Hey y'all. I have no excuse for not updating. Except for school. But that seems like such a used reason... that I hate to be one to actually say it. But it's seriously true, I swear! I've had tests and I've been trying to raise my grades back up, not to mention my extracurriculars. I'm really looking foward to my Thanksgiving break, which starts next week. I just felt really terrible for taking so long that I threw a chapter together and posted it. It's crap, I know, and I'm sorry, but it's something, right?
Anyways, who's seen New Moon? I have!! And I loved it. It was full of Jacob amazingness and Taylor Lautner (aka, my husband) is always great shirtless (when I went the people in the theatre all squealed). I wish there would have been more wolf pack involved though. But I'm not complaining. You should definitely see it. I'm going again Wednesday and I can't wait. And if I continue obsessing, the author's note will be longer then the chapter... oops. :)
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Chapter Two.
"Dude, seriously?" Cam sighed, listening as his best friend flirted in a not-so-inconspicuous manner.
Josh Hotz laughed on the other side of the phone. "Sorry, what?"
"Listen, I love Skye and all. I really do. Butit would be awesome if you could focus on our conversation for like, two minutes. After all, I did just move. Aren't you interested at all?" Cam asked, referring to Josh's girlfriend Skye Hamilton, as he launched himself on his newly set up bed.
Despite being exhausted, Cam felt pretty good that he and his dad were able to get everything unloaded and set up in the house. Sure, it took him all night and most of this morning, but at least now he can crash all day comfortably.
"Aw, I love you too Cam-bo-bam!" a sweet female voice called happily. "But, I'm sorry to say that there's really no reason to be upset that you left. You only moved a town away and it's summer, it isn't like we can't drive to you at any moment of time."
"Josh, is there a reason that you have the phone on speaker?" Cam asked exasperated, completely ignoring Skye's comments.
"We're a package deal, Cam." Skye stated. "Take it or leave it."
Cam snorted, throwing his arm across his face to block out the extra light streaming through his window. "Believe me, I've realized that. It's really a good thing that you two are my best friends or else I would have ditched your asses a long time ago."
Josh chuckled. "So I take it you've been having fun?"
"Sure, sure. Right now I'm about to pass out. But, you know, mom still doesn't understand that I'm pretty much the one who had to manage all of the stuff that was going on last night. Dad went in early to try to calm her down or something 'cause she was about to cry. Apparently we have no eggs to make… something…" Cam trailed off, forgetting what it was that his mother was making, "But yeah, anyways I have to go to the store here in a bit, so maybe I'll find something interesting."
"Well, that's boring." Skye mused. "BTW, tell Sarah I said hi."
"Sure." Cam agreed absentmindedly.
"So there's nothing at all yet? Dude, bummer."
"Oh yeah," Cam laughed, his eyes sparkling at the memory. "Last night there were a few girls watching me out of their window from next door. I would have been upset was it not that they all looked genuinely curious. There was one that caught my attention, though."
"A girl?" Skye blurted excitedly. "Well, hurry up and meet her! I've been hanging around you two for way too long. I'd love the have another girlfriend. What's she like?"
"She had brown hair and these really weird eyes… they were like a yellowish color. They were pretty cool, though, actually."
"Only you would find a girl with unusual eyes like yours." Skye laughed. She seemed tickled by the idea that she might have a new, unique friend in the future.
Cam sighed. If the blonde became Amber's--who he deemed her for the time until he found out her real name--friend, then there was to be much more of her company then needed. Like he told Josh, he loved Skye like a sister, but also like a sister her all-too many sarcastic remarks and smirks drove him crazy with irritation. If she could just tone it down, it wouldn't be that bad, but… well, she refused to tone it down. For him, at least.
"Cameron, honey, I thought you were going to the store an hour ago?"
Cam sighed loudly. "Hey guys, I'll talk to you later. Mom's flipping out again over the eggs. Why the hell we need them, I'm still not sure. Anyways, I'll call you in the car or somethin'." And with that last sentence he begrudgingly heaved himself from his bed, stuffed his phone in his pocket, and exited the room.
Swiftly jogging down the stairs and into the kitchen, he collapsed softly at the table. A light brown haired woman turned from her spot at the sink to look at the boy. "I thought you were going to the store an hour ago," she stated.
"Skye says hey." Cam replied instead, propping his legs on the wood chair next to him.
Sarah looked on as her son stretched idly across the chairs with disapproving eyes, before leveling her otherwise kind gaze back on his. "She's such a sweet girl. When you talk to her again, tell her I said hello," she smiled softly. Cam snorted at the word sweet. Tapping at his leg, she quickly added, "Now get your feet out of my chairs."
Grumbling, Cam did as asked. "What do we need eggs for again?"
"That's such a silly question. A house always needs eggs. They're used for many different foods, you know."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But do we seriously need them now? Can't we wait until t'morrow or something? I'm wiped from last night."
Sarah tutted. "Aggravating your father was not an actual task."
Cam instantly sat up straight in his seat. Sure, he played around a little, but that doesn't mean he didn't do anything. His mom must have gotten it all wrong or something while she was bawling her head off. "But--"
"No buts, Cam. Now get yours out to the store, please."
Despite the word please, Cam knew it was an order. To do now.
Sighing another dramatic huff, he grabbed his keys from the little organizer on the wall with the apples painted on it. Twirling them around his finger, he waltzed to his truck, started the ignition, and rumbled off to go buy some of his mother's precious eggs.
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Eggs, eggs. Where the hell are the eggs?!
Despite Cam's offset demeanor, he was going crazy inside. No debate to it. He was going completely insane, and soon enough it was bound to show.
