Hey guys!! Since some of you expressed interest in a multi-chap fic I posted about earlier, HERE IT IS~
Hope you guys enjoy it, we’re in this for the long hull XD
Synopsis: Cameron catches wind of a mysterious friend of Damien’s that he has NEVER talked about; which is pretty weird because Damien has always told him about the people he’s ever met in his life whether the moment was good or bad.
Now curious as hell, Cameron is out to unfold Damien’s experience with this person by all means necessary, and along the way find out some stuff no one seems to have heard anything about…
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….Oh dear lord I’ve been dying of the boredom I swear. Can you actually believe that I had time in the office to daydream for almost an hour straight? And I ACTUALLY GOT BORED OF IT!? The world as we know it has officially combusted into cheese pie and popcorn confetti….this so sooooo sucky.
I’m just glad to be going back to studying after this…screw work!
Well I hope I KNOW you’re having a blast at your new work place =)
Try to sleep properly though okay? I know how you are when you get caught up in the hype of things. Take care, take lots of vitamin C and try not to overwork yourself yeah?
Damien smiled widely and folded a sheaf of paper in his hands. The letter filled his heart with inexplicable warmth and bubbly happiness. He fingered the edges of the thin paper, and imagined the fine, looping words being firmly inscribed by a 0.38 nibbed Uniball pen.
His fingertips ran across the blue-black inked words and felt bumpy ridges of how they must have been pressed into the paper. He saw a slim ink-stained hand fold tightly around the pen, scribbling in a quick blur.
Such simple papers rested in his hands, yet to him they were so saturated with personal sentiment that a fierce nostalgia and sudden longing seized him.
His hands trembled, yearning for the writer to be in the same room as him again. The crisp pages crinkled ever so slightly.
“You’re such a paradox sometimes you know…” A voice broke his reverie, causing Damien to give the speaker a blurry look.
“It’s like you can’t decide whether to be happy or sad. One moment you’re laughing to yourself like that homeless guy two blocks down, and the next minute you look like you’re about to cry.”
Cameron lamented out loud and sat himself across Damien at the kitchen counter. Since the new addition of bar stools, the rest of the chairs in their apartment were getting severely neglected.
Damien caught a curious probing in his best friend’s bright blue stare and felt unease settling in his stomach. He had a feeling that if he didn’t sidle out of this now, he was going to end up regretting it. Cameron was a devil at spotting intense highs and lows in him mood and tended to make it his mission to discover the source of it.
Damien sighed and tucked the crinkled letter carefully into its envelope. He handled them like they were made of brittle gold leaf instead of sturdy tree pulp, and placed it gently on the countertop.
“It’s from a friend.” He replied finally after he was sure it was safe.
“Made me feel kinda homesick that’s all.” He flashed a cheery smile at Cameron, hoping it overshadowed the gloom he was feeling.
“Hmmm.” The ash blonde hummed and peered at the sender’s address. “Singapore?” His eyebrow quirked questioningly. “I ain’t great at Geography but that is definitely NOT in Ireland. My spidey senses are tingling~”
For a brief moment, a genuine smile tugged at the corners of Damien’s mouth at that last comment and Cameron whooped triumphantly. What good was he if he couldn’t even turn his best friend’s frown upside down?
Cameron’s playful nature subsided and he focused on addressing the matter at hand – finding out what was making Damien’s emotions swing faster than a Viking ship carnival ride.
“So do pray tell, how does ‘Singapore’ and ‘homesickness’ link?” he pried, propping his head on one hand and shooting an expectant look at his best friend and housemate.
Damien mentally swore at Cameron and his flaming spidey senses. He didn’t really want to talk about this friend. Telling even Cameron about this was going to be hard. This strange friendship seemed too special to begin talking about, and the emotions he knew would follow after, were something the ash blonde was sure to pick at.
“I ran into that one a bit.” Damien sighed and rubbed his eye.
“It’s more like I’m getting this…nostalgic longing to experience occasions that have come to pass and meet friends that I haven’t seen in a long time that’s all. It’s nothing really.”
Damien prayed really hard that his explanation would be sufficient and was moving out of his seat when Cameron suddenly slapped his hand on the envelope. A sly grin crept up the latter’s clean shaven face. His shoulders hunched as if stalking Damien, his bright blue eyes drilling for answers. Damien’s blood ran cold when Cameron’s grin widened like a cat eyeing a canary.
A very dead canary. Damien gripped the edge of the counter tightly and cast a wary look at Cameron. Internally he was panicking like a lemming and considered tackling his best friend to the ground for his letter. However the thought of risking it tearing was the only thing that held him back.
