Author's Note: "Putting the P in PWP, this chapter is a delightful drama-filled installment of Hockey and Halfblood's that will leave you on the edge of your seat"...is what I'd say if this was a teaser on the back of a DVD case ;). I'm glad I got this out so quickly compared to the last leave of absence I had with a little bit of writer's block. But I now I have new ideas for this book, so now I hope that chapters won't be too terribly far apart from the other.
A couple of days passed after the very eventful Saturday with the fire, the moving of the shop to the stadium, and the subsequent fooling around with the Bulgarians. After that, Cam decided he should go back to his house, seeing as he hadn't spent much time there, and finish the homework that he neglected to do until then. Sunday was shockingly less full of action, with the only thing of note was the hockey practice that Dallas decided to run for 3 hours in preparation for the hockey championship that would occur in a couple of weeks (Cam cursed club hockey and how it was putting such a time taking event such as a championship so close to the end of the school year, in May no less).
On Monday morning, Cam woke up in bed and stretched, missing the warm, ginger body that he was so used to sleeping next to. He checked his phone, with a text that he knew was from Ron on Hermione's phone (an all-caps complaint how Hermione was freaking out over the Death Eater attack on Saturday), and got ready for school. He quickly showered, shaved, and went downstairs to get some breakfast before he would drive to school. His mother pushed a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios his way, checking her phone despairingly.
"Campbell honey, I love you, but it's 7:50, so you really need to get your butt to school," his mother fretted, fixing her the collar of the dress shirt that was wearing for work. Cam practically devoured his cereal and drove probably 20 kilometers faster than he should have to get to school at a decent time. It was definitely not in vain, as he had about 10 minutes left until 1st period as he pulled into his usual parking spot (Tristan seemed to still be recovering from the bout of alcohol/food poisoning he got, as the sassy male's vehicle still was still absent beside his own). Just as Cam was gathering his things on his passenger seat, Maya and Devin came up behind him with usual phones in their hands.
"Nearly late again, are we?" Maya joked with a face that would have made Madame C proud...if she weren't dead. Cam noticed that she had died some strands of her blonde hair pink, reminding him of a troll doll that his sister had in her room.
"Says the one who's been late to 1st period like 20 times," Cam said in a snarky tone of voice back at the blonde with a matching eye roll, "Snake writes a pass for you every single day, even if you're not late. And are we beginning tog o down the route of Mr. Hair Dye?" Maya rolled her eyes in derision.
"Yes, 'cuz everything I do in my waking hours is because of Tristan fucking Milligan," Maya replied in the most sarcastic tone she could muster, "No, Katie came back home for some of her things over the weekend and she was dying hers, and I thought it'd be a fun change up from Blondie Breastless that Degrassi's come to know and love."
"Oh, come you aren't that lacking in that department," Devin replied to her with a grin, "There's at least something there!" Maya rolled her eyes at her friend.
"Of course you would look at my boobs," groaned Maya in frustration that Cam couldn't tell if it was genuine or not, "Cam and Tristan aren't exactly in the market with somebody with knockers and lady parts, now are they?" Laughing at Maya's interesting way to express her body parts, Cam looked at Maya and Devin with a curious look.
"...speaking of somebody who'd definitely dye their hair, where's he? How much did he have to drink to be in that hospital this long?" Cam asked. For some reason Maya and Devin glanced at the spot where Tristan's car would be and looked at the questioning brunette in from of them.
"Let's just say he was puking his guts out still," Devin remarked with a grin and shake of his head like he was talking about his naughty younger cousin, "That boy couldn't hold his alcohol in a bucket. He shouldn't have ingested one glass of vodka, much less like the 5 he gulped down like the prideful guy he can be that can piss people off. The woman in charge of him's even mad with him 'cuz he vomited all over her new blouse when he thought he was ready to get up outta bed."
"And my phone," Maya said with a look of disgust, rubbing some imaginary throw-up off her phone's case, "But enough about Cookie Tosser. You've got hockey championships in a couple of weeks, yeah?"
