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Post by camerontroy on Jun 14, 2010 18:47:06 GMT -5
A Whole Year Taking Turns Winding Down
It was horrible. Class had been horrible. It was weird to think that the only thing that got Cameron through his last class was talking to an old lost friend. It was weird to refer to her as a friend, but after that note they shared throughout the period, and the mindless flirting that had taken place, Cameron didn't know what else to consider her. Imogen. Oh there had been a story, a kiss had taken place between them. Cameron wasn't too proud of it. The rash decision he made over the summer, he could have done better with his own mind. Choices made quickly were always the worst, and unlucky for Cameron, quick decisions were his strong point. He always acted without much thought. Funny, because he was always confused on why he had ended up in such trouble. Cameron was a mastermind one could say, he always thought up the best ideas, however, he never cross passed with himself and thought of the enemies plan. In a way, he was a dumb ass. The only thing that made breaking the rules worth it was being next to his best friend, Chace. It made everything worth it. It wasn't like they had some sort of bromance or anything, they just shared a love for making trouble... A common hobby Cam would argue. Besides, Cameron was now falling for miss Emmeline. It was stupid to think that they could have anything, because Chace had dated Emmeline, and Cameron knew that Emmeline was not happy about Chace's new fling with Audrey. Of course, Cam could always play that to his advantage and be the rebound crush. Of course, he wouldn't mean the same to Emmeline as she did to him, but that could easily be a risk he was willing to take. Besides, she'd learn to love him... He hoped.
But here he was, walking down the path to the river. It was weird to him that he had just clicked to Imogen like that, and yet it felt so natural. Nothing was forced back in the classroom, he was just having fun. This would be a continuation of that fun, but still, there was something ebbing at his mind. What did this flirting mean? Nothing. Nope. No. It meant nothing. Cameron was so fast at denying it that caught himself wondering. If there's nothing between the two of them, then why were they going down to the river, to be "bad-asses" as Cam called it? Unlucky for Cam, he could not answer his own god damn question. His mind annoyed the fuck out of him, it was like there was a little evil leprecon in there telling him all the common sense in the world and then when he actually needed it, like when he was going on a mission with Chace, it would just shut up. Thanks. Thanks little Leprecon man. You make my day so much better. Yeah, Cameron knew that he was a teenage boy, and there probably was still some feelings for Imogen that he had grown on over the summer, and he didn't know what was going to happen. He didn't know why he had been such a complete idiot to her and tried to block her out completely. Denial much? It was stupid. He was stupid. But he needed to shut up. Nothing was going to happen, not if he helped it.
The river was in view now, and Cameron sighed, at least the river would calm him down. He thought about diving in, but he couldn't think too much about that. It might make him miss Kaya more then he could imagine. It was a fight within his mind, himself vs. Mr. Leprecon. Cameron clenched his fists. What could he do to stop this stupid guy from controlling his life. His hands instinctively grabbed his wand which was tucked in his robe pocket, but he didn't know such a spell. Imogen might though! No. He couldn't admit to her that he was going insane, that could just end horribly... Cameron turned around on his heels to look at Imogen, but maybe she could help me! NO! Cameron spun back around and kept walking to the river. He reached the shore and throw down his bags next to a tree. It was shaded and cool, which nice for a change because the sun that was bleating down on them was driving Cameron crazy. He was used to not wearing a shirt throughout his summer days, and being back at Hogwarts in the same temperature but more clothing was close to torture for him.
Standing there, he almost forgot what he had came here to do. Oh right, he was here to do something crazy, and bring Imogen along for the ride. So he approached her, smiled and grabbed her arms. "Alright, so this is a game Chace and I like to play. It's kind of like the basketball game 'pig'." Cameron stopped. She probably didn't know what that was. He started again, "Okay scratch that. Basically, we take turns doing really ridiculous stuff that we make up on the spot." Cameron laughed as he backed up back to his stuff and whipped off his robe. He had his favorite cargo shorts on and a dark blue t-shirt. He took his t-shirt off though. With a smirk, he jumped into the tree that his stuff was resting on and wrestled up the trunk. It was a pretty easy tree to climb, and Cam easily made it to where he wanted to be. A low limb dangling over the swiftly flowing river. "Okay, so just watch this... and then it's your turn." Cameron poised himself on the branch and mentally prepared himself. The Leprecon was nowhere to be heard, and Cameron had almost completely forgotten about him. With a growl, he put his hand on the branch and swung down under it, swinging off the branch into the river. The water was fucking freezing, but it felt good to be swimming again. Emerging from the water, Cameron got out and stood there, dripping water. Suddenly it hit him.. "This has happened before.. Me here wet.. You there dry.."
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Jun 22, 2010 10:19:03 GMT -5
it's good to see the sun and feel this placethis place i never thought would feel like home
Cameron Troy was a very confusing fellow indeed. No, really. Normally, Imogen could get a sense of a person through talking to them and putting things together and asking questions and whatnot. But Cameron? He was a fricking weird one. God, it wasn't that he was "too smart" or "too complicated". No offense, Mr. Troy. He was just incredibly conflicting. She didn't get how he could go from being on the snappy side with her to snogging her to talking to her like a normal human being to inviting her down to the river for some weirdness. "Bad-assery", evidently, and he still hadn't answered the question of what a bad-ass was in a way that was generally understandable. A "bad-ass" could mean a number of things. Imogen knew he didn't mean a misbehaving donkey, and she knew that he probably didn't mean an unshapely buttocks, and frankly it was obvious that he meant that they were going to engage in mock-delinquent type of behaviour - and it had to be mock, Imogen would make sure, because there was no way she was risking her Prefect badge over a silly boy who didn't know whether or not he liked a person - but it was still fun to tease him, right? Besides, Cameron seemed to like to think that he was quite the macho bloke, and macho blokes tended to get a bit reckless in their attempts to be "bad-ass" than the average person. Cameron seemed... he seemed like he was trying to prove something, like he was always out to impress someone, but Imogen had no idea who he was wanting attention from or directing his actions at. It certainly couldn't be at her when sometimes he didn't want her attention so badly that he literally dove into hiding. Haha, which had really been quite the hilarious sight, to be honest. There she was, trying to find the compartment for the Prefects, and she'd seen him a few doors ahead of her from the corner of her eye as he literally leapt through an open door. It had really been quite the hilarious sight, and the poor kid seemed quite embarrassed by it at first. She had quite a few more comments to make toward him about it, really, but she decided to hold her tongue. Wisely, probably.
She followed him down to the river, her heavy bag of books slung over her shoulder and making her just breathless enough that she opted for a silent journey. The mass of people heading toward Ravenclaw tower had been enough that she decided she'd rather just carry her books instead of dropping them off, since she wasn't sure Cameron had the patience to wait for her. Or the attention span, really. She adjusted her bag a few times, wondering how on earth she'd made it through the day, going up and down stairs in a hurry with the bloody thing by her side. She glanced at him a few times, amused and intrigued by the fact that he looked pensive and bothered. Really, it looked as though he was trying to solve a horrifically difficult math equation in his head, like finding one-third of the square root of four thousand seven hundred eighteen or something. Probably wondering why he'd invited her down here, really. Well, he'd even said that he was sure she'd say "no", so maybe the offer was a one-time thing out of "politeness only" or something and the fact that she'd agreed was completely throwing him off his game. "Off his game" - ugh, Imogen hated that phrasing, why had she used it? It made it seem like girls were nothing more than playthings to guys. And sometimes, she thought with a scowl, that's all they really were. Though those types of guys tended to go for the pretty girls; she'd never have to worry. And Cameron wasn't one of them. A womaniser or whatever. He was a nice kid. A little weird, and confused, and confusing, but nice enough in that he didn't seem to want to hurt people or bring harm to anyone. She just wished he'd stop trying so hard to make some sort of macho impression. Underneath all the bravado and recklessness was a charming young man, Imogen was... fairly sure. Well. Maybe. It was debatable. She really didn't know him well enough to say for certain, but he seemed like the sort. Ah well. She'd probably never know; if Cameron kept being so hot-and-cold with the way he acted around her, Imogen wasn't sure she'd bother sticking around. She didn't mind having him as a friend, really, and his whole lifestyle at the Marine Biology Centre was really quite fascinating. It was an odd thought, but Imogen even wanted to meet his parents, if only to find out more about what they did for a living. Maybe that was dorky, but they did work with marine wildlife, and Imogen had seen plenty of that living by the ocean. Of course she had an interest in it, even if it wasn't enough to pursue it for the rest of her life. It would be another experience, something to learn from, and she could never really run short on those, could she?
