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Post by * / kennedy carlisle on Jul 31, 2008 15:40:07 GMT -5
Dee’s eyes watched the clock on the wall as the seconds ticked away from three minutes left on her shift at the restaurant. She heard the familiar laugh of one of her co-workers, grinning as she asked, “What’re you laughing at? I’m eager to get off work is all?” Her friend laughed, responding good naturedly, “Yeah, like you are every night, but particularly when I know you’re hanging out with Cameron.” She made kissing noises, making Dee roll her eyes and grin, shaking her head as she denied it vehemently, “He’s my best friend, of course I like hanging out with him.” The other girl laughed, rolling her eyes on her way back to the kitchen, speaking as she walked away, “Mark my words girly, you and that boy were meant for each other.” She glanced back at the clock, watching the clock finally hit eight o clock, her fingers nimbly untying the knot on her white apron, dashing back into the back room, hanging up her apron with her notebook and pen, grabbing the bag that held her clothes. She pushed the door closed with her foot, pulling off the standard black pants and white polo shirt that was her uniform and tossing it into her bag, hanging it on the hook with the apron. On went her familiar black sweatpants and grey t-shirt, a baggy brown jacket resting over the top of it all – Cameron’s of course. She grabbed her hat, sliding it on her head, pulling her brown hair through the back, grabbing her bag and waking out the back. The first time she’d gone home for the night, the manager had almost killed her for walking through the restaurant. Apparently she detracted from the atmosphere of the whole thing, what with her baggy “ghetto style” clothing, as he’d so bluntly put it the first time around. She smiled and waved to her friends, walking out the bag door and into the cooling night air. She turned the corner, heading to the corner to catch the bus that ran by at eight o seven.
She jogged to the corner, eyes catching on the bus as it came to a halt as she got there, making her grin at her lucky timing. She grinned at the driver, the same one who’d been driving for the four months she’d been working here, handing him the one dollar twenty five that got her home four times a week. She plopped down in a seat near the front, her bag hanging loosely by her side. She wasn’t worried about anyone thinking her for easy prey, for two reasons. One, the first guy who’d tried to take her bag had ended up with a pretty shiner, and two, Bailey was her cousin, and he had to be the most overbearing and protective cousin ever – and pretty much everyone was aware of this. She grinned at the thought of it, pulling the brim of her hat down over her eyes a little more, knowing the route home by heart, and she knew there was about fifteen more minutes before he pulled up outside the USC campus, and even then it’d take her five minutes to walk to her dorm. Her mind drifted over many thoughts as she sat as patiently as she could, tapping her foot on the floor of the bus gently, unable to sit still for too long. Her mom had always joked that Dee needed to be on Ritalin, though no one had ever actually given it to her. She hid the sadness in her eyes at the thought of her mom. It’d been fourteen years now, and she still couldn’t think about them without hurting inside. The only time she felt like things were really free for her, were when she was dancing, letting loose and showing what she was made of. She had to smile at the thought, knowing that she was going to drag Cam out with her tonight, no matter what he said. He could never turn her down when she wanted to go dance – and for good reason. The two were best friends, and quite possibly the best matched dance pair in their entire class at college. She’d taught him everything she knew about street dance, and they were good.
Finally she felt the bus slide to a stop, pushing herself off the seat and to her feet, hopping off the bus with a jump, shifting her bag as she began to walk towards the dorms. She felt the familiar feeling of eyes on her as she walked, keeping her eyes up and sharp. It seemed like everyone at the school knew she was riding on a scholarship – and apparently it made them lesser than them. The first time she’d felt that many eyes on her, she’d almost cracked under it, but now she had a better way of dealing with it. It never ceased to really amaze people when she stared right back at them unabashedly. She didn’t really see any of them anyway, it was more like they passed through her vision, but she didn’t really acknowledge them. She didn’t feel like she belonged many places in this city, but USC was a good college, and a full scholarship there would assure she could get a halfway decent job in the future. She didn’t feel at home in the fancy restaurant where she waited tables, and she didn’t even like it, but the tips were good, and they paid a couple dollars above minimum wage, which was a lot better than some of the places around her school. She felt out of place everywhere except her dance class and at the club. Her class consisted mostly of classically trained dancers, with the exception of a few street dancers who were scholarship kids like her, her best friend Cam included in those kids. The thought of him made her smile a little as she jogged up the stairs to her dorm, pushing the doors open with her arm, jogging up to the second level and unlocking her door quickly. She closed it behind her, dropping her bad by the door, not bothering to put it in her room. She kicked off her shoes as she walked in, watching them slide under her bed, tugging off her sweatpants and the shirt and jacket she didn’t even like. She tossed her hat on the bed, opening her mess of a closet.