"Yeah," Cam asked with a confused tone of voice, wondering if Maya had suffered a similar fate to Tristan's, "Why the sudden interest? Even I could care about more things than that championship, and I'm going to it." Maya shrugged as they began walking back to the school.
"I want to know when all the people I dislike will go to that instead of school," Maya remarked, "It's as close to heaven you can get at Degrassi. I'm just thankful that I decided to quit cheer, or it would have been more of a living hell." Just as she said this, Chantay, who had recently been promoted to cheer captain, exited her flashy new vehicle she definitely didn't purchase herself with makeup which a prostitute would ask advice on getting. When she saw them walk past her, she gave a friendly wave and the three had to suppress a laugh as they waved politely back.
"God, I cannot stand her!" Maya groaned as they walked towards the direction of her locker, "She thinks she's hot shit just 'cuz she's now the cheer captain, and her dad got a new job, and he can afford to spoil the shit out of that rotten orange in hooker boots!" Cam chuckled and shook his head at Maya's forward dislike of Chantay. He wasn't fond of her either to be honest, and though he didn't fit the usual stereotype of being gay, he could agree she had a tendency to wear enough makeup to paint a wall.
"Speaking of championships, is Ron going to them?" asked Maya as she pulled the books out of her locker. Cam shrugged.
"I don't know," he replied, "Would you like him to come, She-Of-No-Filter? I mean, you made quite the impression on him, so I couldn't imagine why not. And don't tell me you didn't try to get in his pants the first time you guys met, Maya, 'cuz we both know that's complete bull." Maya gave stuck her tongue out to signal that she had no argument, then shifted her focus to her locker.
"And maybe Tristan could come, too, I mean, once he's home from the hospital." While Cam uttered that sentence, Maya was ironically doing her makeup in front of a mirror that hung in her locker not at all unlike a certain girl she had been talking about not a few minutes before. When Cam finished, she flashed a wry and knowing smile that Cam didn't catch before retracting the lipstick that she had been using back into its tube. She then turned around to face Cam and Devin
"Knowing Tris, somehow I feel he won't be out of the hospital for a long, long time," Maya said. She then grabbed her books and gestured to Devin for him to follow her to their first class. Cam glanced at the clock and mentally hoped his chemistry teacher was in the mood to be a little lenient.
Cam got a lucky break in terms of being late. Apparently his fast walk that totally was not a slow jog was enough to scoot through the door awkwardly with all eyes on him before the bell sounded. That did not stop the teacher from assigning enough assignments to the point where Cam wished he had been late to school.
After the weekend he had, he was was surprised how routine everything was going; it was nothing out of the usual. Alli Bhandari still was talking shit about some girl from another school that Cam could not care any less about. Owen still was talking shit about some sports team from another school that Cam could live to ignore. And in true Chantay fashion, the aforementioned girl was on her phone posting some shit about some girl and/or boy from Degrassi that Cam was sure that he handle not knowing. It was then Cam realized how much of the school day revolved around people talking shit...when they weren't going up to him asking him if he really was gay, or asking about Dallas.
After school, he quickly went home to drop off his homework in his room and quickly have a phone conversation with Ron, who luckily did not have to work that day.
"The entire apartment makes me feel like I'm on an episode of that show Fiona likes...Hoarders, isn't it," Ron remarked, "And it doesn't help that some of the Wolf Mints transformed to actual wolves and tore a hole in the wall of the steam room. The witch next door still has hot air blowing into her bedroom."
Following that interesting conversation, he headed to the ice rink and walked into the locker room, apparently the last one there. Dallas was in his usual Captain mode, pointing to a poster-board representation of plays he wished to implement at the Hockey championships; if coming out at the school had one effect on Dallas, it was the fact that he wanted to win this championship even more to impress college recruiters and prove his spot on the team was not challenged by the fact he had a boyfriend.
