My Best Friend's Hot (3/6)
My Best Friend’s Hot (3/6)
It’s not a big deal. Honestly, it’s not.
So maybe it’s been a sort of agreed thing that Cameron was going to make them both dinner on Friday. Now, while he’s not going to be hosting a show on the Food Network anytime soon he can cook some things. Many evenings spent watching his mother while his sisters played in the background let him pick up a few tricks and techniques. And he and Damian both know that out of the two of them, Cameron is the one that should be allowed near stove and pots and pans.
They’d planned it all out the same way they do everything else, over breakfast. It’s really the only time he’s gotten to see Damian lately anyways unless Cameron somehow manages to stay up late enough to catch Damian when he’s coming home from a long day on the Glee Set. It kind of leave Cameron baffled, surely he’s not in all of the scenes so why Damian isn’t allowed home earlier in a complete mystery to him. But alas, Damian would be getting off early on Friday and Cameron had mentioned that he could cook something if they didn’t want to go out.
And maybe that small something he was cooking had accidentally turned into something carefully planned; something he was looking forward to these past few days since having made the plans. He also may have gone online just to print out recipes and food lists to make a special trip to the store just for the ingredients he’d need tonight. Not that it was a big deal. It couldn’t be; wasn’t allowed to be.
It was because of all of the maybes that meant he wasn’t allowed to be upset when Damian calls him right as he’s almost finished cooking, the kitchen a mess but the smells of food delicious as they cloud in the air, giving off a mouth watering sensation.
“Hey,” is how he picks up his cell phone after seeing that it was Damian calling. “You gonna be home soon? I finished cooking and there were no explosions and it smells pretty good so I count it as a win.” He jokes, smile bright as he moves to get out two plates from the cabinet that had once resided in the box of kitchen utensils he’d unpacked just yesterday.
“Shit, Cam, don’t be mad.” Is all it takes to make Cameron freeze on the spot, plates in hand and cell phone poised in the other. His tone doesn’t mean to drop sadly, defeated.
“You’re not going to be home?” He asks before Damian gets the chance to explain. And if his voice sounds like that of a hurt puppy Damian doesn’t comment on it.
“I’m so sorry! The cast offered to let me tag along for dinner tonight and I figured I’d go since Samuel, Alex and Lindsay were all going. I didn’t even remember about the dinner thing until after we’d already eaten. I didn’t think- I-I’ll make it up to you, yeah? I’m on my way home now and we can do whatever you want to, okay?” Cameron just mutters a fine and hangs up.
Cameron isn’t home when Damian gets there.
He’s not sure why but he decided he didn’t want to sit around. He didn’t want to be there when Damian got in after his night out with everyone else. He could’ve at least tried to put some effort into remembering that they’d made plans. But he’s not allowed to be upset, of course. Because Damian isn’t his. He doesn’t get to dictate what Damian does and doesn’t do. He’s not his to get upset over. No, he’s just his roommate that happens to be friends with him.
He ignores the three missed calls from Damian as he once again pulls out his phone. He must’ve gotten home and seen that Cameron was not there waiting for him as planned. He probably walked in, and saw the effort Cameron used to make them dinner. Well, whatever, Cameron wasn’t going to sit around and wait for Damian, because he wasn’t Damian’s and that meant Damian didn’t get a say in what he did either.
“Hello?” Is the sweet voiced answer from the other line of the phone, making him stop in his tracks so he could concentrate on keeping the quiver out of his voice.
“Hannah, it’s Cam. I was wondering if you could do something tonight. Just us.” He clarifies because Lindsay probably got home to her and Hannah’s apartment already and Cameron doesn’t want her to come along. Not that he doesn’t like Lindsay, no she’s a great girl and one of his closest friends, but she’d gone out with Damian and the others and the last thing he needed was to hear all about the night and how great the Glee Cast is and what a great time they’d all had.
“Cam!” She exclaims excitedly, a bit relieved, before completely ignoring his offer to do something. “Damian has been calling Lindsay non-stop. He said you weren’t home and you didn’t answer your phone. We told him not to panic but he’s really wo-“
“Hannah,” He cuts her off, because he doesn’t want to feel that tightening in his chest. Damian’s not allowed to be worried about him. He’s a grown man, he can go wherever he wants to. “Please come hang out with me.”
And he’s not sure if it’s the desperation in his voice, but Hannah stops mid sentence and mumbles an okay, telling him to meet her outside of her and Lindsay’s apartment. Cameron’s not sure if he wants to smile because he’s grateful or cry because it’s apparent he’s upset.