She grabbed her capris, sliding them on over her legs, grabbing one of the high rising spaghetti strapped shirts that were all over her closet, grabbing a similarly coloured jacket, slipping it over her shoulders. She wandered to the other end of her bedroom, grabbing the black hat and slipping it back on over her head, locating her shoes and sliding them on over her feet. She’d never been one of those girls who took ages to get ready, and it was easier to be that way. She wandered back into the main area of her messy dorm room, opening her fridge and pulling out the leftovers of her Chinese food from the night before. She dumped it on one of her plates, shoving it in the microwave and hitting a few buttons, leaning against the counter as she waited for it to heat up suitably. Her fingers drummed on her am as she waited, knowing that Cam wasn’t aware that they’d be going out, but if he knew her half as well as he said he did, then he’d know that the chances of her wanting to go dance, were higher than not. She tended to do this almost every night that she had work, since it released all the stress that got built up during her four hour shift of serving uppity rich bitches who hated their food if there was one thing wrong with it. The ding of her food distracted her, grabbing her food from the microwave, grabbing a fork and shovelling a forkful of noodles into her mouth. A noise from her doorway made her look up, noodles hanging out of her mouth as she looked up at her best friend, snorting at the look of half disgust and half amusement that was plastered all over his face as he looked at her. She finished the spoonful of food, chewing it quickly before she spoke, her tone decisive and non-compromising, “By the way, we’re going out tonight, for two reasons. One, I need to relax. Two, Bailey’s latest threat is that if he sees you in my dorm, he’s gonna remove your penis with tweezers.”
She shrugged it off, feigning nonchalance before busting up a little, waking over to hug her friend properly before returning to the steaming Chinese food. She took another bite of it, holding out a forkful to the boy who now stood by her, watching him eat it quickly, feigning indignance as she spoke, “You ate my food!” She laughed, taking another bite of the horribly deep fried rice and vegetables that remained on her plate, accompanied by some greasy meat type thing. From under the brim of her hat, she glanced up at the boy standing next to her, hiding the fact that she was checking him out. Somewhere along the lines of growing up, she’d ended up with a really good looking best friend. All her co-workers made comments if he came at the end of her shift, and her friends in class always told her she was lucky to have such a good looking piece of ‘eye candy’ as they put it. It made her laugh, considering she knew him when he was the social outcast of his lifestyle, and no one really thought of him like that. To her, there would always be a part of her that saw him as the nervous eleven year old rich boy who everyone wanted to pick on. Obviously he wasn’t that boy anymore, but it was so strange to see him having grown up into a good looking, confident street dancer, and obviously her best friend. She glanced back down at her food, constantly worried that maybe one day he’d catch her looking at him like that, and then make her feel stupid about it. She knew it wasn’t like him to do that, but there was always that piece of her that made her ask why she had some guy like him, being her best friend – and apparently wanting to be more than that, according to sources. She downplayed it, and was pretty much convinced it was a little crush or something, not because she didn’t want him to like her, but because it made her nervous, and stirred feelings she didn’t quite understand.
tagged for • cameron street.
word count • 1790.
post notes • bahaha, they rock.
post status • finished.
current music • break the ice - britney spears.
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Post by cameron street. on Aug 3, 2008 4:57:24 GMT -5
  seasons are changing and waves are crashing ,[/i][/color][/size] I CAN SHOW YOU, I'LL BE THE ONE ![/color][/font][/center] Cameron Street's eyes were glued to the television that was in his dorm room as he watched a recorded soccer game. He pumped his fists in the air as he saw the star forward sprint down the field, dodging the other team as he got closer to the goal. The soccer player moved him right leg backwards as he got ready to kick the black-and-white ball, his foot crashed against the ball and the ball soared in the air. The ball crashed against the white mesh net as the goalie misssed the ball and fell to the ground. The crowd jumped to its feet and roars and screams filled the stadium. A second later, Cameron found himself on his feet pumping his fist in the air. The tall, muscular blond was a huge soccer fan and he used to play when he was younger, it was a passion of his but when his father died it died down. He used to kick the soccer ball as hard as he could against the brick wall of his old house before his love of the game began to simmer down. Before he knew it, it was all gone but when he met his best friend and love of his life, Dee, it slowly became to come back. He played occassionally with the kids in his neighborhood after-school but then he began to watch it more on television. Now, he was as obsessed as he used to be but dance was his number-one passion. Not that girly ballet shit but hardcore street dance. When the game finally ended he shut off the television and then his Blackberry began to vibrate in the pocket of his jeans. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and read the text from Dee. Ah, of course she has seen his phone's background 'cause he stole his phone from his yesterday. Cam's fingers began to sprint across the key-pad as he texted his best friend back. But you are the most important thing in my life ! And that photo of you is adorable. What else was I supposed to use ? Yeah, we should. I heard of this new club downtown that is amazing, Cam texted. When he pressed 'send' his heart did a back-flip. Yeah, Cameron Dean Street was madly in love with his best friend.