She watched in mild amusement as Cameron turned toward her, then whirled back and continued for the river. She opened her mouth to remark, but he was already moving on. With a shake of her head, Imogen followed, relieved when he finally stopped near a tree as she pulled the strap of her bag over her head and tossed the heavily thing down. Thank god that was finally off her back; she wished Ravenclaw tower wasn't so far from all her classes. That way maybe she could run to her dorm and drop a few books off during the short between-class breaks and her back wouldn't be epically fucked from the fifty or so pounds she had to carry everywhere. okay... fifty was a definite exaggeration, but at the end of the day when all she'd done for hours on end was write and focus and study, then yeah, she was allowed to be a little snippy. She clasped her hands behind her back and pulled her arms tight, stretching her back muscles and then dropping her arms to her sides again. And before she could even register what Cameron was doing, his hands were on her arms and Imogen was halfway wondering if he planned on randomly snogging her again. If he did, she'd definitely put a stop to it this time. Yeah, there was no way his mouth was getting near hers again. Not without an explanation for his weirdness or a date at the very least, but she didn't even want to date him. Friends was fine. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend. She wasn't looking for romance. At all. The fact that Isaac decided another snog was necessary at Alessandra's party, bringing her grand total of summer snogs to two and a half, was making Imogen want to date even less. First off, guys couldn't have feelings for her. She wasn't the type of girl they got "feelings" for. She wasn't one of those stunningly pretty girls who walked around the school with their perfect faces and scar-free bodies and silky hair and with not one fold of fabric out of place. She wasn't flirty or forward, she wasn't goofy or adventurous, she wasn't pretty or elegant, she just... she was Imogen. She didn't understand how any guy could give her a second glance, really. Second, the guys that did seem to like her were the guys she didn't feel she could return feelings for. She didn't like Isaac enough to be in a relationship with him. Alcohol had been a key factor in both of their snogs - snog and a half - and that's how it would stay. And Cameron? She had pretty much just auto-kissed back when he planted one on her unexpectedly. She'd never really thought of him as a dating prospect, and since he still didn't seem to know what he thought of her, well... whatever. Third, she didn't get attracted to guys. Oh, sure, she had some crushes. Caradoc Dearborn was oddly endearing and fascinating and yes, she'd snogged him, completely by accident before she'd even known his name, but she'd befriended him afterward and rather liked him. Rather liked him indeed. And then, of course, there was Benjamin, and he was just... that was just a weird... she really liked him. She couldn't even explain why, he just... brought this whole feeling of security and... oh, bugger, she was blushing! Like, she could actually feel the blood rushing to her cheeks and turning them scarlet. Oh haha, her face is her favourite colour, you win, universe. Thanks for the irony.
She needed to pay attention. She'd started thinking of Benjamin and had completely zoned out, of course, which landed her a red face and embarrassedly glazed look. Focusing on Cameron, she blinked, slightly stunned to find that he was stripping himself of his shirt and leaping up to grasp a low-hanging tree branch. God, was his Patronus a monkey or something and he was just showing off his "moves"? And who the hell was Chace and what the hell was - oh, wait, that Maier bloke in some of her classes. Friends with the Cerberus. Right. But what was pig? She tilted her head and listened while Cameron explained it. Oh. So. Basically they improvise stupidity. Gotcha. Now, what was something incredibly fucking stupid that Imogen could do... and what the fuck was he doing? Oh, no, he wasn't seriously going to-- oh shit, he did. He'd jumped into the water. God, that had to be fucking freezing! Hopefully her stupid thing wasn't saving his hypothermic ass. "You dolt!" she hissed under her breath, running toward the river's edge and peering beneath the water. Cameron emerged moments later, climbing out of the water while Imogen stared in mild amazement. He'd seriously just done that. "Yeah, all we need is a shark and we're all set."
[/color] ... Shit. That wasn't supposed to come out all mean and bitchy. God, the reason he'd jumped into the tank was because of that whole memory of the shark nearly getting his brother. Looking down for a moment, Imogen sighed apologetically and shrugged. "Sorry."[/color] Well, all right. Now she had to do something stupid. No way was she stripping off her clothes and diving into a frozen river. Well... the branches weren't that high. She supposed climbing was an option. How high? She wasn't the greatest with anything super high, but... well, that tree seemed do-able, assuming she could get up. And she wasn't really fond of climbin gin a skirt, but she supposed that was why she wore boyleg briefs instead of the typical girly knickers. No unintentional flashing. God, that would be the most humiliating - ugh. No, Cameron was just going to have to stand on the other side of the tree, where no knicker-spotting could happen. Imogen maneouvred around the tree until she found the lowest branch; then, wishing she was in jeans rather than a skirt, she hooked her hands on top of it and walked up the trunk until she could wrap her legs around it. Using every upper body muscle she had, she twisted herself around the branch to straddle it, making a face as the harsh bark rubbed against her legs. Yeah, skirts and trees really weren't a good combination. Wait, shit, she was facing the wrong way. Swinging one leg over so that her back was to Cameron, Imogen turned herself around to grab the trunk and carefully stand on the branch. She paused, hoping to god the branches were thick enough and strong enough to support her weight, then looked over at Cameron and grinned, hoping this was stupid enough. "Race you to the top."[/color] [/blockquote]
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Post by camerontroy on Jul 2, 2010 12:21:53 GMT -5
If I Were A Boy Even Just For A Day
At fifteen years Cameron had changed a hell of a lot from his previous years at Hogwarts. He was now, the obnoxious kid who got involved with girls. It was weird, even just last year, it wasn't really about girls yet. Even if Chace had been involved with girls, he was more into making some fun out of trouble. Cameron didn't understand why girls had to be so important, but as he grew older, reason became less important. He learned not to care, and just let whatever happen, happen. He was changing all over, and now girls seemed to be important to him. He disliked it really, everything that came in between him and breaking rules was just so, not cool with him. Girls especially, especially Imogen, always had to tell Cameron how wrong he was, how stupid he was, or just how bad he is. Cam knew he wasn't a bad kid, he was him. Nothing bad happened to him, if it did, who would take care of Kaya? He put her first. She was his first girl, and she'll always be on top. He wasn't going to blow things so he wouldn't be able to have her anymore. She needed him. He actually had compassion in one thing, it would probably be a shock for most, but he had it, all in his love for Kaya. Cameron missed her, there were times he could barely sleep because he missed her so much. It might have been why he dragged Imogen down to the river. He loved it down here. The water was just so free, and never ending. It was the way he felt whenever he was with Kaya. Imogen kind of got a view of that world, maybe that was why he was kind of attached to her. Oh Cameron didn't know. It was a mystery to him. Yesterday he was into Emmeline, and now he wasn't too sure? What the hell was wrong with this teenager?