“And please don’t tell Damian.” Is the last thing he adds, leaving Hannah confused but agreeing all the same.
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They end up going for ice cream. And maybe it’s his company, in all her bright laughter and red curls as they joke about things only the two of them understand, or maybe it’s just the fact that they are in an ice cream shop that makes Cameron forget everything else in the world and bubbles of laughter are unstoppable. They take a seat at one of the tables in the little ice cream shop, the smell of sweet cream and hot fudge lifted permanently in the air as Cameron takes to addressing his Rocky Road ice cream cone.
“So are you ever going to tell me what happened between you two?” Hannah brings up, a smile still apparent on her face from laughing after they tried making up a rap about the different types of ice cream, lamely finishing it and the conversation turning serious.
“Nothing, I just needed a night out.”
A lie. Not that she needs to know that.
She looks at him a bit sullenly. She can tell something’s going on and that Cameron is a really bad liar. “Well, you know how Damian is. He’s all great for a laugh but when it comes down to it, he’s still just a kid. He’s trying to figure out how to be a grown up.”
Hannah tells him this with a shrug. It’s like she expects him not to know this already. Damian is his best friend. Of course he already knows that he’s still trying to figure out how to be in the real world with real responsibilities. Then he remembers that Hannah has feelings for Damian too. Quite obviously so, if Cameron could point out. She doesn’t try to hide it. She doesn’t have to. She can act like she knows everything about it and not have it be viewed as something strange to have such extensive knowledge on someone. She can swoon playfully over Damian’s Irish accent and just have him wink back in return. He wouldn’t push her away because of her crush on him.
Cameron maybe feels a small tinge of jealousy at this thought. Why isn’t he allowed to be so open about what he’s feeling? Because what he’s feeling is wrong. He can’t feel like this for another guy, especially his best friend. It’s then he realizes he’s gripping the edge of the table maybe a bit too hard so that when he releases it and lets the pressure go there is an aching feeling left behind.
Maybe hanging out with Hannah wasn’t such a good idea…
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The next morning is a bit tense. Cameron had come home and Damian was already asleep, or pretending to be at least. He guessed Lindsay must’ve text him to say that Cameron was alive and not to worry or something. So when Cameron gets up, Damian is already in the kitchen washing a plate that he’d used for breakfast. He’s off from filming for Glee today. It’s his day off and he and Cameron are going to be kept up in the house together while they awkwardly bounce around each other all day to avoid actually talking about things.
Cameron sighs and decides to be an adult and face this head on.
So he stands awkwardly pouring some cereal into a bowl as Damian finishes up his dish washing. He doesn’t go anywhere though, just stands and waits for Cameron to say something, do something, anything. Cameron just tries to control his breathing and finding a spoon to eat with. So Damian makes the first move instead after realizing that it takes two to tango and he’d have to put some effort into this too.
“I don’t know why you’re so mad about this.” Is what he says. Not an I’m sorry or even an I was worried last night.
Maybe Hannah was right, Damian does have some growing up to do. But then again, maybe he does too.
“I’m not.” Is his reply as he chooses to turn around to head back to his room.
Damian doesn’t hesitate to follow behind him. “Really, because you seem kind of…”
“Frustrated? Angry? Pissed off? Upset that you totally bailed on me last night? Take your pick!” And he doesn’t have any right to raise his voice, but he can’t help being upset about this. Something so small, something that should’ve meant nothing, it hurt a lot.
“I-I thought you said it was fine…”
“It is.” He tells him stubbornly and turns on his heel again. It obviously is not fine. “In fact, just go out again tonight. You have more fun with everyone else anyways.”
And Damian is right behind him yet again. “Cam are you…- you’re jealous!” And he has the nerve to say it smugly, like he’s won something by piecing everything together.
Cameron maybe faulters for a second, words sputtering into nothing before he looks down sadly, just defeated and not wanting to fight anymore. “No, I just thought. I wanted to actually see you and not just over breakfast when you’re half asleep. I wanted to spend time with my best friend and maybe then he’d notice that we haven’t really done anything together since we moved in and that maybe you’d notice important things like how me and Macy obviously aren’t together anymore.”
It’s silent for a few seconds as Damian takes everything in and Cameron stands a bit ashamed while gripping his arm with the opposite hand and biting down on his cheek as he waits for Damian to say something, anything.
“I didn’t know.”
“You haven’t noticed much of anything lately…” But he doesn’t feel like elaborating on all the things Damian clearly isn’t getting about him anymore. So instead he opts for leaving to his room, appetite gone so he leaves his cereal. Damian doesn’t follow this time, letting Cameron go without complaint this time.