[/color] He doesn't know what he would do without his petite brunette. When Cam first laid eyes on her eight years ago he knew that she was somebody special, and she is. Whenever he is feeling down he can look for comfort in his tiny dancer and whenever Tiny Dancer came on, on his iPod images of her began to dance around in his head. They were practically glued-at-the-hip 'cause when they were apart it was only for a second. Okay, maybe when she has a shift or he does or class. But other than that they hung out constantly 'cause that's what they do. Cam would do anything for her since the only person he ever loved was Dee. His Dee. He didn't want to sound all over-protecive and possessive since they weren't even a couple but Cam had plans for that in mind. Even though her pain-in-the-ass, over-protective cousin has been constantly sending him death threats nothing has changed on how he felt for her. He loved her so much that it hurts. Strange but that's how he feels. Even if Bailey had a knife to his throat he still would be in love with her and there's nothing that anyone could do about it. Even though he missed his parents so damn much but if they didn't die he probably would of never met Dee. That would be a tragedy to him 'cause ever since his parents' accident she was the best thing that happened to him. She was there for him every step of the way, like, he was with all of her troubles. Cam misses his parents so much and if they hadn't of died he wouldn't of been in the system, and he wouldn't of met his true soulmate. It was fate but Cam hated not having his parents, they would of loved Dee. Everything about her. From quirkness and carefree-ness to her determination and loyalty. Cam loves everything about Dee from her good qualities to her flaws, she makes him so happy. So, good inside. He goes crazy when she's not with him 'cause she completes him. Without her Cam doesn't know how he would survive. She was his everything but he doesn't have the balls to tell her that. Fuck.[/color] The infatuated blond looked around his messy dorm room for his shoes. He was fine with the jeans and wife-beater he had on but he needed his shoes. Cam picked up a few shirts looking to see if they are buried underneath. Nada. He jumped to the floor and looked underneath the bed and pulled out the pair of shoes. He slipped them over his white socks and laced up the white laces. He stood up from the floor and slipped on a black hat which shaded his face, and he turned off the lights as he left his dorm room. He locked the door before heading off to Dee's dorm room. After replying to a few more texts he opened the door to her room and walked in. She really didn't care if he did that since who else would show up? He saw his petite love sitting down with noodles hanging out of her mouth and he tried his best to not crack up. "Hungry much, Dee? I'm sorry but I just had to laugh!" Now, he was cracking up when she finished the noodles he walked over and sat down next to her. "Does it look like I give a shit? I swear, he needs to back off - it's not like we are dating. But I'd like to keep my man-ly parts." Cam wanted to date her so much that it hurt him, he loves her so much. Nothing else mattered to him. Nothing. "But I'm fine with going out 'cause I heard of a new club, we must check out. Some good local dee-jay is playing there and he's one of the best. Cam loves to dance and especially with Dee, she just made everything easy for him. She was the one who taught him everything he knew but they learned some new moves together, he was the one who told her about USC. He wanted the best for Dee and college was the best for her. Cam was protective of Dee but he wouldn't kill a guy for talking to her but if she needed him he was there. There for her twenty-four-seven, his motto. God, he was in love. Cam just wanted to tell her how he's been in love with her since he met her. No other girl was as good as she was to him and he only wanted her.[/color] Whenever Dee hugged him he felt like he was on fire. He just wanted to wrap his arms and hold her tight forever and a day. Whenever he saw her face his heart lit up, strange enough. When they finished hugging each other Cameron stole some of her noodles and popped it in his mouth. "Sorry, I'm hungry." This was the life. Joking around with his best friend and eating Chinese food, he couldn't ask for anything more. Well, besides Dee loving him too. That would be pretty wicked. He took some more noodles and popped into his mouth, munching on it while he looked at her. "Whatcha gonna do about that, shortie?" he asked. Cam felt so comfortable with being himself around Dee 'cause he could be himself. Cameron Dean Street. He used to be that shy rich kid who got everything he asked for but he lost that reputation in that fatal car crash. He wasn't exactly poor but he wasn't rich either, he was living well of what he made so he was good. Now, what was he gonna do? Just never 'fess up to his undying love for her or just actually get it over with? He doesn't know but right now just sitting her with his best friend made him let go of that thought. He was gonna take this by the way it goes 'cause he didn't want to screw this up.