agreed," said Ron, "And I don't think that Zig was Tori's type to begin with. Every time he'd try to do something nice for her like a decent boyfriend, she'd brush him off." Cam was inadvertently helping Ron with this point, having been absentmindedly stroking Ron's hair the whole time.
"Stop being adorable," Maya laughed, turning to Tristan and Devin, "Before that little trouble in paradise, I believe we were going to finish up this game of Truth and/or Dare." Tristan nodded and looking at Devin, due to the fact that Devin had been interrupted by Zig and Tori's fight. Devin, being like Zig in a sense with not having many strong opinions, shrugged.
"Truth," Devin said like it was the first thing to come to mind, "I mean, nobody else's chosen it this entire game. Might as well be the first one." Tristan's face contorted into concentration, as he didn't expect the other male to choose that options. One could definitely suspect that Tristan had some outlandish dare to top the others in the back of his mind. Nevertheless, Tristan took a second to brainstorm a truth, then looked to Devin.
"Tell us a bit about your family," suggested Tristan. For some odd reason, Devin, though one to try to hide his emotions, looked a little dumbfounded at Tristan's question.
"M-my family?" Devin stammered, sound not unlike Tori had just moments before. Maya nodded in agreement, moving her head so that she could view Devin as well.
"Yeah," concurred Maya, "I mean, you've been here for about a month or two, and even though we basically hang out every day, we still don't know much about you. Cam was here for about 2 weeks, and I had already dug up the dirt that he so didn't want me to know."
"Not all of it," laughed Cam, still keeping an eye on Devin.
When Cam came to play for the Ice Hounds in Toronto, it would have been wrong to call him the peak of confidence; then again, it would have been incorrect to say he did have any at all. Playing a sport he didn't want to play, far away from his family, in a crowded city with a school that was the same, having classes with the teammates that pressured him more than he would have liked...it was the reason that Cam had massive anxiety issues, among other things. Cam remembered the feeling of anxiety attacks, the not being able to breathe, the feeling that he could feel the Earth rotating at 100 meters per hour. Cam imagined that what he was feeling was exactly how Devin looked at the current moment. He was sweating, though it was actually a pretty cold night for about June, shaking, and his eyes darting around the room as if he were searching for to escape.
"Yeah, who do you get your looks from more: your Mom or Dad?" Maya asked in curiosity, "And when are we going to meet them?"
"What are their names?" inquired Tristan, "It would be weird to cell them Mr and Mrs...come to think of it, I don't even remember your last name." Devin, if even possible, looked even more panicked than he had previously. Cam, though he liked to consider himself a pretty trustful person, was growing suspicious of Devin's behavior. Cam believed the questions, though numerous in number, to be normal questions that could ask a friend and have the friend know. Devin seemed to know this fact as he seemed to be ready to get off his seat and leave the house in a style that Tori could have appreciated if she were not chasing a heartbroken Zig around. Suddenly, something about Devin began to change; it wasn't his stress level (that was definitely there to say). Tristan noticed it just as Cam and Ron noticed it.
From the first time that Devin was introduced to them in the Dot, Cam and Ron thought of two things in particular regarding the male. The first was the quiet aura that he gave off. It wasn't exactly that he shy or anything of that nature, it was just that he was a person that liked to be other most prevalent thing that Ron and Cam noticed about Devin was his appearance. Devin had a fairly pointed massage, with brown hair and almost familiar eyes that were a startling shade of Gray. Out of the two, Devon's appearance was the thing that was changing. Cam had heard of people's hair turning gray with stress or of old age almost overnight; cam's mother mother had been caught numerous times with hair dye in the bathroom for just that reason. However, this process seem to be sped up almost a thousand times right in front of their eyes. As Devin looked at them like a caged animal, the end of his brunette hair turning a light blonde color that color that cam swore he had seen was almost like magic , and Devin didn't even seem to notice. Though cam was equally baffled by the hair changing color, Tristan was the more surprised Witness ( Cam had seen much weirder circumstances with Magic). Tristan raised his arm to point at the hair, his finger pointing Straight Ahead as if he were in a trance.