"...And Owen, you slide in from here, knocking the puck out away from those Chameleon assholes," Dallas was saying, "Cam, sit your ass down!" Cam feigned a salute of which Ron would have been very proud. and sat down next to Luke, who scooted away from him like he had a disease; Cam wished he had a wand and the ability to do magic so he could jinx him into next week...or maybe he would just lock him in the steam room with the Wolf Mints...
While that daydream unfolded, Dallas finished the play he was describing, and he looked out to the team that was half texting, half pretending to pay attention to save his feelings. He rolled his eyes in obvious disbelief and regarded the males in front of him with desperation Cam recognize as him being near the end of the rope.
"Come on, guys! At least pretend to care!" Dallas snapped, pointing at the board, "This is the strategy we're going to have to use to beat those damn Calgary Chameleons. They've been club champions since before Owen started to make up girls he says he did! We need to beat their asses and prove that something worth a damn can come out of this school."
"Harsh, but true," Luke responded with a sigh, "A whole lotta nothing does come out of Degrassi...which leads to the question why we're even trying. You said it yourself, they've been club champions forever."
"Why would you not try to beat their smug faces?" Dallas inquired as he couldn't believe what Luke was saying, "They think they can win just 'cuz they drug their players until they forget their own names. We're not as physically strong as them, I get that, but we're definitely a little above their level in the brain department."
"Bo literally tried to eat his deodorant before practice started," Owen deadpanned and everybody but Cam, Dallas, and a very red Bo laughed at him. Dallas pinched the bridge of his nose like his life depended on it.
"Give me strength," Dallas muttered through gritted teeth, his hand going down to fiddle with the ring that Viktor had gotten him, "Please guys, just listen to me. Don't do this for me...do it for...the drunk, slutty puck-bunnies that will fawn over you like white on rice after you win. If you can't do for me, I'm sure you'll find some way to do it for them."
"We're listening now," joked Luke, smiling and looking at his captain, "No seriously, Dal, we'll do it...I'm just warning you that you might be setting yourself up for some disappointment. Those guys are huge, and as much as I want a zamboni to hit me while I'm trying to pass to Ingvar, I'm gonna take a pass on that."
"That's the spirit," Dallas replied with a dark smile, "Yeah that's definitely gonna be an issue. Like I said, they've got quite the steroid usage in plain sight. That's why I spent the past couple nights coming up with a formation that will work against people of their...stature." Dallas stood up from where he had been seated next to his poster board and looked at his teammates.
"Owen, I'm putting you back on goalie," Dallas instructed, pointing at Tristan's brother, "Ingvar and Bo, you guys are defense. Luke, you and me will be wings." Luke pulled a face and stood up from where he was sitting and looked at Dallas like he had lost his mind.
"You can't be considering putting Cam on center!" Luke asked him incredulously, "That's my position! And he's been playing goalie!" Dallas looked at Cam with grim determination in his face that Cam was a little more than a little intense. Dallas then returned his focus to Luke
"He's our best chance at this," Dallas explained calmly yet determinedly, "The Chameleons are built like walls, so they'd expect a bigger player to center to go up against them. Cam's lighter on the ice, so he'd be great at getting the puck past them faster and getting around them."
"Well he's fucking fairy sized, so yeah he's gonna be lighter on the ice," Luke spat out, walking towards Dallas, "But that still doesn't make sense. When they figure out what we're doing, they're gonna try and pummel him, and he's not gonna be able to take 5 tanks at once. Put me on center and put him on wing at least, but if you wanna win, Saunders can not be center!"
"I'm not changing my mind, Baker," Dallas replied, again playing with the ring found on his hand, "I've made up my mind; it's not getting changed" Luke scoffed, looking at the metal band around Dallas' finger.
