It was the day to move in. "Finally" Cameron thought. He didn't understand why he needed to leave Texas so badly. Maybe it was to get away from Macy? To leave his past life behind? It didn't matter now. He was a new person, a new soul, hoping to achieve his dream.
Walking into the dorms, the twelve contenders met for the first time. Damian never had been to America. He was homesick, and alone. No friends, no family, nothing but the bag on his shoulder and the pride in his head. He then spotted Cameron, the man who would change his life without him knowing, and the man who would let himself realize who he is inside, without feeling the need to hide.
Cameron and Damian locked eyes, staring intently at one another, having a feeling they've never felt before. Almost like butterflies, but with a sense of awakening and curiosity. "Who is he? And why does he look so lonesome?" Cameron questioned himself, never leaving the eyes of the other boy. Damian, who just celebrated his eighteenth birthday felt like a new man, and with becoming a man, came the sense of curiosity towards others.
The two boys snapped out of the gaze, realizing there were ten other contenders smiling and greeting one another as they each arrived. Before turning to greet one another, the two men smiled and turned away. "What is this feeling? It has to just be the plane ride here, and my nerves getting into my brain." Damian whispered, making sure no one heard him. Damian's accent was thick, deep, with a sense of boyish charm inside him. Ireland was home to him, and he wished more than anything to change his mind and go back.
Cameron finally mustered up the courage to go and greet the Irishmen. Damian, feeling like he had known Cameron forever, ran and hugged the lanky 20 year old, with the hipster style and quirky little voice. At that point, the two knew the friendship would only grow from there.
"H-Hi, I-I'm Cameron…" Cameron lingered, not sure of what else to say, hoping the Irish boy, shorter than him didn't' think of him to be a fool. "And, y-you are?"
Damian smiled, realizing that the boy was nervous around new people, and a tad shy. "G'day, I'm Damian, but you can call me whatever you like, o-or, D-Damian, anything really works…"
"Damo it is! If that's a-alright?" Cameron wondered, not wanting to make the younger boy feel uncomfortable, or have him run off. Considering Cameron didn't have too many friends.
"No one has ever given me a nickname…" Damian stuttered. "I-I love it! Thanks Cam!"
Both boys blushed. They loved each other's company, and more important, they already loved each other. Every contender settled their belongings, decided on which bed, and got ready for the night's slumber. Cameron and Damian decided to choose two beds right next to one another, and to share a nightstand. They settled down, just thinking about their day. When it got to the time to turn the lights off, everyone was already asleep except the two boys.
They looked at each other, contently and peaceful, and when Cameron decided to turn over, Damian spoke words Cameron thought he would never hear….