"Oh."

Cam began to bang his forehead repeatedly against my shoulder, a loud groan leaving him.

I knew how awkward it must be, talking to his mom about his sex life. He was actually handling it fairly well.

"So you two-" Ms. Mendoza started, pointing back and forth between the two of us. I shifted, pushing Cam away so he was staring at his mom with red cheeks.

"I'm not exactly sure what we are. I didn't know he had been carrying those around." I tried to hold back my smile, to keep myself from completely exploding into laughter. The look on Cam's face was absolutely priceless.

"Mom, can we please not do this right now." Cam muttered, rubbing his face. Ms. Mendoza waved her son off and turned to me, obviously aware that I was the one that would be handing out all the details.

"I'm so happy! I always knew that you two would be perfect for each other! You were so lovely and-"

"Mom!"

"Cam, honey. Let your mom be happy that you found your future wife." This time I felt warmth spread through my own cheeks. Cam grabbed my wrist, swiping the small packs from his mom's hand, and dragged me up the stairs to his room.

"I'm sorry, you know how Mom is." Cam said once we were in his room, tossing the condoms into his nightstand drawer.

"It's fine. I'm sure my mom would be acting the same way if she knew." I replied, sitting on his bed and running my finger along his Batman comforter.

If only everyone at school knew their precious Cameron Mendoza still slept under a Batman comforter.

"I. . . why didn't you call or text? I would have met you at your place." He sat beside me, resting his hand on top of mine.

"I don't want to be there right now." I mumbled with a shrug, "I didn't think you'd mind me being here."

"I don't. I was just surprised to see you, that's all." He pushed a strand of my hair off my cheek and turned my head a little.

"What happened?" He asked. He knew me too well.

"What makes you think something happened?"

"You have that look in your eyes. Where you smile and act like it's okay when tears are glistening in them." I laid my head against his shoulder.

"It's not that important. I can handle-"

"Blake, you know you can tell me anything." He cocked his head, "Right?"

"I just found out my dad's a bigger asshole than I thought and. . . and I have a sister." Cam blinked. He sat quietly beside me for a second, thinking what he was getting ready to say over.

"Damn." He finally said, "That sucks, Blake. I'm sorry." I shrugged.

"Like I said, I can handle it on my own. I just-"

"Blake, look at me." I turned, Cam's eyes burning into mine.

"I don't want you to keep everything bottled up anymore, you can pour your heart out to me. I don't care if it becomes my problem, your problems are my problems now. They always have been." I shook my head, tears starting to sting my eyes.

"You already have enough on your plate, Cam. You don't need to be worrying about my life too." He leaned forward, his hand brushing against my cheek as he kissed me gently.

"I'll always be worrying about your life. I love you." He kissed the top of my hand, smiling.

"I love you too, Cam."

Had we been in a romance novel or movie, Cam would have tackled me back on to the bed and kissed me slowly, his hands fiddling with the bottom of my shirt until he was able to lift it over my head and toss it to the ground. Then everything would become a blur from there, we'd make love and everything around us would seem okay.

But life wasn't a romance novel.

My phone decided it was a wonderful time to buzz, there in the comfortable silence, Cam's head resting against the top of mine.

"Hello?" I mumbled into the phone softly.

"Blake? It's Shay. Wes is in the hospital." I sat upright, my head slamming into Cam, completely ruining any sort of romantic mood that had been there a second ago.

"What? Is he okay?" I stood up, tugging at my ponytail nervously.

"I don't know. Mom said she found him having some sort of allergic reaction. He couldn't breathe." I walked out of Cam's room and into Jacob's next door, brushing passed him-half naked if I may at, without a word.

"I'm on my way." I hung the phone up and grabbed my purse, nearly out of the room when I felt Jacob's hand circle around my wrist.

"Hey, is everything okay?" He asked, his brown eyes wondering my face.

"It's nothing that concerns you, Jacob." I responded, watching hurt flash across his face.

"What the hell, Blake? What did I do? Why are you treating me like this?" I shook my head, avoiding his eyes.

"Like what?"

"Like I'm some sort of monster." I tried to rip my arm from his grip, my eyes on the open door, waiting for Cam to appear in the doorway.

"If Cam hadn't showed up, would you have done it?" I whispered.

"Done what? Blake, you have to tell me what I did wrong if you want me to take the blame."