"I'm not sure what guy you're dating, but he's made you a real pussy, you know that?" Luke shot at Dallas, and Cam could not believe his ears. Luke and his family may have not been people who would carry rainbow flags in a parade, or even let somebody in their house who was gay, but Cam didn't think that Luke was stupid enough to tangle with an angry Dallas, especially after Dallas once broke a hockey stick in half over his knee in a fit of blind rage at the same blond boy. Before Cam could raise his voice and get a word in before Luke could get murdered, the same hand that housed the finger with the ring shot forward, taking the front of Luke's shirt, slamming the blonde into the nearest locker. Dallas looked at the blonde with venom in his eyes that was unmistakeable; Luke, meanwhile, had lost his cocky, pissed off look and traded it in for a look like he wanted to piss his pants.
"I know you're pissed and everything Luke, but you will not, and I repeat WILL NOT insult me or my boyfriend ever again, capiche?" Dallas growled, "I said, capiche?" Luke swallowed and nodded, and Dallas held onto to his shirt for just a second more for effect and then let it go. He then went over to his bag and grabbed his hockey stick, then went to ice. The entire team shot each other unsure looks, as if they were afraid to get murdered by Dallas à la angry hockey stick to the face. But they eventually gathered their courage and skates and joined Dallas on the ice.
If one ounce of Luke's outburst had come to ring true, it was the fact that being goalie definitely did have some effect on Cam's ability to play front line. The now unfamiliar skates upon which he moved around the ice made him feel like he was constantly begging himself not to fall over. The new hockey stick he held in his hand felt like he was waving around an actual stick instead of the glorified bent squeegee he had in his possession before. And now he had to keep the puck away from guys that were much taller than him, even taller than Ron, and the ginger was no shorty. Cam sighed dejectedly to himself as Luke basically tried to T-bone him for the 5th time since they had started a scrimmage to adjust themselves to their new positions.
After the practice, the team quickly hit the showers (Luke was smart enough to not make a jab at Dallas when Dallas had to take the showerhead next to him) and then everybody but Dallas and Cam exited the locker room. Cam checked his phone for a text from Ron, and he was greeted to an caps text cursing out certain twin brothers. Smirking and rolling his eyes, he pocketed his phone and gathered his things. Just as Cam was going to hop in his car and go to Fiona's apartment to hang out with Hermione, Fiona, and Imogen or possibly try to see if he could hang out with Maya and Devin, he glanced over to Dallas. His captain was staring pensively at the ceiling, again playing with the ring that Cam had come to associate with him with one skate on.
"Dallas," Cam said while he sat down next to him, "Everything all right?" Dallas didn't respond immediately, but just as Cam thought he didn't hear him and was going to repeat himself, Dallas answered Cam's question.
"Sorry, I just kinda got lost in thought," Dallas responded, smiling to the shorter male, "A lot's happening all at once and I just needed time to process." He was second for a couple more beats, but he could feel Cam's desire for him to elaborate hanging in the air, so he continued.
"A shit-ton of things are going on in my life at the moment," Dallas said, "I mean, I'm moving with a guy I've been dating for nearing a month because of my best friend's bitchy step-mom, and we still have to worry about magic-proofing the apartment to keep that Moldy-wart guy or whatever out. We have championships in a couple weeks and I think it's my only chance for recruiters to look past Viktor...And I'm just sick and tired of assholes like Luke Baker."
"I don't like him either," Cam agreed with a frown, "How can one family be so hateful to something they probably don't even understand? It almost makes me think he could have his own personal rainbow, somewhere deep, DEEP down inside him."
"Yeah, and the next thing you know Mr. Womanizer Torres is going to get a guy for himself," Dallas chuckled. An image of a naked Drew and Zig in Drew's apartment a couple of nights ago flashed in the forefront of his mind, but he didn't say a word to Dallas. Dallas sighed again and stood up, taking off his skate in the process.
"I'm sure you've got a lot on your plate," Dallas said to Cam, "I mean, it seems like the good old magic world's been pretty intent on your death."
"That's a way to put it," Cam laughed, "Yeah, that's definitely been an interesting part of dating Ron. But it's worth it because I get to wake up next to the sassiest ginger in this part of the world, and I've got a pretty decent life except the constant threat to my life." Dallas nodded and put his skates back in his bag and stuffed it into the locker next to him, locking it with a key that he returned to his pocket and then looked at Cam.