"What's up with your hair?" asked Tristan in a voice that was equally parts amazed, equal parts in partial shock. Devin held a couple of stray bits of his short hair nearer his eyes and gasped. Just as Tristan was about to ask how in the world she wasn't seeing the spectacle in front of her, Devin's saving grace arrived. In the middle of this, headlights appeared through the window. A couple of seconds later, the doorknob began to turn and Devin took off up the stairs while the attention was of of him. When the door opened, it was Maya's parents. They stood there in their best formal wear, with Maya's father in his suit and her mother in a purple dress, both of them carrying grocery bags.
"What area you kids doing give at this hour?" asked Maya playfully. Maya's mother did the most interesting combination of rolling her eyes like Maya said something embarrassing and blushing as if she had done something of the same sort herself.
"Your father and I would have stayed out all night," admitted Mrs Maitlin, "However...let's just say, when a janitor opens a broom closet, he doesn't expect to find anything but brooms."
"Eww, Mom!" Maya said in disgust, "That's fucking disgusting!"
"Watch your mouth, young lady," snapped Mr Maitlin, "And speaking of that mouth, what did you say to your friend? He looked like he couldn't have gotten up the stairs quick enough." Maya shrugged and glanced up the stairs to see if she could see Devin.
"Must have been something he ate," Maya shrugged, "Speaking of eating, did your buy any food?"
"After we got kicked out of the restaurant, we decided to get some groceries," said Mrs Maitlin, "Which we'd appreciate your help with."
"I'm gonna go make sure that Devin's okay," Maya stated, traking off up the stairs, possibly to go to Devin, or more likely to avoid doing the task that her mother suggested. Mrs Maitlin rolled her eyes and looked over to the three males that sat in the living room.
"You must be Ron," Mrs Maitlin greeted, "Could you and Tristan help us with these bags (Caw was amazed that even 6 months after Maya and his breakup, they managed to ignore him while they talked to Ron, who was laying in his lap)? It's going to rain soon , and we don't want to get soaked." Like the decent human beings they were, Tristan and Ron got up almost instantly and began to follow the Maitlins out to their vehicle. Before Cam could follow them, Ron turned around and faced his boyfriend.
"You better go see what Maya and Devin are up to," Ron advised, "Maya's parents seem to still be a bit frigid, and I'm not sure I believe that Maya went to check on Devin." Before Cam could argue, Ron kissed Cam and went outside to assist. Sighing, he walked up the stairs to see if Devin was in a healthy state of mind.
The moment that Cam had reached themnop of the stairs, he was flooded with memories from when Maya and he were a couple. Almost everyday after schoos, Cam went home with Maya, partially because she was the only friend besides Dallas, and partially because he thought he truly liked her. They would go into Maya's room, the last one to right in the hall, and sit in her room and hang out (with the door wide open so that her parents wouldn't have an aneurysm every time that he came over). This happened so often that according to Told, Maya never closed her door, even when changing her clothes. That's how Cam could tell from the lack of the blue tinted lamps coming down from her door, Maya wasn't in her room. And on the Devin side of things, Cam heard no activity in the bathroom where he expected the other male to be.
Going down the hall, Cam felt himself trip on a pile of something that he didn't notice when he had came up the stairs just moments before. In front of what was Katie's room while she still lived here was a pile of miscellaneous items that jogged Cam's memory of Maya saying that Katie's room would soon become an office for Maya's parents; however, that wasn't the only thing that Cam encountered there. From the room at the end of the hall, Maya's parents' room, he could hear muffled voices. And from the knowledge that Tristan and Ron were downstairs with Mr and Mrs Maitlyn, who were ignoring him as faithfully as ever, Maya and Devin had to be only people in the that room, for what reason reason didn't know. Cam was about to go help the Maitlyns when he nearly tripped over a commerative glass that Katie apparently had won when she was nine.
Cam didn't consider himself to be a naturally nosy person, but as he put the glass against the wall and his ear, he could tell how contradictorily he was acting. He didn't know why exactly he wanted to know about what Maya and Devin were talking; it was just a feeling. He remembered with a smile when he got the same feeling back in Kapuskasing when his parents would go into their bedroom, and Cam and his siblings would do the same thing to hear what their Christmas presents would be for that year. As the muffled voices cleared a bit, though, Cam was greeted not with talk out a basketball signed by his favorite basketball team, but with Maya roaring at Devin. It was like listening through a rain storm, but he could make out enough words to know enough about what they were saying.