Imogen was just, not what he expected. He had judged her. Wrongly, and he had pushed her away because he didn't like what he thought. It was true that she was sometimes a know it all, but he kind of found it entertaining now. Besides, he could mess with her right back, and it was funny to see how into it she got. He didn't know anymore, he didn't think he knew what he'd do. Right now it was going to be about having today though, nothing scary was going to happen today. That wouldn't sit well with him if he was a jerk to her, because as much as he had been one to her, for once he felt bad, and he wanted to change up his act. She didn't deserve that, even if she had been a nosy little fuck at the MBC and messed with him about the shark attack, he knew she didn't deserve to just get ignored. She had been good to him, and now he needed to be good right back. As he held her arms, he smiled, not because he was into it, but because this whole thing entertained him. What were they doing? Two teenagers being weird. He didn't know what to think, he was new to this whole girl thing. It would be hard to admit for him, but he knew that he wasn't the guy that everyone thought he was when everyone thought about him and girls. Sure, he could be mean, and heck he would, the wrong person is not someone he wants to hook up with. Alright, that's a lie, he would hook up with someone, he did, with her, and he couldn't deny that. But his point was, he wasn't out there to use girls, he wasn't quite like that. He didn't like hurting people with his fun, harmless pranks are fun. When people start hurting, it's no longer fun. The forbidden forest trip with the giant spiders sure as hell wasn't fun. This giant thing just came out of no where and lunged at Chace. Cameron didn't know what to do, but fear was pumping into his system. He never feels anything besides such a joyish rush when he's out having fun. This scared the shit out of him. But he had to be there for Chace. Cameron pulled out his wand and without thinking, used the first thing that popped into his head. "Confundo!" Charms class today, interesting.. But it worked. The giant ugly beast released Chace and began walking in circles. Cameron pulled Chace up and together they sprinted away. Of course, this little accident did not keep them from returning to the forest.
Returning to the water, Cameron swam easily back over to the shore. His smirking smile couldn't be masked as he heard Imogen freak out. Oh come on, it was fun, he knew what he was doing, (only slightly because he had made it up on the spot), and he knew he wasn't going to get hurt. There had been no fear, just fun. It was the adrenaline rush he had been talking about. As he approached Imogen, he looked down at her and tossed his head. Yeah let's see her beat that. But Imogen's words turned him inside out. He felt his fists clinch up and the familiar anger seep through his body. Why? Why the hell did she have to bring that up. It took all of his will power not to just smack her in the face right now, but he would never ever do that. Instead he just whipped around and stared at the water. Breathing heavily and angrily. "Sorry." That was it? That was all she had? Fuck her.
Standing there, his back to the water, he began to hear weird noises from behind. Like the branches were crunchig, and someone was... climbing? Whipping around, he saw a scene that just about made him lose it. It was just so god damn funny! Imogen, wrestling up a tree. Oh my god. It was a good thing this cheered him up. Smiling, he raced up the tree to her side. He stood next her, smiling down at her as he saw her grin of accomplishment. He smirked, "I gotta say, I'm impressed." As she told him that they should race to the top, he just shook his head. Not right now, there was something he wanted to do first. He reached his hand up to brush the hair off of her cheek before he leaned down and kissed her. He couldn't help it. He didn't know why, but he liked her.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Jul 2, 2010 19:38:24 GMT -5
ooc: lol Kerry I'm sorry, I tried to get her to shut up but she just kept talking. Hahaha omg I'm so sorry.
and i ran forever, far away and ii always thought i'd end up here alone
It was really rather unfortunate, but Imogen seemed to have this nasty little habit of easily pissing people off. Maybe sometimes what she said was too blunt, or too true, or hit too close to home, or sometimes she was just being a bitch by intention, like with the Cerberus. Except... she really shouldn't be that way anymore. They were all human. Even Skye Reginald, deep down. But Victoria was someone she was really beginning to empathise with, the more she kept an eye on her, and even Kadence didn't seem so bad since everyone else seemed to love her. Although... well, Imogen didn't know. She still didn't like or trust Kadence. She seemed to be the type that people admired because someone else did. She had an innocent face, the type that people would never suspect of bitchiness or anything, which was probably what made Kiki the most dangerous of the three. Or maybe Imogen was just the special one who got to see the side of her that no one else did. In any case, she seemed to have succeeded in accidentally pissing off someone else. She knew that shark comment was a blow too far, so why... fuck. She lowered her gaze as she gripped the trunk, then reached her hands up to grip the branch above her head and used it to move backward a bit as Cameron decided to climb onto the same branch. Her eyes narrowed a little worriedly, hoping it was thick enough to support the weight of both of them. She was skinny, sure, and so was he, but he was obviously made of more muscle than she was, and muscle was quite heavy. Thin he might have been, but his weight could have still been high. If she had to judge... hmm, well, he was only about an inch taller than she was, give or take. Boys tended to weigh more than girls anyway, and... hmm, he was a bit shorter than Ian, and not quite as muscular, and Ian was what, 180-ish? God, Imogen was horrible at judging this shit. Okay, at most Cameron weighed 150 pounds, right? And she weighed like, just under 130 or something. Could this branch support nearly 300 pounds on it? She clenched her jaw a bit nervously, waiting with her eyes closed to hear the fateful craaaaaaack as the branch broke and she and Cameron fell, but it didn't come. Huh. Well, maybe it wouldn't break at all. Maybe they were fine. Maybe this wasn't such a horrible idea and maybe they could have a bit of fun. Except, you know, not, because they'd barely been out there five minutes and Imogen had managed to piss him off, and even though she'd said sorry, she knew from his cold shoulder reaction and from what she remembered him telling her back in summer that it had hit a lot deeper than was fixable by a simple little "Sorry". Sure, she'd attempted to fix it again with a dare, but... well, obviously there was a problem since he'd deliberately turned away from her and wasn't talking to her. Well. Now, evidently, he was talking to her, but it was really just avoiding the topic and she really did feel bad for her comment, and she ought to apologise before they--
He kissed her.
What.
This wasn't. What. What. What. What what what what whatwhatwhatwhat.
Wait a tick. This was weird. Wasn't he just mad at her? Wasn't he just - what in the name of Merlin's bloomers was going on? Imogen couldn't even count the number of things wrong with this scenario. She was in a tree first of all, and it just occurred to her that this was the first time she'd ever climbed a tree in her life, and she was in a skirt and her thighs were red and scratched from the branch, and Cameron was soaking wet and freezing from the water, and she'd just pissed him off, and now he was kissing her. This couldn't be normal behaviour from a human being. People didn't just go around snogging people! And in trees, what were they, lemurs? Did lemurs kiss? Why the fuck was her brain imagining snogging lemurs in Madagascar when she was currently clinging to a branch above her head while Cameron Troy was kissing her? Wait, wait, was he just one-upping her stupid thing? Was this part of the game? Was he just - wait, kissing her was stupid? Ouch. Well, god, maybe he was just trying to catch her by surprise. Congratufuckinglations, in that case, Mr. Troy, since Imogen was beyond surprised. So surprised that she wasn't even moving, save for her mouth, which was autosnogging back, since she really had a habit of doing that as much as she did pissing people off. Jesus, was her mouth just polarised to the lips of boys she barely knew? Why couldn't she snog a guy she considered a friend, or a guy she fancied? Benja God, no wonder the Trinity thought she was as much of a whore as... no, no, she wasn't going to think nasty or mean thoughts about them anymore. Time to turn a new leaf. Also, Cameron was kissing her. Had she actually registered that fact yet? That Cameron was snogging her? Like, actually putting his lips on top of hers for the second time since she'd officially met him? Oh god oh god oh god she could never lose a book again if it meant that surprise snogs were always going to follow. But still, if this was all people saw of her? Some sort of random boy snogger? And it didn't help that almost all of her friends were boys, including her best friend, and it really didn't help that she made so many enemies with girls, and it didn't help that she didn't even mind admitting that she was more comfortable with guys than girls, and it didn't help that - oh, fuck, fuck, Isaac, he was close enough with the Trinity that of course they'd know that they got drunk and snogged on the beach, of course he would have told them, wouldn't he, and they all would have had a laugh about it together, and had they put him up to snogging her again at Alessandra's party? Oh god oh god oh god if they knew about her kisses with Isaac, and if they saw this? Oh fucking hell, they'd just - this material was too good for them, wasn't it, Imogen The Whore, Sauveterre the Slut, The Ravenclaw Ravisher - okay, haha, that one actually made her laugh inwardly - god, oh god, goodbye squeaky clean reputation, goodbye prefect badge, goodbye potential relationships with nice guys or with guys she actually liked and with guys who - wait, she needed to calm down, she was actually holding her breath while she kissed him and it was making her head spin a little bit.