"Has Luke been giving you any shit," Dallas worriedly asked Cam, "Or any other of the guys? If it's anything like it's been for me, I'm gonna kick their asses!" Cam shook his head.
"I mean, Luke compared me to a pixie or whatever," Cam told him, "And he won't even sit anywhere remotely near me, but other than that, everybody's been kinda okay yet silent about it. Even Owen, and I think Oh-my-god-yahs-queen Milligan's given him a very….stereotypical...picture of how gay guys are."
"True," Dallas admitted with a laugh, "He's a little-"
"Flamboyant? Over the top?" Cam offered, "...Gay?"
"That," Dallas agreed. Then a look as if he just remembered something washed over his face and he went into his regular school bag, digging and searching through it. He then pulled out what Cam thought was a DVD case. On the cover, two woman with what seemed to be fleshy watermelons pushing out the top of their skimpy clothing to the point where it looked like they could balance a Christmas feast on them. The title, in the cheesiest golden font that Cam could have imagined, was "CRAZY MILFS gone crazy for their neighbor." Dallas chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, Owen kinda brought this over to my room last night we actually hung out, like 2 years ago when I still was back home," Dallas explained meekly, "I was looking through my stuff when I was unpacking and I saw this, and I thought I should return this to him."
"And why did you need to show me?" asked Cam in confusion.
"I kinda need to go back to my apartment and teach Viktor how to use a phone," Dallas chortled, "My phone went off on the table once when we were eating pizza and he kinda went straight for his wand. Let's just say I was one hasty explanation away from him jinxing it into next week. We have a phone in our apartment and I want him to be able to talk to our landlord if I'm not around." Cam was instantly greeted with a picture of when he offered to show Ron how to drive the car. Three popped tires later repaired with Ron's wand later, they decided it was better for Cam to stick with the driving.
"And you want me to bring it to him?" Cam asked. Dallas shot him a pleading look, and Cam really didn't want to give the elder Milligan something to please himself over; however, the thought of a flaming apartment with Viktor and Dallas jumping 20 stories to get out that sold him.
"Fine," Cam relented with a sigh, taking the DVD and turning it over, "Owen must have not missed this much. This looks like it was made in the 1970s, and by the sounds of his totally fake conquests, he's doing pretty alright in this department. "
"Yeah, it wasn't that good, the girls were definitely faking it," Dallas remarked with a nod, "and this coming from somebody who thinks girls are attractive...and a certain guy."
Cam finished talking with Dallas and started to drive over to where Owen and Tristan lived. Luckily, they didn't live too far from Maya lived; this how Maya and Tristan became friends in the first place. As he passed the blonde's house, Cam looked to the driveway and saw a vehicle that looked unfamiliar; he assumed this was Devin's. Cam pondered a moment whether Devin and Maya were a little more than just fast friends (they had been spending a lot of time with each other as of recently)...then he remembered what the truly entitled and Cam shuddered in a more truer gay fashion at the thought of heterosexual intercourse. With that pleasant thought in mind, he arrived at the Milligan's house.
It was not exactly too fancy, as really nothing outside of Toronto really had that great of a selection. However, it still stood its purpose. It was a plain blue house with some occasional charcoal siding with the roof of a same color. The American dream seemed to hold up even this far up north as a picket fence that Cam didn't remember from the last time that he had been there a few months ago. He pulled into the driveway behind Owen's black car, and he noticed that Tristan's vehicle wasn't even in the driveway. Assuming that it was in the garage or something like that, Cam put the offending DVD in his backpack and started for the door, desperately hoping that Owen's parents didn't answer.
Cam went up to the door, debated whether or not he wanted to this for Dallas, and knocked on the door. For a moment there was no answer, then he heard the sound of somebody yelling, "Yeah, yeah, I'll be there!" almost at the top of their lungs. Then some very heavy footsteps followed the voice to the door, where it was opened. Out stepped Owen, who was wearing a T-shirt with the arms and some of the side cut down so that Cam could see part of the older boy's chest (and the view of a two certain areas would have probably made Ron insatiable). Combined with the gray sweatpants that Owen was wearing, it was obvious the older boy had been trying to relax.