"What was that?" Maya's voice came through, anger in her voice Cam thought impossible, "...I have half a mind...tell the... Lord about your insolence!" Devin made a noise that Cam couldn't make out, either a gasp or a sob.
"You had it easy!" snapped back Devin with a little catch it his voice as if he was attempting not to cry, "... had that mud...copy! I need... make new preson!" Maya scoffed, and Cam could hear the scuffle of Maya pulling something out of her pockets.
"...Lord said we would...here almost a week," sighed Maya in frustration, "...Almost 3!..Of course I trust him, but...something I don't even know...must be grave circumstances."
"I'm not quite sure why... so important," remarked Devin with a tone to match Maya's, "...red... just have...bloody boyfriend!...No offspring... may have attacked...father, but... Lord wants to finish...now when... be drying out their line! Another is the same may, and...twins...never feel the touch of...woman!"
"In agreement, but all...pure...related," whispered Maya harshly. "...Don't question the...Lord!...Alberta...with that stupid quibbler (Cam heard this mess of sounds, but wasn't quite sure what this meant)...as pure as they're going to get... rid of her, they're pruned..."
"What does that have to do...Degrassi?" Devin asked, "Why do we...impersonate... bloods? Can we not just go to Alberta... finish that deed ourselves?...Less blood, less margin...error...not have to see disgusting...relationships of...differing bloods!"
"Weasle...rescue...as per usual!" Maya said to Devin as if they had discussed this many times before, "If...stop contact...rush to Alberta...if we can...lure in...friend...boyfriend... complete and utter control...psyche!...will be beautiful...watch...grovel before the feet of...lord!" Although they seemed to be under stress both of them laughed in an almost maniacal way that made Cam's skin crawl.
"Has...Lord...plans for...new world, after...is over?" questioned Devin. Cam could almost hear a smile in Maya's voice when she answered.
"...Wonderful!" Maya stated almost like she was relishing the thought that she was describing, "...bloods! Pure families rule supreme!...Elixir...Life...given to...most loyal...We will be free...whatever we want, when we want it...disgusting disease...homo...will be erased! Heaven...!" There was a long pause, then Maya spoke with a confident tone that seemed more liked his ex-girlfriend.
"C'mon!" Maya instructed Devin, "...Job to do!" Cam's heart almost stopped when he heard the two's footsteps came towards the door. Have barely time to act like he wasn't eavesdropping, Cam flung the commerative class across the room and stood up and away from the door. The glass shattered just as the door opened. Caw quickly got on the ground.
"Oh my God," Maya said, running over to where Cam lay, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just didn't see that glass," Cam lied, "Your parents wanted me to get you, and I accidentally tripped over the pile of stuff." Maya made a face of apology atde rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.
"Sorry," Maya laughed, " My parents were making me clean out Katherine's room, and I kinda just put all the stuff into the hall. I was gonna finish tonight, but then I remembered that I had French." Cam nodded, but suddenly realized something.
"Who's Katherine?" inquired Cam. Maya gave a little chuckle and looked at him like he was crazy.
"Katherine, my older sister, the one that went to college, ring a bell," asked Maya. It was Cam's turn to give her the weird look. Maya had a nearly scared look on her face as Cam looked at her, but then she smile on her face and chuckled shakily.
"Oops, I meant to say Katie," Maya grinned, shaking her head, "That vodka was really strong. Cam, I'm gonna do brush my teeth to get rid of the smell. You should tell my parents I'm on the shitter, and I'll be right down." With that, Maya walked to the bathroom and closed the door, Cam thinking all the while that Maya had more screws loose than usual.
"Womaen, I tell ya," Devin laughed , turning towards the stairs, "C'mon. I better tell the Maitlins, as they're not ignoring me." As Cam walked down the stairs behind him, he made a discovery.
Devin's hair had returned to its usual brown color.