Wait, while she kissed him? Oh, fuck, he was kissing her, it was the other way around, he was the one who decided that a snog in a tree was a necessity and he was the one who initiated it - again. She had to remind herself that she wasn't promiscuous. She had to remind herself that yes, she talked to guys, and yes, she was friends with guys, and yes, she was comfortable around guys, and yes, she'd kissed guys, but that it didn't make her a whore, it didn't make her a dirty person, it didn't mean that she put out, it didn't mean any of that. She was just. This was just a kiss. Just a kiss. An unexpected kiss. It wasn't as though she'd flirted with him at all, and she hadn't put any sort of moves on him to entice him into snogging her. Hey, Imogen had just pissed him the fuck off. Generally anger didn't lead to snogs. Well, Leo had given her an angry kiss once, after she'd gotten into a small spat with him about how he should stand up to his father and he'd snapped that she had no idea what she was talking aboot - about - and had a mini-ramble about how hard his life was and how difficult his father was to communicate with and how Imogen had the perfect relationship with her parents (HA!) and couldn't possibly understand before he'd decided to kiss her and it had been a bit rough and she hadn't liked it but it hadn't last long anyway - but wait, this kiss wasn't even angry. Which was... the bizarre part. He had been angry with her, she knew that, but this wasn't one of those heat-of-the-moment kisses that other girls often fantasised aboot or anything. This was just a kiss. Just his mouth pressing against hers - and ugh, hers pressing back because evidently Imogen had absolutely no control over her own mouth whatsofuckingever. Oh, hell, was Cameron so desperate for a snog that he felt he had to turn to Imogen? She had a feeling he didn't kiss every girl he came across. So what made her so "special"? The fact that she didn't smack him across the face and tell him to get the fuck away? The fact that she continued to talk to him after the first snog and didn't get mad at him for it? Or did she have a bigger reputation as a snogger than she was afraid of having? Did it get around that she kissed guys by accident? Sirius had been a total accident. Hilarious, but an accident. Caradoc - oh god, she hadn't even known his name, he just turned to look at her and she'd had a thought that he was close enough to kiss and then she'd just gone ahead and done it. Haha, and Aidan had seen that one, too, he could verify that that was exactly what had gone down. Isaac was a drunken... accident. And then a semi-drunk accident. And what the fuck was Cameron? Just... someone who found Imogen easy to kiss? Did other people see her as easy to kiss? Oh god, she hoped not. Was she like... some beacon of snogging hope for the desperate, single and lonely? Except Isaac could hardly be called desperate, she thought, since wasn't he on, er, friendly terms with all of the Trinity? And really, couldn't Isaac have his pick of any girl? He was cocky enough - oh GOD, she had NOT just thought that! That wasn't what she meant at all, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god wait was Cameron still - this was a fucking long snog. Then again, Imogen wasn't exactly helping, since she was in her head so damn much that she wasn't allowing her body to react the right way, which was to put a stop to it. With a small "Mm" of surprise, Imogen finally snapped to her senses and drew back from Cameron, staring at him in utter confusion.
"Okay, look, umm... that was nice and all, but..."
[/color] Oh god, oh god, how was she gonna word this? And oh god, how must this have looked to an outsider? It wasn't like she could take a step back. She was on a fucking tree branch above a river, for crying out loud. And she'd already pissed him off, so who knew how much more damage she could do? But oh fuck oh fuck the words were already starting to spill out of her mouth and she knew that once she got on a ramble she wasn't likely to stop until everything was out and that was what tended to happen when you bottled everything up inside, hahaha, eventually it all had to be let out and evidently a post-snogging rambling session was in order. She took a deep breath and shot Cameron an apologetic look. He was definitely about to get an earful. "I'm just gonna say right now that sometimes I don't understand your motives or how your mind works, and that frustrates me because I like to think that normally I can be pretty decent at figuring people out. But you're a complete enigma and that unsettles me a little bit and it's hard to predict you and see where you're coming from. The thing is, it shouldn't be that hard to figure you out, because you're not that great at hiding your emotions, so I should be able to just read how you're feeling and figure it out in a snap. The thing I'm having trouble with is that your emotions are all over the place and they're scattered and I can't map them out. Like right now, we were fine and having fun and then I pissed you off. Yeah, I know I did. I know what I said was wrong and I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. ... Actually I do. I wasn't thinking, and that was the problem. I didn't mean to bring it up because I know it's a sensitive subject, and I know it hurt you, and I don't like hurting people and I know that it was wrong, and I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry, and I shouldn't have said it, and it won't happen again, I can promise you that. Trust me, I know sharks are scary, I live in Falmouth and we have fucking basking sharks in our waters, and there's almost nothing scarier than being four years old and seeing a fifteen-foot shark with a mouth that can swallow your father whole swim under your boat. Plus my brother was bitten by a shark once - haha, not a basking, otherwise he'd be mildly dead, but a smaller one, I don't know what kind - and that was scary, so yeah, I can get where you're coming from on the shark thing. And I'm sorry, it was insensitive for me to say that. I can apologise forever but I can't take back what I said, all I can do is just hope you can forgive me for being a prat and we can move on."[/color] Whoo, that was out. Imogen swallowed and wet her lips before moving on. "Also, I'm really, really confused about this whole kissing business. Not like, the how-to, because haha obviously I know how to kiss--"[/color] Oh, great, the "obviously" didn't make her sound like a whore at all. "I mean to say that I've been kissed before, I've kissed a bunch of guys--"[/color] She was literally digging her own grave with this one, wasn't she? "I mean, no, not a bunch, I'm not a... I don't like, sleep around or anything, I've never even been with a guy or done anything more than just kiss him or anything."[/color] She stopped, clenching her eyes shut as her face went bright red. That was more information than Cameron needed to know. Nervous laughter escaped her mouth as her breathing quickened. Ohhh shit this was not going well. She was definitely winning the Stupidity Contest with this one. "Okay, basically, it's really confusing, I mean, you're not the only guy to kiss me this summer, and I know how that makes me sound, but like, okay, that guy doesn't like me either, and I don't like him, and I don't know how you actually feel about me, and it's hard for me to determine how I actually feel about you when I feel like my brain is falling out of my ears because of how twisty it's getting by just trying to figure you out. Sometimes I feel like you're thinking too much about what's going on and other times I feel like you're not thinking enough, no offense, and then I get the feeling that the combination of those two is just leaving you confused, which just leads to you doing things like this. Like kissing me. Because I get the feeling that you aren't really the type of guy to kiss every girl, and I don't know whether that makes me 'special' or just easy. And like... it's fine if you have a crush on me, but if you do I'd like you to be honest about it and just tell me if you plan to keep snogging me, because right now they're coming out of nowhere and I don't know what do with them because I don't know what to think of you. Personally, I think you're a good guy, even if you can act like a butthead sometimes, but everyone has their negative qualities and I wouldn't expect you to be perfect because nobody is. But I don't think you know how you feel about me, and when I say stupid things like before I'm not helping you form a positive opinion aboot me. And it's fine if you have a negative opinion of me, too, I don't expect you to like me at all. I guess what I'm trying to say is that... I can't figure you out until you figure yourself out, at least... at least in relation to me. Because I think when you know whether you want to be my friend, or... whatever it is you want from me? Then we can both start acting a bit more normally, like ourselves, and then it'll be easier for us to form real opinions, and a real relationship, whatever that means."