Hi this is my first ever post so im just a rookie haha, this short story is about "the aftermath" of charlie daltons tourment in dead poets society, i am a richard cameron defender through and through (sorryyy haha) and i beleive that he is the way he is because charlie and the others are so mean. he's lonley!
anyway enjoy lol.
knox is sneaking out past the docks to see Chris, but as he's walking he hears a subtle sniffling sound and small splashes in the water*
He shuffles closer and squints his eyes enough to make out a clear figure in the night*
Knox: ...Cameron?
cameron, startled, drops all the rocks he was throwing and whipes his face*
Cameron: kn- knox. Fuck man, i- its past midnight, nolan will kill you if he catches you.
Knox: me?? At least im sneaking AWAY. who the hell sneaks out and sits on school grounds!?
Cameron: charlie snores.
they both laugh a little, but camerons puffy red face quickly receeds back to sorrow*
cameron: plus i uh, its... peaceful? i dont know-
he starts to walk off but knox grabs his arm and urges him to sit back on the edge off the dock with him*
Knox: sit with me.
hesitantly, cameron sits back down on the dock, knox sits beside him*
Knox: i was going to see chris..
Cameron: ..
Knox: your turn.
Cameron: ?
Knox: why are you out so late? And why were you crying?
cameron looks surprised and ashamed, he rubs his red eyes*
Knox: yeah, I heard you a minute ago... so what's wrong?
Cameron, angeling his face in the other direction: well... Everyone hates me. At first i thought we were all just joking around but i dont think i have a single friend here at hellton... no offence!
Knox: none taken, your kind of a wank.
Cameron: so i've been told
cameron smiles to himself, mainly just to hold back tears*
Cameron: why are you still here with me instead of off with chris anyway?
knox notices this was a little sharp, but ignores it as he can see cameron is in pain*
Knox: you are my friend dickhead. Yeah your a knob sometimes but so is charlie! God if i had a dime-
Cameron: whats your point?!!?
cameron frowns in self disgust as he realises hes snapped at the only person being friendly to him out of pure defense reflex*
knox: woah, whats up with you tonight?!
Cameron softly: j-just fuck off okay?
Knox:...
knox scoffs in disbelief*
Knox: you know i stood up for you. When charlie got all cocky. I DEFENDED you. And here i am comforting you, blowing off my girlfriend and you snap at me? TWICE!? I thought we were friends... i mean... didnt you?
cameron opens his mouth, as if hes about to speak but instead turn away from knox and picks up pebbles, he can feel knox's disappointment as cameron silently throws pebbles again. He knows knox isn't angry, deep down he understands that cameron really appreciated thier talk*
or maybe not*
Knox: ..whatever man. Chris is probably waiting. Bye.
Knox, under his breath: prick.
he gets up and storms off*
as soon as he can hear knox's angry footsteps disappear into the distance, cameron drops to the ground and tucks his head into his knees and cried as quietly as he can. He is cold and tired but he is terrified of being ridiculed by his roomate apon returning to his room. He is stuck. His tears feel like ice dripping down his cheeks in the cold.*
cameron, through tears: Hellton.