[/color] status[/b] : doneee. words[/i][/color] : 1700-ish. notes[/i][/color] : ah, sorry it took so long. it was crap but i'm still getting used to him. il them too. outfit[/i][/color] : cam.music[/i][/color] : we cry -- the script.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by * / kennedy carlisle on Aug 4, 2008 16:06:02 GMT -5
Cam’s responses to her comments about his phone, never ceased to make her laugh. He treated her like his lifeline, and as much as it made her smile, it also worried her. She knew that she’d made people that to her before, and when they walked out of her life, she’d been devastated. Not that she intended to do that to Cam, but she knew that life could be unpredictable, and it didn’t care if you weren’t ready to leave the life you’d made for yourself. It took away friends, lovers, enemies, and let the world deal in ripples, people being affected beyond those obviously in that position to be hurt. Dee would never intentionally hurt Cam, and there was no one who could make her do so, but she was painfully aware of the pain of death, and of losing your family. She knew that other than Bailey, Cam was her family now. If she lost either one of them, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to deal with the shock for a while. She wanted to let Cam in, to let him be her everything, but she was pessimistic, and haunted by the memory of her parents disappearing, and her siblings being taken away from her, despite the tears she’d shed, and the fights she’d put up to be with them. She never wanted to go through that pain again, which led to her whole reluctance to let anyone in, and it was amazing the bond she’d formed with the former rich boy. No one had been able to imagine why in god’s name, the most sour and cold little girl in the foster home, had taken a shine to the new rich boy that no one liked, but it’d worked. He’d gotten her to open up to the people around her, and she’d humbled him and made him part of the system, a normal kid like the rest of them, so he wouldn’t be picked on and teased for his family. Dee didn’t even know why she’d done it, but she wouldn’t have changed it for the world, and she never would.
The funny thing was, she knew how much her parents would have liked Cam if they’d known him, well, the boy that he turned out to be, not the rich spoilt quite boy he had been. It was funny how something so disastrous could’ve yielded something so amazing and productive. Six years of bouncing from home to home, being a pain in everyone’s ass, and then suddenly one person had made huge leaps and bounds with her, and she’d finally found a home. Given, that home had caused her to become scared of aggressive men, and had caused her some pretty serious injuries in her life, but in the end, that had only served to strengthen her bond with Cam, as she’d been able to confide in him, without worrying that he’d interfere and get himself into trouble. Despite his constant worry for her, he abided by her wishes, even if they were hurting her – as long as he could continue to support her and look out for her. She was jerked out of her thoughts by the sudden appearance of her best friend, making her snort her laughter at his comment, nodding vigorously to indicate how hungry she was. She wasn’t worried about how silly she might look, knowing that he didn’t care, and that he never had. She’d been in worse and more embarrassing situations before, the worst of them being when she’d accidentally gotten too wasted, and had opened the door, only remembering to grab her blanket, which hadn’t hid much of her body at the time. Sure, they didn’t talk about it, but she was still mortified about the whole thing, and she still bashed her head against things for being so dumb at the time. She hadn’t quite gotten that wasted since then, and so hadn’t risked that level of mortification since. She loved Cam, but some things seemed odd for her best friend to be involved in. A boyfriend no, but a best friend, quite possibly.