[/color] She sighed, her hands dropping to rub her temples a little bit. "Until then, I don't--"[/color] There was a sudden rush of air all around her, and Imogen briefly wondered when the wind decided to pick up when her back hit the water hard and she found herself submerged. Oh, bloody hell, she'd lost her balance when she let go of the branch above her head and had fallen before she even had a chance to realise it, and - OH HOLY HELL, she was fucking cold! The water had to be below freezing, and Imogen flailed her arms under water, kicking out her legs and feeling relieved when she found that her feet could touch the bottom and propel her toward the surface. It wasn't as far as she'd thought: she'd fallen in an area deep enough that she wouldn't be hurt, but the current had managed to drag her to a slightly shallower part and she was surprised to find that her feet could still touch bottom as she broke the surface. A high-pitched gasp of shock left her mouth, followed by sputtering as she coughed out the water she'd accidentally swallowed. Oh god oh god it was freezing! How the hell had Cameron gone in shirtless without turning into an icicle? Her teeth were clattering and her eyes were wide, and she flailed her arms in the water in frustration as she moved toward the water's edge. Oh, great, this was just peachy, wasn't it? Of all the stupid, idiotic, imbecilic, humiliating things she could do, she had to go and fall into a fucking river after running her mouth off to Cameron. Because that wasn't embarrassing enough, of course. God damn it. Fuck her life. She climbed out of the water, glad the coldness of the water made her cheeks red enough that they hid how furiously she was blushing. Stupid stupid stupid stupid. Where the fuck was her wand? It better not have been lost in the - oh, no, good, it was still in her pocket. There was a charm that dried objects, she knew, but they didn't learn that until like, sixth year or something, or at least not until later in fifth year, she was a little too frazzled to remember. Fuck, it didn't even matter. It was a very, very tricky charm, because if she wasn't careful enough she could light whatever she was trying to dry on fire, and the only thing that could make this situation more embarrassing was if she tried to dry her own robes and ended up sending them up in flames instead. God, this situation was rampant with fuckedupery. Flopping down on the grass, Imogen tucked up her legs close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. This was just so, so ridiculous. It couldn't even be real, that was how ridiculous it was. Oh, oh, oh, oh no, she wasn't... she was. She was smiling. Smiling! Well, shit. Obviously, Imogen had cracked. Cracked. Was that what the situation had been reduced to? Insanity? Because really... if that was all that it was? Then her reaction was making sense. And there was obviously nothing else to do. With that in mind, Imogen began to laugh. [/color] [/blockquote]
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Post by camerontroy on Jul 2, 2010 20:23:00 GMT -5
I'll find you in my arms Cosmic Love
It was true. He wasn't going to lie. He was standing here, kissing Imogen, and there was nothing wrong with this. His mind was blank, his body was calm. Could he explain his motions? No. But that didn't matter. Here he was, just kissing her, snogging her away, and not giving a damn what the world thought about it. It made him happy, there was a thrill inside him that he couldn't explain, or even just think about at any other time in his life. Should he admit to her that this is the first time he had had a kiss quite like this? It might be turn her off, but he couldn't lie to her. Well, he could. He definitely could. But he couldn't decide if he would. She was just there, and here was he, he couldn't just straight up lie to her. Because as he kissed her, he realized there were feelings for her. He had buried them, crushed them, thrown them out, but as he hung around Imogen, he wasn't able to deny it. As he kissed her, there was nothing to stop him from admitting it to himself. If he was repulsed by this idea, he wouldn't be doing it. He would be out of this tree, out of this river, and away from here. It wasn't a joke that he truly enjoyed her company. And it surprised him probably as much as it would surprise Imogen. He didn't even know how she was reacting to this. He just knew that she was kissing him back, and that was all that mattered.
And of course, everything had to end.
As she began to speak, Cameron raised his eye brow. His lips smiled as he grabbed her arms gently and looked at her. What was she thinking? Come on Imogen let it out, what are you thinking? Wait. No stop. What?What are you talking about? Hello? Stop talking... This is like, a jumble of words, and I have no idea what your saying.. But she wasn't stopping. Hell no, she had a mouthful to say. Sighing, Cameron pulled back and gave her a confused look, but he let her finish, whatever the hell she was talking about. "Hey, hey, hey, hey. It's okay!" It was like a waterfall of words with her! Cameron couldn't help but smile. "It's okay, I don't know either. But does it matter? Why do we have to have reasons? I understand you want answers, but is that a bad thing that I don't have them? Hahhaha, well, I'm a confusing person. I like to have fun, and I also have a serious side. I guess you'll have to try and figure me out more. And Hey, hey, hey." He grabbed her arms again, and looked her in the eye. "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. It's no ones fault, just sometimes shit happens. It's okay. I don't blame you. And I'm sorry, but I really don't have an answer to why I can change moods so fast. You just looked adorable up here in the tree, I'm not gonna lie." He laughed, it was true, he couldn't help it. She was just up here, trying to be a badass, and it made him laugh. She was trying, and that was way cool of her.
Cameron smirked at Imogen. He had heard the stories of her, he wasn't oblivious to her ways. He didn't think of her as a whore, but he knew that some other girls, and maybe some boys didn't share his same opinion. Haha but here she was, admitting she was used to boys kissing her randomly. Nothing like a nice talk like this to help raise a guys self esteem after making a move. He hadn't done this a lot before, he didn't need to know she had. A lot of people would be surprised, the way he held himself up and talked to girls, you would think he did have experience. But to be perfectly honest, he wasn't really the guy he made himself to be. He liked his adventures, but he hadn't had a lot with girls. Maybe Imogen would understand, but as she continued to talk, he wasn't so sure. There was something about her that worried him, almost an intimidated feeling. Was this normal?He didn't know, but should Imogen scare him? No, that wasn't right. And she didn't. Just sometimes, he felt like she was off doing amazing things, and here he was, not even experienced with kissing girls. He decided he wouldn't admit it to her. If she asked, he'd say he never had a girlfriend. Maybe she'll catch on. She was a smart girl, smarter then he could ever hope to be. For that, he respected her. But he did have something that she didn't. A lack of fear. Besides the shark tank crisis, not much really stopped him. He could go anywhere, and nothing would stop him. He let her talk again, just a long ramble of words that he could only make a bit out. He caught the part about her thinking that he was confused how he felt about her, and that was true. Taking a deep breath, he let his arms drop from hers, and he looked at her again. "To be perfectly honest. I don't know how I feel about you. You confuse me too, so at least we share something for each other. But, I don't know. You kind of scare me Imogen. You're just so sure of yourself, and you have a lot of things going for you. I mean, look at me? I'm just Cameron. I jump off of trees for fun." He listened to her talk again, it was just.. everything was a blur. He watched her rub her temples. Yeah, his head would hurt too if he had so much to say.
The gush of wind through him off balance, but he was used to things like this happening and he quickly regained his balance. The branch broke underneath him though, and he and Imogen plunged to the water below. He hit the water with a giant splash, and he cursed beneath the surface. He always hated the slap he felt when water hit him hard like that. But he wasn't under for long, he emerged and shook his head. Before thinking he just screamed, "Imogen!" Where was she? It was just in his instinct to go find her, but as he watched her appear and seem perfectly normal, he thought he better not mess with it. He still had scars from the last time he tried that. Instead, he followed her to the shore, and he crashed on the bank. Rolling over, he felt the sand cover his body, but he didn't care. That had been fun. It was a rush, it had surprised him, and Imogen had definitely been a bad ass. Overall, that had been a good experience. As they laid there, and as Imogen started laughing, he couldn't help it but laugh as well.
"Alright, I've changed my mind about you, you know? You are quite the badasss" He wasn't even paying attention to her frantic struggle to dry her clothes, he was shivering in the sand, feeling his legs got lapped at by the water. Sighing, he got up though. If he wanted to dry off, being in the water was not the way to do. He ran over to Imogen and crashed down beside her in the grass. "Oh come here you." He grabbed her arm and pulled down on top of him. This was funny, and he couldn't help but laugh as well.