It’s not a big deal. Honestly, it’s not.
So maybe it’s been a sort of agreed thing that Cameron was going to make them both dinner on Friday. Now, while he’s not going to be hosting a show on the Food Network anytime soon he can cook some things. Many evenings spent watching his mother while his sisters played in the background let him pick up a few tricks and techniques. And he and Damian both know that out of the two of them, Cameron is the one that should be allowed near stove and pots and pans.
They’d planned it all out the same way they do everything else, over breakfast. It’s really the only time he’s gotten to see Damian lately anyways unless Cameron somehow manages to stay up late enough to catch Damian when he’s coming home from a long day on the Glee Set. It kind of leave Cameron baffled, surely he’s not in all of the scenes so why Damian isn’t allowed home earlier in a complete mystery to him. But alas, Damian would be getting off early on Friday and Cameron had mentioned that he could cook something if they didn’t want to go out.
And maybe that small something he was cooking had accidentally turned into something carefully planned; something he was looking forward to these past few days since having made the plans. He also may have gone online just to print out recipes and food lists to make a special trip to the store just for the ingredients he’d need tonight. Not that it was a big deal. It couldn’t be; wasn’t allowed to be.
It was because of all of the maybes that meant he wasn’t allowed to be upset when Damian calls him right as he’s almost finished cooking, the kitchen a mess but the smells of food delicious as they cloud in the air, giving off a mouth watering sensation.
“Hey,” is how he picks up his cell phone after seeing that it was Damian calling. “You gonna be home soon? I finished cooking and there were no explosions and it smells pretty good so I count it as a win.” He jokes, smile bright as he moves to get out two plates from the cabinet that had once resided in the box of kitchen utensils he’d unpacked just yesterday.
“Shit, Cam, don’t be mad.” Is all it takes to make Cameron freeze on the spot, plates in hand and cell phone poised in the other. His tone doesn’t mean to drop sadly, defeated.
“You’re not going to be home?” He asks before Damian gets the chance to explain. And if his voice sounds like that of a hurt puppy Damian doesn’t comment on it.
“I’m so sorry! The cast offered to let me tag along for dinner tonight and I figured I’d go since Samuel, Alex and Lindsay were all going. I didn’t even remember about the dinner thing until after we’d already eaten. I didn’t think- I-I’ll make it up to you, yeah? I’m on my way home now and we can do whatever you want to, okay?” Cameron just mutters a fine and hangs up.
Cameron isn’t home when Damian gets there.
He’s not sure why but he decided he didn’t want to sit around. He didn’t want to be there when Damian got in after his night out with everyone else. He could’ve at least tried to put some effort into remembering that they’d made plans. But he’s not allowed to be upset, of course. Because Damian isn’t his. He doesn’t get to dictate what Damian does and doesn’t do. He’s not his to get upset over. No, he’s just his roommate that happens to be friends with him.
He ignores the three missed calls from Damian as he once again pulls out his phone. He must’ve gotten home and seen that Cameron was not there waiting for him as planned. He probably walked in, and saw the effort Cameron used to make them dinner. Well, whatever, Cameron wasn’t going to sit around and wait for Damian, because he wasn’t Damian’s and that meant Damian didn’t get a say in what he did either.
“Hello?” Is the sweet voiced answer from the other line of the phone, making him stop in his tracks so he could concentrate on keeping the quiver out of his voice.
“Hannah, it’s Cam. I was wondering if you could do something tonight. Just us.” He clarifies because Lindsay probably got home to her and Hannah’s apartment already and Cameron doesn’t want her to come along. Not that he doesn’t like Lindsay, no she’s a great girl and one of his closest friends, but she’d gone out with Damian and the others and the last thing he needed was to hear all about the night and how great the Glee Cast is and what a great time they’d all had.
“Cam!” She exclaims excitedly, a bit relieved, before completely ignoring his offer to do something. “Damian has been calling Lindsay non-stop. He said you weren’t home and you didn’t answer your phone. We told him not to panic but he’s really wo-“
“Hannah,” He cuts her off, because he doesn’t want to feel that tightening in his chest. Damian’s not allowed to be worried about him. He’s a grown man, he can go wherever he wants to. “Please come hang out with me.”
And he’s not sure if it’s the desperation in his voice, but Hannah stops mid sentence and mumbles an okay, telling him to meet her outside of her and Lindsay’s apartment. Cameron’s not sure if he wants to smile because he’s grateful or cry because it’s apparent he’s upset.
“And please don’t tell Damian.” Is the last thing he adds, leaving Hannah confused but agreeing all the same.