She raised one eyebrow at his question about what she was gonna do about him eating her food. A sly grin crept across her features as she pushed herself to her feet, walking towards him. She knew that she was being mean, but she also knew that using it to her advantage was something anyone else would’ve done in this position. “What am I gonna do? Mmm, this seems like a pretty good start.” She let her eyes wander up to his, the sly grin still on her lips as she stopped in front of him, her small frame not really looking effective next to hers. She rested one of her hands on his chest, her eyes holding his as it trailed down his chest slowly. She was fully aware of the intense effect it was possible to have on guys, but she wouldn’t admit that Cam was the only one she was comfortable enough with, to even try this. She wasn’t completely blind to the way boys acted around girls, despite her never really having anything real with anyone. Really, the furthest she’d gone was a little further than making out, and after the last guy who’d tried, she’d rather hidden from guys – too many of them reminded her of her foster father. Only Cam, with his laid back, gentle and sweet hearted nature, was enough unlike him, to make her fears disappear for a while at least. Her thoughts went back to the current moment, as her second hand slid down his chest, running over the smooth muscles of his abs, pausing for a moment, dropping her gaze for a moment, returning it with a mischievous smile. Gingerly her hands slid underneath the fabric of his shirt, cropped nails grazing his skin gently, tracing the muscles on his stomach. Despite their almost completely platonic relationship, Dee knew Cam’s body better than any female did. She had to, seeing as they were always dancing close to each other. The fact that she just liked touching him, had absolutely no influence on the matter.
Her hands trailed farther up his stomach, pushing the shirt up as she took a step forward, bringing herself closer to him, and biting back her smile as she watched the emotions flicker through his eyes. Her hands trailed over the skin of his waist as she twisted around him gracefully until her arms wrapped around him, hands still brushing his stomach. She pushed herself onto her toes until she was standing against his, her lips almost against his ear as she whispered, “I think I got a lot more dangerous.” Her voice was soft and came out in a rush as she rested against him for one more brief moment until she slipped away, her regular grin splitting her face, though her eyes flashed with the adrenaline of what she’d done. She hid the emotions gallantly, but she swallowed hard when her back was turned to him, a little afraid of the amount of adrenaline she’d felt running through her as she’d traced his familiar muscles, pressed against him. She slipped back onto her sit, lowering her eyes to below the brim of her hat, slurping up the rest of her noodles as she tried to force her heart rate back to normal. She didn’t dare look up at Cam, fearing that either he’d be far too into this, and she wouldn’t be able to deny herself that, or he’d think she was absolutely insane. She grabbed her plate with one hand, carefully putting it in her dishwasher, closing it with her foot, still not looking at him. She glanced up, gasping slightly as she saw how close he was to her. She hadn’t heard him move, but then again, part of the whole dance thing, was being graceful enough to move without making a lot of noise. Noise detracted from the overall wonder of dancing itself, and Dee couldn’t stand it. She was uppity about a lot of things, but when she was just dancing the way she loved, the more noise, the better. Class was where she got uppity about things.
She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, smiling as she looked at him for a minute, trying to gauge his reaction to her teasing, and finding a lot more than she thought. She cocked her head to the side slightly, grinning as she spoke, “Or, maybe we just stay here and do our own thing. I’m not sure if I’m up to going out, and besides, Bailey doesn’t have to know what happens, whatever that may be.” She laughed, her tone easy going, though her heart was beating rapid fire under her petite chest, and she was almost convinced that he could hear it hammering away against her chest. She tipped up her hat slightly, her grin becoming sly as she realized that she had her knew secret weapon. Standing on her toes, her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “Come on Cam, go a little crazy, and let me have my fun.” She felt a shiver run down her spine as his hand brushed her waist slightly, in a way far different to when they danced or were being silly. She stepped away from him, gracefully twisting as she danced away, grinning in her familiar way. She hopped over her couch, messing with her stereo, which was constantly hooked up to her ipod. For once, she was glad that she barely had any furniture in here. She hit the shuffle button, looking over her shoulder as the familiar sounds of Flo-Rida’s ‘Low’ filled the air. Immediately her body twisted in familiar movements, her eyes only leaving his when she could no longer keep her eyes on him. Her brown eyes closed for a moment, letting her body move on its own, not worrying about the room around her until she felt her friend behind her, his hands resting on her hips as she adjusted to move with him now. Her eyes remained closed, lips curled into her smile as she spoke, “It’s your choice Cam, where we go. I’m ... I don’t know, but I don’t want this to be a regular night.”
tagged for • cameron street.
word count • 1724.
post notes • dun dun dun!
post status • finished.
current music • viva la vida - coldplay.
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Post by cameron street. on Aug 13, 2008 4:58:24 GMT -5
seasons are changing and waves are crashing , [/i][/color][/size] I CAN SHOW YOU, I'LL BE THE ONE ![/color][/font][/center] Coming.
[/color] Coming.[/color] Coming.[/color] Coming.[/color] status[/b] : unfinished. words[/i][/color] : dfdsfddf. notes[/i][/color] : sorry ! it will be done, soon. dee was mean ! outfit[/i][/color] : cam.music[/i][/color] : the man who can't be moved -- the script.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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