"Hey, rook-, Saunders," Owen said to Cam, looking more than surprised to see the shorter male there, "I...I didn't expect you to be here."
"Yeah," Cam agreed sheepishly, "It exactly was not my first choice either." Owen gave a little chuckle at that.
"So I figured," Owen agreed humorously, "I was expecting Dallas to be with you...or that ginger guy in that photo that Chantay showed me...so is it true that you and him are really...a thing?" Cam simply nodded and he could practically see the gears turning in Owen's head.
"And Dallas has a boyfriend, too, right?"
Cam again agreed to that statement.
"So were you and Dallas...a thing...too, before you met them?" If Cam had been drinking some sort of beverage at the time, he would have spit it out in the most stereotypical manner he could muster. He wasn't going to tell Owen anything about his sex life; though he had sex with Dallas at one point in time, it was with Ron, and even if it had just been him and the older male mano y mano, he still would not have had any romantic feelings for him whatsoever.
"No!" responded Cam quickly, "No, no, no...never!"
"It's just what Luke was saying," Owen shrugged, "He said that you two are always the last two to get out of the showers, and now that you said that you guys like guys..." Cam shook his head to further solidify his point and Owen cracked a small grin. This was the reason that Cam could definitely stand Owen over a Bo, Ingvar, or Luke.
"Yeah, I didn't buy it," Owen said, scratching his arm, "I think Luke's just a little mad he lost center, but that could just be me...so was that all you wanted to talk about, or was there another reason you were here...no offense."
"None taken," Cam replied, immediately blushing when he remembered what he was supposed to be doing, "It's just that...Dallas wanted me to return something to you, and he had to go do something at his apartment, so he ask if I'd do it."
"Well don't leave me in suspense, what is it?"
"The DVD," muttered Cam.
"Huh?"
"The DVD," Cam said a little louder. When Cam was greeted with an absolute perplexed face from the taller boy, Cam sighed and dug in his bag for the disk. He slowly pulled it out and showed the very showing cover to Owen. Owen's face immediately went as red as the skimpy underwear that one of the woman on the cover were wearing. Cam would have been perfectly fine if Owen just took the DVD and they never talked about this again. But Owen rubbed the back of his head meekly and looked at Cam correspondingly.
"My Dad gave this to me like 2 years ago," Owen explained, "And I popped it in my laptop and was...watching it...and my mom came into the room...she didn't see it or anything, but I knew that it was too risky to have in the house, so I brought it over to Dallas' and after I showed it to him, I hid it in the bottom of a dresser drawer I knew he'd never use...so he must have just emptied that drawer into his stuff when he came to Degrassi." He looked at Cam with an embarrassed smile.
"This is pretty fucked up, isn't it?" Owen laughed and Cam couldn't help but nod fervently.
"Yeah, sorry, I was hoping that Dallas'd never find this," Owen admitted, "I think I may just put this at the bottom of the trash and put a bunch of tissues on top of it...not like that."
"Good idea," Cam agreed, "Your mom, your dad, and probably Tristan would not be too happy about that." Owen pulled a confused face.
"Who was that last one?" Owen asked in confusion, probably because Cam wasn't exactly talking that slow.
"Tristan, sorry," Cam replied. Owen's face did not lose its confused quality.
"Who's Tristan?" Owen asked, and Cam couldn't help but laugh a little at joke that Owen obviously had to be making to his younger brother.
"Your younger brother, Tristan," Cam replied, "The one who has the same parents as you, the one who once was in the same uterus from which you came out of, your gay younger brother who's in the year below me, that Tristan?" Owen's face darkened a little for some reason as Cam was saying that sentence.
"What in the hell are you talking about, Saunders?" Owen replied, "I don't have a gay little brother. I'm an only child...what...what are you smoking?" It was Cam's turn to be completely and utterly nonplussed.
