Warning: RWB spoilers ahead.
Some say the best love stories often take time.
Emery Chernychevsky has had a crush on Cameron Brooks since he can remember. Watching him date different girls all throughout high school was nothing if not pure torture...
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Week 2: The Rising Comfort
Talking to Cameron has certainly helped Emery's sanity a lot more than he would've painted it out to be. After that night, the two had been spending a lot more time together on the three days that followed than they'd ever have over the last five years, and for the first time, Emery doesn't find himself dreading the day, worrying between self-deprecation and self-pity that comes when and every time he sees Cameron.
For the first time since he set foot on the Yeuns' beach house, Emery's actually looking forward to what sorts of activities his friends had planned to utilize the next few weeks, and today was no exception.
He had just gotten up and was currently washing his face in the bathroom when relentless loud knocks on his bedroom door stirred him from his task. He sighed, turning the faucet off before stepping outside.
"Coming!" he yelled before running to the source of the sound with his face half-covered in soap. Opening the door, he stared at the person behind it, all dressed in running clothes and a sports headband. "Yes?"
"Good morning," Blake greeted, the mole under his left eye climbing as he grinned. "Get up, we're jogging."
"We?"
"You, me, Asher, Cate..." Blake listed with his fingers. "Everyone else is still asleep so..."
Emery gazed at the open window before answering. It might be nice to watch the sunrise after breakfast. "But we're grabbing a bite first," he said.
"Eggs and bacon downstairs." Blake winked, tapping the door twice before skipping to the hallway. "We'll wait for you!"
"Okay!" he yelled back.
To put it lightly, breakfast was nice. Cate makes a mean bacon and not that he'd say it out loud in front of his mom, but it's even better than the ones he had at home. Of course, that's after Blake and Asher burned the first and second batches that there was no other choice but to stop them.
The fresh morning air was the first to greet the four when they stepped outside in their running shoes, eager to say hello to nature and everything nice at seven in the morning. In particular, it's been a while since Emery had a good morning run that didn't involve practicing for a competition, and the change of scenery was also not one to complain about.
"Lead the way, Blake," Cate said, cracking her knuckles as she warmed up her legs. Emery looked at her, wondering why he was not blessed with the kind of genes the Brooks siblings had sewn into their DNA.
Blake beamed, hopping for the last time before running off, his friends trailing in his wake. "Follow me, peasants!" he yelled.
The three shook their heads, exchanged eye-rolls, but followed him nonetheless.
Blake led his friends to a quiet road between direct courses of trees, umber and green towering over all four of them as they commenced their distance goals: 3 miles for Emery, that and a half for Cate, 4 miles for Asher, and "3 minutes and a quick stop at the store for a can of Dr. Pepper" for Blake.
