*This morning*
Cameron rushed down the street, and flung open the doors to the center. She could her Fred screaming at the top of his lungs. The hallways blurred as she ran faster towards his room. When she finally got to the room, she saw him there, screaming, his face blood red. Tears were streaming down her older brother's face. She ran over to him.
"Hey Freddie. Hey, I decided I wanted to come over to see my favorite brother. And look there you are. Why are you so upset, Freddie? Huh? What's wrong?" she coaxed.
"I- I got scared. They scared me, told me I was being bad! Freddie is not bad! Not a bad person! They told me that you- you weren't coming. Not coming! But they lied! Now who's the bad persons! HA! Liarsliarsliarsliars!" He yelled over and over again.
"Freddie, you have to stop yelling. Remember what I said about indoor voices." she whispered.
"Oh yeah. We have to be - to be really quiet. Yeah.. Shhhh."
"Yeah. You are a good boy."
"Yeah. I'm sorry. Can you tell the nurse that I'm sorry for throwing things at her?"
"Oh Freddie. You threw things?"
"Yeah. That- that wasn't the right thing. Wasn't the right thing. I'm a bad boy."
"No you're not. You just got upset. Everyone gets upset."
"Yeah. Do you get upset?"
"I do get upset. I get upset all the time."
"At Daddy?"
She paused.
"At Daddy."
"Okay."
"You want me to read to you today?"
"YEAH! YEAHYEAHYEAH!"
"Freddie, calm down!"
*later on in the day*
Cameron trudged down the hallways. She just couldn't believe that Fulton was here. And that he always seemed to pick her out from the crowd. Not that running in fifteen minutes late was exactly the most sneakiest way of not being recognized. She gave a snort and decided that she had to go find Curtis. But just as she was going to head off to the music room, she heard the thud of footsteps behind her. They came closer and closer till Fulton turned around the corner slamming into her.
They both fell to the ground. He scrambled to get up, murmuring apologies, but he just ended up tripping over his own feet.
"Okay, you know what, how about you stop doing that? And you just go onto your knees and then we just work from there?" She gasped as he kneed her in the stomach.
"Okay." He whispered, his face burning a bright red. He slowly followed her instructions and helped her up. The whole time his eyes never left hers. She felt her ears burn, and felt it as it traveled up to her cheeks and nose.
"I was just going to go and look for you." He said quietly.
"Oh?"
"Yeah."
"Well are you going to tell me why?"
"Oh, well I was going to ask you why did you call me Frankenstein?"
"It just seemed to fit. Why? Does it bother you?"
"No. It's just this other girl I knew called me Frankenstein."
"I see. Was she special to you or just a pain in the ass?"
"Both." He said with a smile.
"Why was she so special, if you don't mind me asking?"
She watched his face close and the pink hue his face had been turned red. His eyes looked straight into hers, and she flinched under their intense stare.
"She was my first kiss."
It got harder to breath after he said it out loud. He had remembered the little girl that she once was, not what she was. But his eyes had flickered with recognition when his gaze grazed her lips.
"I see, so she must have been your first love. Am I right?"
"No. She was my only love."
"Your lying."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. You have to be." Her eyes had started to whell up with tears. He just couldn't be telling the truth.
"I am telling the truth, Cameron."
She let out an unsteady breathe, spun on her heel, ready to leave this conversation. But he grabbed her arm.
"Please don't go. Don't leave again. I know it's you, Mouse. I know. Please. Just don't go."
She half heartedly look back but couldn't bring herself to look in his eyes. The tears she had tried so hard to hold in had split over her cheeks.
"I have to go and find Curtis." She said, unable to keep the waver out of her voice.
"Can we talk about this later?"
"Maybe."
"Well, then I'll look for you later. Hopefully, I make it through our first hockey practice so that I can see you later."
"Yeah."
He walked around to face her, without letting go of her arm. He lifted her chin so that she had to meet his gaze. A few tears dripped of her chin, making her feel even more vulnerable. She opened her mouth wanting to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out. He kissed her on the cheek softly. He gave her one last smile, and rubbed her arm before he left. She choked on the emotions that went up her throat, all the things that wanted to crawl out of her. But she forced it all down, wiped away her tears, and then walked away to find Curtis. Finally.