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 4: The Unfriendly Tension
"That's not funny!" Emery yelled, face painted with worry as he tugged helplessly on his best friend's shirt.
Ian snickered. "I beg to disagree."
"I beg you to stop." Emery turned to the driver's seat for help. "Bryce, would you please tell your boyfriend to stop sticking his head out of the window like a dog?"
Bryce glanced at the rearview mirror for all of one second before sarcastically beckoning his boyfriend with, "Oh no. Sweetheart, stop."
"Very helpful," Emery sighed. "And ew. 'Sweetheart?' What the fuck."
Emery's desperate hold on Ian was making it hard for Bryce to be offended. "Now you know why he's not sitting here," he said and smirked, taking amusement at Emery's demise.
They were on their way to this club, or it may have been a bar, that Blake wouldn't shut up about since they got there. Emery doesn't know the name of the place, only that it's supposed to be lowkey with a limited number of people there who know about it. He was against it at first, especially due to the unyielding memory of the first and last time he got drunk in front of Cameron, but he came up with a bright solution. He gave himself an alcohol quota of no more than three shots, four if the bartender's hot.
The question of will he be able to keep up with his quota was an entirely different one.
Ian dropped to his seat next to Emery after a while. "Who are you texting anyway?" he asked, peeking over his best friend's phone. His eyes widened, the suggestive hum explaining everything there is that needed to be explained. "Lucas?"
"Yeah, Blake invited him," Emery answered without looking.
Ian turned his legs up against the window as he laid his head on the redhead's lap. "And he's texting you?"
Emery ignored the obvious unspoken insinuations. "We're friends now."
Ian scoffed a genuine laugh before sitting up, resting his head on Emery's shoulder. It sounded like he was going to say something else but decisively went against it.
"Don't even start," Emery warned, rolling his eyes.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Stupid as Blake was for not giving them directions to the bar—which could also be because they didn't ask—spotting it wasn't hard seeing as it was the only building within 1 mile from the house. 'Totally a Bar,' the neon sign read. Upon reading, suddenly the unpopularity thing made sense to Emery. They were the first ones to get there with the others opting to squeeze themselves in Blake's car. Apparently, they were all too cool to ride Bryce's spacious minivan.
Not long after, they heard Allison's voice. She was walking with her brother, which means the others should be following not too far from behind.
"Hey! You guys made it," Ian welcomed the other as they appeared from the parking lot all looking quite exhausted from the ride alone. "Where's Cam?"