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Jul 4, 2010 14:09:29 GMT -5
somehow the world has changed and i've come hometo give you back the things they took from you
Haha. Hahaha oh Merlin. Cameron obviously didn't know Imogen like... at all. Because if there was one thing that Imogen needed more than anything, it was to be able to make sense of things. Generally, that meant having all the answers to every question, regardless of how complicated or fucky it was. And it annoyed her when people didn't know themselves. Er. It annoyed her when people didn't know how to answer her questions. There had to be reason behind every action. There had to be motive, there had to be thought. Well... hm. Imogen herself was a prime example of the exact opposite. Case in point, returning Cameron's kiss. There was no reason for her to do that. All she had was instinct. But was it really instinct to kiss someone? Or was it just... Cameron wanted to kiss her, and obviously he expected a kiss in return, so Imogen was just giving him what he wanted - regardless of if she wanted it herself? She did have a habit of choosing to do what others wanted her to do rather than what she wanted. But that didn't excuse the fact that she wanted to understand exactly why Cameron had chosen that opportunity to kiss her. Because... because technically, he shouldn't have. Right? She was just Imogen. He was Cameron, and she was just Imogen. She was the girl who lost her book, she was the girl who fell in the shark tank, she was the girl who climbed a tree in a skirt. Cameron didn't even know her. When it came right down to it, they were still practically strangers. Oh god, she was one of those girls, wasn't she? One of those nasty girls who fooled around with random guys they met in bars. Shit. Because she was easy to kiss, because the... the Trinity... because... other girls... because her friends were guys, because she made their girlfriends jealous for no reason, because she was just "oh so desperate" and lonely and easy and - she was getting worked up. She was getting into a panic. But a boy she barely knew had kissed her, again. And she couldn't help but feel like she'd brought this on herself, that she'd somehow managed to give herself a reputation that she was open more hours than a convenience store, and she wondered if that had reached Cameron's ears and if that was why he was finding it so easy to kiss her.
Because maybe she didn't actually matter to him. Maybe she wasn't actually someone he liked. Maybe he really did despise her. Maybe he was still angry with her. Maybe his whole act of forgiveness was just a way to get her to relax and trust him so that he could keep making out with her. And maybe he was doing that not because he cared about her, but because she was the Ravenclaw Ravisher and she kissed everyone and anyone could kiss her and she'd be just peachy with it, and maybe there was another girl he liked but hadn't kissed yet because he wasn't experienced enough, and maybe kissing Imogen was just practice, maybe she was just practice, and - oh, oh shit, all her guy friends, her best friends, that couldn't look good, she must have looked like the group tramp or... pet... just someone they passed around night to night or whenever they just needed a quickie or fix because she was easy and because she just put up with it every single time someone kissed her. And maybe Cameron believed the rumours. Maybe that was why he was snogging Imogen. Maybe-- it wasn't true. No, no, it wasn't true. Haha oh god, of course not. It wasn't true. But when someone like Cameron could even admit that he didn't know whether or not he liked her, but kept snogging her anyway? Yeah, there had to be something going on. Something... some sort of falsity obstructing judgement. Okay. Whoa. Maybe she was just being paranoid. And stupid. Yeah. Stupid made a lot of sense. But fuck, she was sick of guys who didn't even like her snogging her. If she absolutely had to be kissed by someone - and god knew she didn't, because she honestly didn't need a boyfriend right now, or even remotely want one, and she refused to become some sort of "friend with benefits" person, because frankly that idea just disgusted her anyway - then was it really too much to ask for the guy to be someone who knew her, and liked her, and who genuinely wanted to kiss her because of what she meant to him and not because it was just something to do in the heat of the moment? How was it possible that other girls got guys to like them before they kissed them? What was it about her that made her so... so... lip-accessable? Was she just... just... ugh. What she thought really didn't matter, did it. All that did was the fact that Cameron Troy had kissed her, and she didn't know why, and neither did he. And he thought she was 'sure of herself'. Imogen couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at that. Had she not just given the most insane 'I have no idea what the hell is going on or what I'm supposed to do about it' ramble ever? God, she wished she could do something so simple as jumping off a tree and have her need for fun be satisfied.
This was just. Just. Her brain was too fired up. She had literally just panicked because someone had kissed her. How was it possible that a kiss had her more flaily than the fact that she fell out of a fucking tree? The fall hadn't hurt her, and the water was more of a shock than anything - and yes, she was still fucking freezing, and knew she'd have to change into dry clothes soon or Ian would have one of his little ditherspazz worry fits over her health, though she really shouldn't be irritated with that since she knew he had reason to worry, not to mention he was just trying to look out for the health and well-being of his loved ones - and yes, obviously she'd absolutely cracked and was completely nutters to now find this whole situation rampant with hilarity, but... was there a "but"? Oh god, she didn't even know what she was thinking anymore. If there was ever a sign of trouble, it was when Imogen Sauveterre didn't know what the hell she was thinking. It might as well have been an omen, like the Grim or something. No! No, it couldn't be like the Grim. Divination was absolute bullshit and Imogen was only in the course for the grade, but the Grim was something that was scary as hell, whether it existed or not. The idea of a great black dog stalking you to mark your imminent death? Yeah, that was something Imogen wasn't too fond of. She wouldn't go so far as to say that she was thankful Ian's dogs were small or anything, but if she was a superstitious person? It could have been unnerving, especially with Shadow being a friggin' little stalker. But really, when Imogen couldn't even decipher her own thoughts, then there was definitely something rotten in the halls of Hogwarts. Okay. Okay. She needed to stop her hysterical laughter, she needed to take a deep breath and calm the fuck down, she - she was on top of Cameron what the fuck was this shit. She'd barely had time to register that he was next to her, saying that she actually was quite the badass (was that a compliment?) and then he pulled her on top of him oh she was gonna freak out again wasn't she. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit what did he want? Like. Did he want to keep snogging or something? Did he pull her on top - on top! - of him just to make out some more? Wait, oh god, they were in public. As in, there were students like, all around them. Or well, maybe not where they were, since they'd walked a little ways and, oh yes, the fucking current had dragged her out a bit more, but someone could walk in on them at literally any moment, and she could lose her prefect badge for swimming in her robes and public displays of non-affection and she could get in trouble and then never mind her reputation, but what about his? Who was he connected to? He mentioned Chace Maier earlier. He was friends with the Trinity. Oh. Fuck, wasn't he also friends with Isaac? Oh, shit, so... fuck, did Cameron and Isaac know each other? Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck. What... bah. Haha. Funny how "bah" was considered a terrible expleative in the time when Dracula was written and now it was perfectly expressing her mixture of frustrations and fears and anxieties. Bah!
Okay. She needed to get. A. Grip. And take a look at the situation. She was soaking wet. In the grass. On top of a boy. Who'd just snogged her. And probably wanted her to do it again. But... did she want to? She didn't... she didn't have a crush on Cameron, she didn't have any deeper feelings for Cameron, and... that was that. Cameron was Cameron. He wasn't Cameron. He was Cameron. And maybe she had just been Imogen to him a while ago, but now... now she was becoming Imogen, somehow, miraculously, and maybe she should just be grateful that someone could see past her flaws and like the person below, as in... like. Maybe the person he saw wasn't exactly who she was - he said she was sure of herself, after all - but he seemed to like her regardless. And maybe... bah, should she just accept that? Accept it and... no, she couldn't just "go with it". If she didn't have feelings for him, then she didn't have feelings for him. She couldn't force or fake them, could she? ... Well... no, no. Yes, she felt bad that she couldn't return his feelings. She felt bad that he seemed to like her and all she could do was sit there and stare at him blankly. She didn't even think it was a "give him a chance" situation. It just... wasn't happening for her. And it wasn't happening for her and Isaac either, and god, she was terribly afraid of becoming Imogen to him too, especially since he and Cameron were so closely linked. Even if they weren't friends, they shared one, and... no. No, she was getting worked up again. Really. Really. Imogen took a breath and closed her eyes. Okay. First. She needed to get off the Cameron. Then put some distance between them. Then... then what? It was like she was breaking up with someone she wasn't even dating. Like waking up single and getting dumped. Except she was the one... doing the hurting. Yeah. Ugh, she didn't like that. In fact, she really, really hated it. But fuck it'd hurt him more if she pretended to like him and then ran away at some point down the line. Whoa. Okay. She was still reading into it, though. The whole Cameron-liking-her thing. She was still assuming too much, wasn't she? She didn't know he did, and neither did he. He could have been just... "testing the waters", per se, by kissing her, not that she really liked that thought, but... okay. Maybe he wasn't starting to like her. That'd be good. Then it would make telling him to keep a safe distance between their mouths easier. Breathe in. Breathe out. Focus. She couldn't keep her thoughts straight. They were just... completely scattered, and confusing. Breathe. Breathe. ... Okay. She looked down at Cameron, slowly shifting her body away from his, her heart hammering so hard against her ribcage that he could probably feel it himself. She opened her mouth and... and she was drawing a blank. ... What. Oh no. She literally had no idea what to say. Literally. She certainly wasn't laughing anymore. Ohh no. Swallowing hard, she licked her lips and looked at him apologetically. Now what? Great, first the word vomit, now the silent treatment. At this rate, Cameron was going to think she was absolutely insane. Not that she could blame him. Okay. Breathe. Relax. Breathe. Speak.
