The christmas list

By lttlelola

Chapter 3

Cam's List

Authors note-I was going to write this as Cams point of view but it was too weird, I felt like I was guy so, here's the next chappie, in my frame of mind. For now.

As Cam walked into his room he sighed, he couldn't believe his dad had made him participate, he hated Christmas. Well not exactly hated it, he just wasn't too much of a celebrator, he loved what it stood for, just not the parties. Cam laughed as he sat down on his bed and stared at his hands, they were still warm from where they had been on Hunter. "What did Blake say to him? Does it have anything to do with me? I mean he did say he'd get me back for having Blake say that, then he pulled his shirt over his hard chest…"

Cam shook his head "stop it Cameron, of course it had nothing to d owith you, it's just wishful thinking, Hunter doesn't even think of you like that. Although I wish I knew how he could have seen my feelings, and told me to write them down, that it'd help, maybe he was right." Cam sighed and got a piece of paper out, if he had to write a list he might as well write the truth about what he wanted. Besides Tori, and his father knew how he felt about Hunter, and any one with eyes could see that Dustin and Shane were dancing around each other about their feelings. Maybe it was time to tell the rest of the team how he felt about Hunter.

Cam chuckled as he got out a piece of paper and started writing.

My Christmas List.

Hunter

Kiss Hunter

Get Shane and Dustin together, they're driving me crazy!

Beat Lothor

Sighing, Cam folded up his list, and started writing down what he was feeling and thinking, like Hunter had suggested, not knowing whether or not it'd help but he was feeling so many things it was worh a try.

Dear Santa,

I don't know if this works, but someone very close to me suggested I try it. I haven't wrote my feelings down since I was little, but so much has been going on lately I need to get them out, maybe I should start keeping a diary what do you think? Either way I guess it couldn't hurt.

This year there are so many things going on, I finally get to train. Although it had to take me going back in time and getting the Samurai Amulet form my mother. She was so beautiful, and strong. She kicked my dads butt on her first day at the academy, and he was the best student! I nearly laughed watching them fight, it was awesome. She was awesome. I miss her terribly, I thought I'd feel closer to her, but I feel farther away. Maybe it's because I think she knew I was her son from the future. I hope so other wise it'd be weird to be named after a guy she met when she joined the academy, even if it was me. I can't believe I got to see my mom, and I fought my uncle! I can't believe dad never told me about that. Lothor is really Kiya, and Kiya is my fathers twin brother. It was weird seeing the two together, Kanoi and Kiya, weird. Then I found out that I had a hand in creating Lothor, not a good day let me tell you. To make matters worse when I got back to this time and the rangers found outthe new rangre was me, lothor attacked. You should have seen him, flying like he was an angel , then he had the audacity to talk to me! "what's the matter nephew, you don't like the reunion?" of course I didn't and I told him so "you can't choose your family Lothor, and I certainly didn't choose you!" pity, theres always a place for someone like you in my evil empire." It was hilarious he thought I'd work for him? In his dreams, "you must be joking!" that got him mad "we'll see who has the last laugh, samurai ranger!" I must say, it felt good to finally have Lothor see me as a threat even if it was only as a ranger. If I had found out about Lothor being my uncle sooner, I swear I'd have gone after him, ranger powers or not. He turned my father into a guinea pig! Of course I'd be mad!

Then there's Hunter. God, I shouldn't feel this way. He nearly killed my father, but I can't help it, I've loved him since the beginning. When he left I thought I'd never see him again. Then he came back, only to get turned evil again! Talk about bad luck, but when he came back and on our side we hugged and I never wanted to let go, I thought Hunter felt the same but I guess I was wrong. He hasn't said or done anything since then, other than argue with me. This afternoon when I saw him fighting that monster I was so scared, then when he demorphed, it was terrible. If he'd took a blast in civilian form, I knew I'd lose him for sure, then that concrete came down, I froze, I didn't want to even think about what had happened. When the dust cleared and I saw it had missed Hunter, I was up and running, getting there in seconds. I ran over to him and bent down. The concrete had hit his shoulder, narrowly missing his head. I breathed a sigh of relief then, I touched his face to wake him up. How soft his skin is, and when he turned to look at me he smiled, and said it was great to see me. I was so glad he was okay. I didn't even think about what I was doing, I hugged him, and Hunter hugged back. That made me feel so great. He was alive and he was fine, that felt great, but the best part of it was that I got to touch him when his shirt was off. Granted it was only because he was hurt, but still t felt great, and then he tried to trip me and when I caught my self, my hand ended up on his thigh. His breath hitched then, I know it did, because when he looked at me his eyes were dark. We just stared at each other. Not even realizing what my dad was saying until everyone cheered then we realized what was happening, and slapped hands like the rest do, unfortunately removing my hand. That was as close to him in that sense that I have ever been. Then when dad had finished and Blake had got him to stop fighting me, he told me to write this, maybe I'd figure my feelings out. I don't know what he meant by that, but I do know, that he qwas right it did help. I don't feel as bad as I did when I started. I figured out my feelings, and I've taken the first to telling Hunter how I feel, in my Secret Santa list. Everyone knows my writing, and who ever gets it will either ask me about it or tell Hunter. I don't know how Hunter will react, but I love him. he should know that.

Cam looked down at what he'd wrote, he'd never even realized he felt that way about the events leading up to him being a ranger. Hunter was right, writing things out did help he felt much better. Although he still felt the same about one thing. Cam smiled as he got up, and put the letter on his desk and picked up a book. Sitting down on his bed again, he started reading, only to be interrupted by a knock on his door. "Come in." Cam lifted up his head, as Hunter came into the room. "Hey, have a seat," he said motioned Hunter to sit down.

"Cam, can I ask you something?" Hunter didn't even look at him. Instead he looked at Cam's carpet. He didn't want to ask Cam anything, but after what Blake said this afternoon, he figured he'd better say something to him.

"Sure what is it?" Cam looked at Hunter "Hunter, are you okay?"

"Huh, oh yeah just got distracted,"

"By my carpet?"

"Um, yeah well, if you liked someone, I mean really liked them, but you didn't know how to tell them what would you do? I mean what would you get them for Christmas?" Hunter fidgeted, he hoped he didn't sound too obvious.

"Blake and Tori?"

Hunter almost breathed a sigh of relief, "Yeah, he just doesn't know what to get her, so he sent me."

"I really don't know Tori well enough to give gift advice, so Blake'll have to do it on his own." Cam smiled as Hunter, looked up, "You write your list for dad yet?"

"Yeah, and my letter, you?" Hunter smiled, relaxed.

"Yeah, I wrote a letter too. You were right, it does help." Cam nodded at the desk.

"You ready to go turn them into your dad and see who you get?"

"sure."

As Cam got hunter stopped him, "cam, um, could you please not get my list when we choose."

Cam looked at hunter confused and grabbed his list, "sure, come on lets go." Hunter sighed as cam walked out the door ahead of him, he didn't know it but cam and had the almost exact same list, with only one difference, the name.