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They end up going for ice cream. And maybe it’s his company, in all her bright laughter and red curls as they joke about things only the two of them understand, or maybe it’s just the fact that they are in an ice cream shop that makes Cameron forget everything else in the world and bubbles of laughter are unstoppable. They take a seat at one of the tables in the little ice cream shop, the smell of sweet cream and hot fudge lifted permanently in the air as Cameron takes to addressing his Rocky Road ice cream cone.
“So are you ever going to tell me what happened between you two?” Hannah brings up, a smile still apparent on her face from laughing after they tried making up a rap about the different types of ice cream, lamely finishing it and the conversation turning serious.
“Nothing, I just needed a night out.”
A lie. Not that she needs to know that.
She looks at him a bit sullenly. She can tell something’s going on and that Cameron is a really bad liar. “Well, you know how Damian is. He’s all great for a laugh but when it comes down to it, he’s still just a kid. He’s trying to figure out how to be a grown up.”
Hannah tells him this with a shrug. It’s like she expects him not to know this already. Damian is his best friend. Of course he already knows that he’s still trying to figure out how to be in the real world with real responsibilities. Then he remembers that Hannah has feelings for Damian too. Quite obviously so, if Cameron could point out. She doesn’t try to hide it. She doesn’t have to. She can act like she knows everything about it and not have it be viewed as something strange to have such extensive knowledge on someone. She can swoon playfully over Damian’s Irish accent and just have him wink back in return. He wouldn’t push her away because of her crush on him.
Cameron maybe feels a small tinge of jealousy at this thought. Why isn’t he allowed to be so open about what he’s feeling? Because what he’s feeling is wrong. He can’t feel like this for another guy, especially his best friend. It’s then he realizes he’s gripping the edge of the table maybe a bit too hard so that when he releases it and lets the pressure go there is an aching feeling left behind.
Maybe hanging out with Hannah wasn’t such a good idea…
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The next morning is a bit tense. Cameron had come home and Damian was already asleep, or pretending to be at least. He guessed Lindsay must’ve text him to say that Cameron was alive and not to worry or something. So when Cameron gets up, Damian is already in the kitchen washing a plate that he’d used for breakfast. He’s off from filming for Glee today. It’s his day off and he and Cameron are going to be kept up in the house together while they awkwardly bounce around each other all day to avoid actually talking about things.
Cameron sighs and decides to be an adult and face this head on.
So he stands awkwardly pouring some cereal into a bowl as Damian finishes up his dish washing. He doesn’t go anywhere though, just stands and waits for Cameron to say something, do something, anything. Cameron just tries to control his breathing and finding a spoon to eat with. So Damian makes the first move instead after realizing that it takes two to tango and he’d have to put some effort into this too.
“I don’t know why you’re so mad about this.” Is what he says. Not an I’m sorry or even an I was worried last night.
Maybe Hannah was right, Damian does have some growing up to do. But then again, maybe he does too.
“I’m not.” Is his reply as he chooses to turn around to head back to his room.
Damian doesn’t hesitate to follow behind him. “Really, because you seem kind of…”
“Frustrated? Angry? Pissed off? Upset that you totally bailed on me last night? Take your pick!” And he doesn’t have any right to raise his voice, but he can’t help being upset about this. Something so small, something that should’ve meant nothing, it hurt a lot.
“I-I thought you said it was fine…”
“It is.” He tells him stubbornly and turns on his heel again. It obviously is not fine. “In fact, just go out again tonight. You have more fun with everyone else anyways.”
And Damian is right behind him yet again. “Cam are you…- you’re jealous!” And he has the nerve to say it smugly, like he’s won something by piecing everything together.
Cameron maybe faulters for a second, words sputtering into nothing before he looks down sadly, just defeated and not wanting to fight anymore. “No, I just thought. I wanted to actually see you and not just over breakfast when you’re half asleep. I wanted to spend time with my best friend and maybe then he’d notice that we haven’t really done anything together since we moved in and that maybe you’d notice important things like how me and Macy obviously aren’t together anymore.”
It’s silent for a few seconds as Damian takes everything in and Cameron stands a bit ashamed while gripping his arm with the opposite hand and biting down on his cheek as he waits for Damian to say something, anything.
“I didn’t know.”
“You haven’t noticed much of anything lately…” But he doesn’t feel like elaborating on all the things Damian clearly isn’t getting about him anymore. So instead he opts for leaving to his room, appetite gone so he leaves his cereal. Damian doesn’t follow this time, letting Cameron go without complaint this time.