Long Way Shot


I felt it
The wire touched my neck and
Then someone pulled it tighter
I never saw it coming
I started to black out and
Then someone said good morning

You watch him, eyes tense and anxious as you await what he will do next. Will he move from that picnic table? Or will he wait for her presence once again to greet him?

Surging pity releases throughout your body as you watch the original boy curl against that table for immeasurable hours.

Deep down inside your very core, you feel that you can make a difference. That just by spending much needed time with someone so lonely such as him, that perhaps in future's eyes, he'll mend.

Feebly you make your way to the table, closer and closer you go. Pausing before reaching out to his hand, you grasp it to his surprise. You hold it and feel the cold and emptiness he's radiating and your heart breaks.


I took it as a warning
I should have seen it coming
So now I'll take a chance on
This thing we may have started
Intentional or not I

It got easier for you, spending so much time with someone that seemed to put up a large effort to withstand company in general.

"Want to get some ice-cream?" You suggest, trying to raise those deadened hopes.

He forces a grimace and nods politely.

A frown gracing his lips as he follows you to the car, every so often glancing at that damn picnic table, you lead him to your car that's parked not far away.

You cling to his hand—fear rushing through your veins as you fear to lose what's left of him.


Don't think we saw it coming
It's all adding up to something
That as of some involvement
That as for our commitment
I think I see it coming
If we step out of that limb

A small glob of ice-cream dribbled from his chin and you involuntarily swipe it away. Unintentionally, your eyes make the mistake of staring into his blue-green pools of distress and you try to resist the urges that build and build.

So wrong, yet so right.

You lean forward and kiss him. His lips are terse.

Your eyes are closed.

And he kisses you back.


My heart beat, beats me senselessly
Whys everything got to be so intense with me
I'm trying to handle all this unpredictability
In all probability

He doesn't seem to want to mention that special kiss that you've been pondering about with for weeks; but that doesn't matter because he's finally letting you meet the real, un-depressed Cam Fisher. Even if it's only very few glimpses; you treasure those moments because that's the Cam you've been thinking about uncontrollably.


It's a long shot but I say why not
If I say forget it I know that I'll regret it
It's a long shot just to beat these odds
The chance is we won't make it

"You've got to trust me." You state as you stroke his cheek, your eyes selfishly rememorizing his gorgeous orbs. His eyes are frightened, confused, lonely, willing…too much for him.

"I know you can," You speak again, your voice tender and patient.

"Okay." He whispers, so quietly, that you thought you imagined it yourself.

Pulling his hand gently, you lead him to the picnic table to retrieve his blankets and comforting items. Helping him silently, you carry his pillow and the picture of her as well. Avoiding his depressing gaze, you lead him back to your car to drive home. Because that's where he truly should be.


But I know if I don't take it
There's no chance
Cause you're the best I got
So take the long shot

Every time you feel like you're breaking through his steady strong walls, he always snaps it shut. Like a rubber elastic that just refuses to be read as if an open book. That frustrates you slightly but you don't give up; because your emotions are raging out of control.


I realize that there is all this doubting
That we're both scared about but
Well never see them coming
Throw caution to the wind and
Well see which way it's blowing

Staring up at him again, as you two lay in the field with glassy eyes, you stare at each other. Your hands clasped as he clings to you because he must, and you—because you fell for this little part of him. The old him. The Real him. Him, himself.


And to this pulling on
We'll never see it coming
Until it's much to close to stop

"Puh-lease tell me that she's not trying to lure Cam to like her by using his depression as an excuse," Alicia scoffed. Josh looks away, his eyes unsure and his lips pursed thoughtfully.

"Perhaps?"

Alicia growled with displeasure.

You ignore these suspicions because you're a coward to admit it's all true, but so much more.

And you don't want this to ever end.


My heart beat, beats me senselessly
Whys everything got to be so intense with me
Im trying to handle all this unpredictability
And all probability

"C'mon!" You giggle as you lead him to your favorite place in the world. He smiles, a real smile in a long time. And that makes you so much sure of what you were previously doubting.

"Faster!" You squeal as you bound to the store. You skip into the store as you inhale the best smell ever: gummies. Yum.


It's a long shot but I say why not
If I say forget it
I know that I'll regret it
It's a long shot just to beat these odds
The chance is we won't make it
But i know if i don't take it there's no chance
Cause you're the best I got
So take the long shot

You chew on your gummies as he observes you quietly. "I'm surprised," you swallow. "You are actually more fun than Plovert." He laughs, his eyes a little brighter and brighter than before.

"Perhaps we should hang out more?" You ask through unmoving lips.

"Yeah—I'd like that."


Oh I waited for fact to come of fiction
And you fit my description
I never saw you coming
But we'll make it even though

"It's your fault he's forgetting her—and you're fault you're falling back towards him!" The Spanish beauty hissed through perfect white rows of Chiclets. You look down, your stomach squeezing and clenching in uncomfortable ways.

"No…"

She tosses her mane of black silky hair back and stares you straight in your emerald green eyes:

"Two weeks ago, you agreed that Cam was another pathetic loser with Gregory, how am I—or anyone—supposed to believe you honestly care for him?" She growled, her eyes never wavering.


It's a long shot but I say why not
If I say forget it
I know that I'll regret it
It's a long shot just to beat these odds
The chance is we won't make it
But I know if I don't take it there's no chance (no chance)
Cause you're the best I got
So take the long shot

"—Because believe it or not, Rivera. I think I love him."

Alicia let out a hard bark of laughter when she noticed Cam just walked in the door soon enough to hear your words.

He sprinted out the door with unreadable eyes and you feel your whole body numb.

After controlling yourself, you glare at Alicia and storm out towards where he took off.

You—Dylan Marvil, by accidentally told Cam Fisher—you love him.

Crap.


Author's Note: Yo! Thanks for these awesome-tastic reviews. They make my day. Sorry about the really late updates; I just started up a new account with my friend. It's called:

RaticallyRational

I started it with my friend, "Rachael13". She is new to FF so be nice. (;

Anyhoo, thanks again for the reviews. I'm leaving for California+Texas so that means I'll be on a plane for hours so I'll update on my Mom's or Brother's laptops. I'll try either way!

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-J.H.Q.S.316