“You’re acting awfully suspicious Damien” the ash blonde narrowed his eyes and fixed the look at Damien. The Irish blanched. Cameron had seen right through his ploy and was sinking his huge sharp claws into him.
Damien was going to suffer pointed looks and dogged stalking until he finally cracked and vomited every last drop of what Cameron wanted to hear.
The last time the Texan had caught wind of a mysterious ‘love of his life’ during The Glee Project, Damien had been followed at every single waking hour. In fact, one day Cameron had followed him into the toilet and threatened Damien though the shower curtain as he bathed.
Heck! Cameron had even tried to hypnotise the answers out of the brunette as he slept. The guy was rabid when he was on a mission and Damien shuddered at the lengths the ash blonde took.
That week had been the worst nightmare ever. To the Irish boy’s horror, it had also been the first and only time he had genuinely wanted to butcher Cameron viciously and stash his body in an abandoned dumpster whilst laughing manically in relief.
“Caaam…” Damien groaned and took a swipe at the envelope. With a scrap of furniture, Cameron jumped away, expertly sliding his hostage with him. The gangly boy tutted at the Irish and grinned widely.
Damien tensed and sucked in his breath. He gripped the counter so tightly that his knuckles turned white. If Cameron so much as damaged that letter, he might just snap and do something insane – like blow up a wall, or shove Cameron’s hands down a food blender.
The brunette shook his head and calmed himself, shocked that such a thought had actually passed through his mind.
Oblivious to the agony he was putting his best friend through, Cameron cajoled in a sing-song voice at how little sense Damien was making and his avoidance of the prior subject being ‘highly suspicious’.
The shifting in Damien’s eyes as he spoke and the nervous fidgeting was a dead giveaway that he was hiding something.
The red sadistic monster reared its head from Cameron’s dark recesses, sniffing the air curiously. It stretched huge claws out and fought to break loose and inwardly Cameron cackled when he saw Damien’s face pale.
Beneath that sensitive guy image and witnessed by fewer people that could be counted on a hand, Cameron secretly, absolutely loved making others squirm with discomfort.
It didn’t help that every time he turned the red monster on Damien, the Irish boy would fidget incessantly like he had an itch under his skin, and give him the most adorable deer-in-headlights expression.
Cameron was sure that one day he’d be struck down by lightning for ‘torturing’ his beloved Irish friend like that, but some urges couldn’t be helped.
Underneath his sadism however, Cameron was genuinely concerned for Damien. This month his best friend had undergone a lot of stress. Apart from his debut appearance on Glee season 3, music practice and shuttling from interview to interview, his ex-girl friend Jenna was suddenly begging him to take her back. She was constantly texting or tweeting about him and Damien was at a loss as to what he should do.
Now a mysterious letter appears in the mail, drawing the most emotion out of Damien he’s seen the whole month and the Irish boy looked positively shaken. Whoever the sender was, that person was tearing at Damien and the Texan couldn’t bear to see such a heartbroken look on his friend’s face. Whatever it took, he was going to make Damien talk before those bottled up thoughts eventually destroyed him.
“She’s just a pen pal okay!? That’s why Singapore. We write to each other when we can.” Damien said. His voice grated like it pained him to say those words.
“Right.” Cameron jibed and sat fully on the envelope.
He gestured to the empty seat across him and propped his chin on clasped hands. “She?”
Damien gave his best friend a shaky sigh. He was too tired physically and mentally to continue avoiding Cameron’s prying. “You’re not letting this go are you?”
Cameron flashed a bright grin at Damien. “It’s just getting interesting!”
The brunette sighed in resignation and fell back into his seat. Maybe talking about this would help. After all, whenever he talked to Cameron about things that troubled him, he felt much better.
Damien was one of those people who always dismissed situations that bugged him behind smiles and jokes until they eventually affected his temperament. Like a bottle cracking from pressure, Damien would break down explosively and pour all his problems out before slowly gathering the pieces, melting down the glass, and creating a new bottle to store his thoughts in.
“This is going to be a long story you know.” Damien said uselessly, throwing one last futile attempt to dissuade Cameron.
“Oh you better be starting from the beginning Damo.” The ash blonde swung his legs excitedly and leaned forward eagerly.
Damien rolled his eyes, but the previous hostility he felt had ebbed away into very, very remote amusement. At times like this, Cameron resembled a twelve year old rather than a twenty-one year old.
A very eccentric looking twelve year old. Damien thought, taking in the mess of flyaway air haloing the other with like semblance to Einstein’s crazy hairdo.
“I guess it all started somewhere in March. I was sixteen at that time…”