This store, named The Chickens Nest--what the eff kind of name is that?--was huge. And all too much confusing. There was absolutely no order to it, whatsoever. About ten minutes ago, he thought he found the eggs, but they turned out to be some kind of pink, sparkly, and not-so-yummy looking things. He still wasn't sure if they should be allowed to be sold.
You'd think that a place named after chickens would have some normal freaking eggs, Cam thought irritably.
Closing his eyes briefly and kneading his temples of the headache that was growing quickly, Cam barely had time to hear the running thuds and jump out of the way as two blonde boys nearly ran him over, hollering and kicking a soccer ball through the isle.
"Jesus, Derrick! What did I say about kicking balls?" one of the boys said, grinning widely but looking mock stern. This one had bright blue eyes and a mop of wavy blonde hair, while the other--who was now posing in front of the security cameras--had more dirty blonde and brown eyes.
Derrick turned around with a flash of white teeth showing. "You told me that it hurts the person you do it to."
The two suddenly busted into laughter, being quite loud in the otherwise quiet store.
Well, Cam shrugged, better ask these two while I have the chance. No way am I gonna approach these dang mega-wives, with their snooty looks and snotty kids.
He gave the sparkly eggs one last glare before turning around. And instantly stumbling backward.
"What the frick are you doing?" Cam exclaimed loudly, taking a few steps back from the two blondes that were mere feet from his face.
Both boys gave him amused smirks. The first blonde shared a look with the one called Derrick, before turning back to face Cam with a raised eyebrow.
"So, newbie."
Cam straightened up and tried to ignore the nasty glares that he was recieving from the mega-wives. "Ball Boy Number One."
Derrick chuckled and ruffled the other guy's hair. Cam caught Derrick's eyes. "Number Two." A lot lame, but they were best he could come up with.
Both boys paused. It was a moment before Number One spoke.
"I'm Danny." He shoved the boy next to him, shoving his thumb over his shoulder. "That's Derrick."
Cam frowned. These boys were a little strange, but he wasn't getting any bad vibes from them.
Derrick grinned. "Dude, you look so lost."
Cam glared in the direction of the sparkly eggs again, before finally deciding to just go with the flow. These guys looked fun (even if they were seeming to be a tad crazy) and Cam didn't know anyone anyways, so why not?
"I've never seen a store with no normal eggs," he grumbled. "I'm Cam by the way."
Derrick laughed full out. "You don't like pink ones?"
"Pink's not much my color. Especially when it comes to food."
Danny pointed back over to the sparkly things. "They're over there, you just need to reach way back to find them. We just got some and there's still a coupla cartons left."
Cam eyed their empty arms.
"Well, our friend got them," Derrick explained, passing the soccer ball from foot to foot. "We just came with her for fun."
"Oh, okay. Thanks." Cam nodded at the two, before stepping around them for the eggs. Sure enough, once he reached back--way, way back--they were there. When he turned around Derrick and Danny were grabbing about a thousand different bags of chocolate chips, along with some marshmallows.
"Hey," Derrick suddenly turned back around and called for Cam. " We're--"
"I." Danny corrected easily, checking out some different chocolate sauces.
"We," Derrick glared at Danny's back, "are having a party in a few days. To celebrate school being out. Feel free to come."
Cam thought about this. Was it weird to invite a random stranger to a party? Stupid question. Of course it wasn't weird. Half the time, when Cam threw a party, he didn't know very many of the people that came around. It was a party!
Cam frowned. He must have been more tired then he thought. Never had he doubted going to a party. Weird. It wasn't like he didn't like these guys. Actually they seemed kind of cool.
Danny appeared beside Derrick, his arms full of sweets. "Yeah, dude. It'll be fun. Hey," he squinted, "where are you from anyways?"
"How do you know I'm from anywhere?" Cam asked.
Danny laughed and dropped a bag of chocolate chips. Cursing, he turned to Derrick, "Get those."
"Sorry," Derrick said, "arms are full." He grabbed the soccer ball and gestured at it.
Cam chuckled and grabbed the chocolate. "Here." He handed them to Danny and answered his question. "I'm from the town over. Wasn't really much of a move but it involved a big van and the clearing of a house. Not to mention a new school."
"Lot of work for moving such a short distance."
Cam sighed. "Tell me about it."
"Well," Derrick smiled. "At least you don't have to worry about school for another two and a half months. Summer's just started."
"That's why you should go to the party. Summer's seriously something you should be celebrating. And bring friends. And food. Food's good." Danny grinned.
Derrick placed the ball back on the ground. "Speaking of food, we have to go find Massie. I really want those cupcakes."
Cam didn't bother asking who Massie was. Didn't really care, actually. Probably one of the mega-wives sucking up to the step-kid by baking. "You could just buy cupcakes," he supplied helpfully.
Derrick shook his head. "Nothing like baked ones."
Cam had to agree.
"Okay, well yeah. I'll try to go, I guess. To the party, I mean."
Danny shrugged. "Do or don't. It doesn't matter much to me, no offense. Just means more food."
"No offense taken. Food's big--I get that. Anyways, when--"
Cam was interrupted by a voice talking over the loudspeaker. "Boys, if you are not at the counter in about 2.7 seconds, I am leaving without you."
"Oops. That's us. Gotta go." Danny threw half of the stuff he was carrying to Derrick. "Don't want to unleash the wrath of Massie. She actually will leave if we don't get there."
Cam clutched his eggs and went to the chip isle, thinking that he might as well grab a snack while he was there, and shook his head as the other two boys jogged over to the check out lines. Not quite what he called excitement, but he made semi-acquaintances while he was out. Better then nothing.
Plus, he was invited to a party. Everybody loves those.
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