"The one who's friends with Katie Maitlyn's sister, the one who's really flamboyant and loves musicals, the one who'd kill somebody for some Lady Gaga tickets," Cam said to Owen with a little more forced, "The one who dated Miles for a couple of months, the one who tried to hit on me when I first came to Degrassi, the one who you constantly fight with because he's really gay and you're not, the one's who's very self-confident and is now in the hospital with alcohol poisoning because he was too confident with Truth or Dare, that brother?" Owen's face had slowly morphed from having no idea what Cam was talking about to becoming almost enraged, like Cam stating these truths was angering him.
"I have no idea what you're smoking, Cam, I don't have a brother," Owen replied, Cam noticing the anger behind his first name when the elder Milligan brother said it. Cam rolled his eyes in a similar fashion of annoyance.
"Same goes to you, Owen," Cam shot back, "I don't think it's funny anymore. I know you aren't Tristan's biggest fan, but still!"
"How can I be mean to somebody that doesn't even fucking exist?" Owen said in outrage.
"Well good thing he does exist, then!" Owen put a hand on Cam's shoulde,r but the gesture was anything but friendly.
"Seriously, Cam, do you need some fucking help, because I have never in my life had a brother, and I'm certain he wouldn't be this gay, theatre nerd you're describing to me."
"Wow, great acceptance there, Owen," Cam nearly hissed, feeling himself becoming slowly more and more irritated with the male in front of him, "What's the big deal? Are you mad at him because he's in the hospital 'cuz he made a stupid mistake, because that'd be really becoming of you to say."
"WHAT IN THE FLYING FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, CAM?" Owen roared at the brunette male, "I have never had a brother who'd kill people for the meat dress lady, I don't even like Katie, so I'd never let anybody I like be around that bitch, much less a sibling, but I don't have a motherfucking sibling at my house. My parents didn't want another kid after me 'cuz they only wanted one kid, so that means I don't have a brother or a sister, or are you not sure what a sibling is when you have 3 or 4 of your own? I don't know if you're trying to mock me for the DVD or whatever, or if this is some joke from Dallas or whatever, but this shit is not funny!" Cam slapped the hand on his shoulder off of it.
"Here!" Cam said in frustration, pulling out his phone. He quickly pulled out a photo that Maya sent to him of when she, Tristan, Miles, and Tori went to California. The blonde boy was definitely there, pulling a shirtless Miles directly to his side. Owen's eyes scanned over the picture and scoffed.
"Probably some guy Miles was hooking up with or something," Owen said in derision.
"Or maybe your brother!" Owen's eyes narrowed, and when he talked to Cam, it was with a pointed one that sent goosebumps over Cam's skin.
"Get the fuck away from my house, Saunders!" Owen threw the DVD back into the hands of the brunette and walked inside his house and slammed the door. Still reeling in what just happened, Cam slowly made his way back to his car and called Dallas.
"Hello?" a Bulgarian voice greeted him, "Mikey, am I doing this right?"
"Yeah, I can hear you," Cam said, and he couldn't help but grin at the Bulgarian's child-like innocence at the new technology.
"Hey, Saunders," came Dallas' voice, "What's up?"
"Owen was acting really weird," Cam replied in a little frustration, "He was making up some crap about Tristan not existing or whatever...pretending like he didn't have a sibling." Cam could almost see Dallas' face over the phone, a dramatic eye-roll almost worthy of the sibling whose existence Cam had just debated.
"He probably didn't want the DVD," Dallas explained with a groan, "His parents are those people who aren't very direct, and you can see where that landed up in the Milligan household."
"That makes sense," Cam relented, "but Owen made a very convincing case; it was almost like he really didn't know who Tristan was."
"Let's just say Tristan didn't get his acting skills from nowhere," Dallas remarked, "Hey, now that you're done with that, you should come over to my apartment for some pizza, and definitely bring Ron; Viktor just discovered Seinfeld, and let's just say Ron will have a fun time debating what the best sitcom is."