"I'm sorry."
... Yeah, typical. When in doubt, stick with the basics.
Apologies did always come easy to Imogen.
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Post by camerontroy on Jul 5, 2010 14:26:45 GMT -5
Nothing Stops Me Now. Not Today or Tomorrow
Actions take motions, and motions take decisions. Unfortunately, Cameron never seems to make the right decision. Whether that be what to eat, what to do with himself, who to kiss, and who to like. He was just playing life as a game, taking chances like we should, but also blowing things up too fast. He could have prevented this, he couldn't explain why he had kissed Imogen, because right now she obviously wasn't too pleased, especially with his explanation. But what can he say? Nothing, he had said what he wanted to. Cameron just had to accept that they were different, that was probably why they were in a different house. Imogen happened to like logic and explanations for everything, and Cameron was more of a believer. He believed that if you wanted something, you should just go for it and don't look back. Kind of how he just randomly kissed Imogen. But see, he didn't want to kiss Imogen, well he didn't not want to either, but it wasn't like he was die hard crushing on her. It was just a choice he happened to make and of course follow through with it. One could argue that he was basically admitting that he wasn't into Imogen like that, and it had just been a spur of the moment. But Cameron wasn't too sure of that, he was just wondering what to do with himself. Girls came out of no where, and he doesn't want to have anything serious. Not yet anyway. Maybe he didn't want anything at all, he didn't know. He just knew that he wasn't one of those boys who had been in a relationship with a girl for over a year. He probably wouldn't make it through a month. No offense to his future girlfriends, but he honestly didn't see himself with someone who'd stick for long. Not that that was his problem, it was his choice if he wanted to commit himself to someone, which he didn't. He was just enjoying life, he was fifteen for crying out loud. He had just begun living. He liked girls, it was a step up from two years ago, even last year, but he wasn't about to throw away his fun for a girl. Today was different though, he managed to have a good time with a girl. He managed to do what he would have done with Chace and everything was still all good. It was all fun. Nothing serious right now.
It was weird because he used to seriously not like this girl. Now there was something there for her, but he couldn't decide what. A few months ago, even a week ago, he would not have pictured himself here. Maybe with Emmeline, but not with Imogen. Oh Emmeline, was it bad that he was thinking about her right now? Probably, but Cameron could imagine that Imogen was going through a list of boys in her head. By the sounds of it she had a big list. But that wasn't surprising, with Imogen there was always so many, so many words in her sentences, so many boys she had kissed, so many answers, and so many fucking questions. Questions he couldn't answer. He humored her almost that she didn't accept his lack of knowledge for her questions. It wasn't his fault she asked mind-busters all the time! Cameron just wasn't a Ravenclaw. It was simple. He was not the brightest light-bulb in school. He didn't know if that was a turn off or whatever for her, but it was definitely the truth. He couldn't explain to her why or why not he kissed her. So what? That's not usually something you have to explain to someone right after you kiss them. Usually, well in the movies, it was either a really passionate moment that left them in love, or a really awkward moment that was just the start of their relationship or something like that, and then the best one, (In his opinion.) the one where the girl slaps the guy across the face and runs away in a huff. Gosh, it got him laughing every time. He could almost picture Imogen doing that, like if she didn't have so much to say she probably would have done that. Slapping a guy, Cameron thought, was because of the lack of words girls had after a guy did something to them. It was funny to him. He loved it when girls made him laugh. He loved it when they messed up and did something stupid too because that meant that they were the same. The same as Cameron. He did stupid things. So far today he had not managed to make Imogen laugh, except this frantic laugh thing she was doing on the ground, but he was talking about the real laugh that a girl does when she's truly enjoying herself. The other day when he was by the lake, he made Emme laugh. It was a good sign for him too. Maybe there was a sign here. Stop messing with girls you don't have a chance with. Even though he wasn't going after Imogen. Well he didn't know, right now he was just having fun. Screw all this serious crap. He didn't like that. Not right now anyway, it was just so not him. Not what he wanted with himself. Imogen could take it or leave it, but he didn't have an answer for all these questions that she had. All this, crap that she was thinking he had for her. No, it was all fun. Yeah, sure, he did feel something for her, he did have something for her. But that was pretty much it, he was expecting this day to be pretty fulfilling in the adventure category, not the love department.
Falling out of a tree, alright that wasn't too bad. It had definitely happened before this time with Imogen. There had been lots of times, with Chace, with his brothers, with his dad. There had even been a time with Kaya. It was actually the first time he had ever laid eyes on her, but it was at the scene of the emergency, and his mom and step dad were working there job, trying to help the abandoned young Orca. Cameron had been on the job with them, but he was young, only ten years old. When his parents went onto the beach to attend the whale, he had stayed back, and of course found a beach tree to climb. He was young, he was a little bit frightened by what was happening, but not enough to stay away from the scene. He was intrigued, and he was sitting in the tree because he wanted to watch. His mom and step dad looked like they knew exactly what they were doing, and they did. They had everything under control. But his mom still needed help. She called over Cameron, and of course that had startled him so much, that he slipped right off the tree. He landed in the sand, but it still had hurt. Unfortunately, he had to man up and get over it. He brushed himself off and ran down to the beach to his mom. That was when Cameron first say his Kaya. The only girl in the world he loved forever. The only thing that came first to him before all. Everyone. Every single person. It was that moment, when he reached his arm out to stroke her, that the bound had been made between them. Sighing, Cameron even managed to calm down the thrashing young whale, and that was exactly what Sammy needed Cameron to do. They were able to transport her with everyones help and they brought her back to the Marine Biology Center. Cameron was thrilled of course, because Kaya was his. It was obvious. His mom knew that, his step dad. Everyone knew that. It was memories like this that made falling out of trees beyond worth it. He wouldn't change that memory for anything. He loved every second of it. Messing around with his brothers at home, a chore he hated, and falling out of trees with them was a hell of a lot worse, was slightly bearable because he could be reminded of the day he had met Kaya. It was always worth it with Kaya. And maybe that was why he was so not interested in girls. He had his love all in one. He had no more to share. Alright, that was crap, and even Cameron knew it. He was just making up excuses. But the point of this was that, Cameron isn't really ready for a girl. Not a serious one. Maybe in two years, maybe next year, maybe this year, but it had to be with the right person. And Imogen was a friend, a friend he kind of liked more. But mostly a friend, and he didn't want to make this any weirder then it already was for them.
