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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After an eye-roll-inducing argument over who would win in a fight between The Hulk and "the bald kid from Stranger Things" (Cameron's infuriating words), they pulled over to a muffled sound of a party coming from inside the house and the sight of Blake hauling two six-packs, an empty-headed smile on his face.
"Seriously?" Cameron muttered as he rolled the windows down while Emery shook his head in amusement. "Hey!"
"What's the big deal? It's just beer," Emery pointed out, smiling as he sipped on his water.
"Of course, you'd think that." Cameron snickered, leaning forward to take something from the compartment in front of Emery. The redhead stared at him with a pinched expression, leaning away in annoyance while also trying to ignore the tiny proximity between them.
Emery muttered in a warning tone, "Hey."
Cameron looked up at him, left arm still reaching for the AC, and teasingly scrunched his nose up at Emery.
Meanwhile, Blake turned his head to the voice and beamed, "Hey! How's the trip?"
"Good," Cameron stated blankly. "We almost died."
Blake nodded slowly, impressed. "Cool."
The two ignored that odd sentiment while Cameron pointed his chin at Blake's hands, a frown etched on his face."What the hell is that?"
"I don't know what it looks like from there, but from here it's beer." Blake squinted his eyes at the passenger's seat, acknowledging Emery with a little nod and a subtle smirk.
Cameron huffed. "Have you learned nothing from Ian's birthday?"
Blake snorted before walking away. "Learn what? I barely remember anything."
The two watched the door close behind their friend, each having separate thoughts on yet another night to deal with drunk, hopeless fools.
"They're killing themselves," Cameron commented, sounding less of a friend and more of an emotionally distant single father of six.
Emery giggled. He didn't care for having to deal with drunk, hopeless fools since he had no plans of drinking tonight, but watching Cameron brood in the driver's seat proved entertaining.
"Good, we can have the whole place to ourselves," he joked.
Cameron looked at Emery before laughing silently to himself. "Whatever."
Emery pointed out, "Just let them. You know, we'll miss this when we all go to college."
He glanced at the side mirror and caught the hesitant expression on Cameron's face before the blond rolled his eyes. "You know I don't like it very much when you make good points," he heard him say.
Emery clicked his tongue with a cheerful grin. For some reason, something sparked a good mood. "Get used to it."