So yeah, what was the reason for pulling her on top of him if he wanted to make it less awkward? Oh come on! It was just too tempting! He found it funny, it was funny. This whole thing was funny, and he was so going to laugh about it and make it fun. Heck, tonight he wouldn't be able to sleep! It was just too funny. Come on, they fall out of a tree because he had kissed her. That was funny. At least, Cameron thought it was funny. Imogen probably didn't find it as amusing as he did, but Cameron thought it was way funny. Sure, when he was kissing her, he thought he could do it, like be that guy for her, only if she wanted it, but no. No way in hell could he do that, he was so not ready for a girl it was hilarious, and he was laughing. This whole day was just, weird, and strange, and fucking funny. Imogen probably thought he was going nuts right now too, but no no no! He was just having fun and realizing that this day was about fun, no drama. So when Imogen pulled away, he let her of course. There was no problem with that. They might as well set things straight between them now anyway. Yeah they were soaking wet, really cold, but Cameron wasn't worried about it. The river had been cold yeah, but he had already been in the water, plus it was hot out. They would dry off in no time. They just had to lay in the sun and soak it all up. Cameron turned his head to look at Imogen, his eye brow raised and he just shook his head. This was so beyond ridiculous. She told him she was sorry. Sorry for what, not enjoying his kiss? Well there was nothing to be sorry about. Cameron had enjoyed it, but like, there were no deeper feelings behind it. Yes, he had just decided this so he was going to sound like he was going back against himself, but that was so not the case! He was just, adding on. Plus, he was giving her a better explanation so she better like it. Well, he hoped he was giving a better explanation.
He started to laugh. Good start Cameron. Way to go. The little Leprechaun man applauds you. "Okay, so, I've figured out a better answer for you. This is fun. All of this is fun. I don't want anything serious, obviously I'm not a very serious kind of guy. And I know that. So, we're friends right? We should keep it that way. Seriously, this has been one of the funniest, and best days so far this year, and I'm thanking you because without you, this whole thing, or mess, or just this whole jumble of hilariousness just never would have happened. So don't be sorry haha, seriously, this is just fun for me. I do like kissing you, and I do like you, but I can't really handle much more. I'm really at that maturity level yet. Hahahhahaha, So lets just enjoy that it happened, and not worry about the rest."
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Post by Imogen Sauveterre on Jul 12, 2010 16:56:11 GMT -5
and i feel you now, i'm not alone, i'll always know where you arewhen i see myself i'll always know where you are, where you are
Okay, seriously? If she could have, Imogen would simply boycott anything to do with guys that would even come close to a fucking relationship. Because by this point, she was far too flustered and frustrated and confused to even really consider ever being with a guy. Why couldn't her relationships with everyone be as easy as her friendship with Ian? Why did guys have to make everything so fucking complicated and nonsensical? Why did they have to go and kiss girls they didn't even like? Why did they have to flirt when they didn't expect anything? And then there were the stupid womanisers, like that pervert Regulus Black, who just slept with girls and tossed them aside, and Imogen honestly couldn't understand why they did that. Puh, Regulus could boast that he'd slept with almost every girl in the school, but there was no way in hell he was ever getting in her knickers. She'd rather di--eh. That was a bit extreme. Still, she couldn't really tell which was the lesser of two evils. God, why did guys have to use girls? Why did they have to just think of girls as playthings and just tools of sexual gratification and pleasure? Not that Cameron was pushing for that but... he just... kept kissing her and she didn't know what to do with that. Well, really, what would any person with half a brain do with that? Just. God. There were three things in the world that Imogen was completely certain of: first, that the sun always rose in the east and set in the west. Second, everyone died eventually, no matter the method. And third, boys didn't like her. Not like that. It was fact, plain and simple. Unlike guys. Ugh. They were anything but plain and simple. They were more complicated than Arithmancy. And right now? Right now, she was feeling... frankly, a little used. Had she really heard him right? To him, they were just friends? And yeah, fine, if he wanted to keep it that way, but... not if he was just gonna keep kissing her. She couldn't allow that. It... it was wrong.
"Friends." She needed to take a breath. She knew she was gonna get worked up over this if she didn't slow down and calm the fuck down and friends, ugh, that was just... "I don't snog my friends, Cameron. I - Cameron? I don't... what do you want from me?"
[/color] Whoa. That had been... she shook her head. "No, forget that. Forget it. I never said that. I'm just. Okay. Look, I don't kiss my friends. I'm not like that. I'm not loose like that, I don't just... If someone's kissing me, and wants to keep kissing me, I want to be in a relationship with him. That's the type of person I am. And it's fine for you if you don't want that. Really. But you can't keep kissing me if that's how it's going to be. You just... you can't. I'm sorry."[/color] Another apology. For what? For not wanting to be a snogbuddy to someone else? It was bad enough that Isaac had tried to kiss her again, and now Cameron... who was next? She might as well just start a kissing booth. ... Could she be more dramatic about this? Yes, she was concerned about what others thought, and yes, she felt a bit used, especially since he found this whole situation hilarious and all, but... no, she needed to calm down. Calm. Down. Because if she didn't, she'd end up saying something stupid, or doing something stupid, like kissing him again and just encouraging this type of reckless behaviour. And of course Imogen had to worry. Christ, what else did she do. "I'm fine with being your friend, Cameron, but that's where we draw the line. I'm not going to be your snogging-friend."[/color] Okay, now she was just pissing herself off. When did she turn into such a drama queen? Mountains out of fucking molehills. But when Imogen let things get to her, they really got to her. And her reaction, when things got under her skin, was to... well... pick them out, whether she realised it or not. And right now? Right now, she didn't exactly realise it. She didn't notice that her left hand was curled up or that her finger was scratching against her palm. Her mind was elsewhere, her focus was on Cameron, and this ridiculous situation, and certainly not on the palm of her hand. "I'm sorry if this hurts your feelings. I really am. But as of right now, my lips are off limits."[/color] ... Ah. Right. That phrasing was sure to get him to take her seriously. Oh, fuck it, whatever. "Are we... we're clear on that?"[/color] Merlin. This couldn't get more awkward. But hopefully now Cameron understood that Imogen wasn't just something to put his mouth on when it wasn't in other uses. She gave a short sigh and shrugged her shoulders. "Look, I know you probably think I'm completely nutters for going so haywire over this since it's not a big deal to you, but... but it is to me. Please understand that."[/color] God. What else was there to say? She'd explained herself as best as she could, given her panic, and all she could do was hope for the best from him. [/color] [/blockquote]
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Post by camerontroy on Oct 5, 2010 16:03:55 GMT -5
You Put Me On The Line And Hung Me Out To Dry
What a mess he had just made. He had seen it coming ever since the moment he started his speech on their relationship. But what else was he supposed to say? He couldn't let her know he liked her, like really liked her, because everything would get complicated and drama oriented. It wasn't a good idea. Cameron couldn't just be that guy, the guy ever girl wants apparently. For him to just be like, Hey Imogen I love you, lets kiss by the river side. Hell nah. He was going to climb a tree and jump into the river, and fuck it. If he was going to spur of the moment kiss his friend, then yeah, he was going to. He just didn't want things to get messed up. Of course, yeah he probably just seriously messed things up, he could see a lecture coming. Funny, Imogen alway had a lecture for him. He had to almost half smile. Of course she had one coming for him, and this time he probably deserved it. Yes, he did. I just want to be your friend, but lets kiss. Yeah that sounded real bad. But he does like her! And she probably doesn't want anything with her anything. Cameron didn't understand. It probably hurt to say out loud, but he didn't mean it like that, he just meant he didn't want drama.. He did like her! It wasn't like he was trying to use her, nah, he just wanted to keep it light and fun. He didn't want to be that guy, he wasn't that guy, and he wasn't going to change. Not even for Imogen. That wasn't how life was supposed to work anyway, you were supposed to find the one you can be yourself with without changing. It'd probably just take Cameron a bit longer, he was pretty much an asshole. Today proved that with his speech, way to fuck it up Cam.
He moved towards her, she was clearly upset, and he didn't like this. Yes he was actually a person underneath his personality, and he did actually care, despite the fact he was your typical teenage boy. "Imogen... I didn't mean it like that. Just, when thing's get complicated and all official, things get in the way of the actual fun of dating. You know what I'm saying? I do like you, and I really liked today. That might be why I kissed you. We just gotta live life how it is, we can't get caught up in what the idiotic guy says because he can't think straight after kissing the girl he likes. Just know I care, alright? Cause I do." He really hoped she'd be able to forgive him. He really did enjoy kissing her, maybe a little too much..
{ T H E - E N D } [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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