"I was drunk." I let my eyes meet his again, "And you still wanted to have sex. I. . . did you even consider the fact that I might regret it in the morning?" He shook his head, his eyes half open.

"You didn't say no, you didn't tell me to stop. It wouldn't have been-"

"You're right, Jake. It's just as much your fault as it is mine." I gave him a pleading look, "We can continue this conversation another time. Right now I have to go see one of my best friends in a hospital room. Can you please let me go?" He dropped his hand to his side, letting it swing back and forth as I stared at him for a moment, then whirled around and darted out of the room.

*

I caressed my thumb along the palm of Wes' hand, a comforting gesture we'd developed, just the two of us, in seventh grade.

He looked like thirteen year old Wes, peaceful and stress free. His black hair was matted against his forehead, almost blocking his shut eyes. His eyelids, since I had come in, had fluttered a few times, but he hadn't woke up. My fingers had trailed up the blue veins protruding from his arms, to the IV tubes, then to his ashen cheeks multiple times, waiting for him to tell me to stop.

"It's almost three, Blake." Cam's voice came from the doorway. "You need to get some sleep." I shook my head, not taking my eyes off my almost lifeless friend.

"I'm fine, Cam. You can go home. I promise I'll be okay here. If anything happens, I'm in a hospital." I felt something warm on my shoulder and found Cam nudging me with a cup of coffee, or hot chocolate.

He looked casual, nonchalant, like one of our friends wasn't lying almost dead in a hospital bed. Then again, he wasn't ever fond of Wes, was he?

Cam averted his gaze behind his glasses, as if he knew I was thinking about the bitterness he held against Wes. His brown hair was a mess on his head, and looked disgustingly greasy. I almost asked him how long it had been since he showered, but I figured I'd only get the same question in return.

"Blake?" I watched Wes' fingers curl around my hand, pale and fragile, as if they'd snap at any sudden move. My eyes rose to his face, meeting his familiar warm blue eyes.

"Wes." I replied, squeezing his hand back gently, "I'm right here."

"You look like shit." He laughed, his eyes widening a fraction to reveal how dilated they were.

He was on something, probably morphine.

"Well, thanks. I try my best." I flipped my ponytail behind my hair dramatically, my laugh coming out choked.

"Only now," He squeezed my hand harder, "Most of the time you're absolutely stunning."

"Did he just say stunning?" Cam laughed, but I could see by the way his eyes were shifting back and forth between the two of us below him that it was the furthest thing from funny to him.

"So beautiful." Wes reached up and touched my bottom lip with his thumb.

"You sure are changing your mind about how I look right now, aren't you?" I joked, moving closer so he didn't have to struggle as much to speak louder.

"I love you, Blake. I wish that he wasn't in the way." I felt a sudden push against my chair, then the feeling of something warm being splashed on my bare arm. My head snapped back toward Cam, a laugh rising in my throat at the sight of him.

His white shirt had been drenched with coffee, making his chest very visible through the wet shirt and his sneer even more so when I let my eyes drift up to his face.

"Are you okay?" I asked, finally able to force myself to say something without laughing. I knew I shouldn't have been in the first place, but if he had been seriously injured he would have screamed or at the very least hissed in pain.

"You think it's funny?" His eyebrows arched.

"Hilarious." I responded, just as stone faced.

"He just told you he loved you and you sit here and fucking laugh at me, Blake?" I snorted, gesturing toward Wes, who had dozed back off.

"He's high, Cam. He's not making sense. And come on, you just spilt a cup of lukewarm coffee on yourself, you'd laugh at me if the roles were switched." He didn't look the least bit amused.

"You aren't Bella Swan." Was his response. I felt my own eyebrows shoot up, a smile stretching across my face.

"Um, Cammy, I know I made you watch Twilight a lot, but now you're making nonsense com-"

"You can't be that oblivious, Blake. You know he's in love with you too." Then Cam tossed the empty, crumbled Styrofoam coffee cup into the trash bin and stalked out of the room, disappearing before I could have a chance to respond.

"Blake?" Wes grumbled again.

"Yes, Wesley?" I turned my head back toward him, only to find his eyes still shut. But the smile playing on his lips told me he was still awake.

"I don't think Cammy is very happy." He laughed obnoxiously, and at any other time, I would have too. But I couldn't even bring myself to smile.

"Yeah, Wes. I don't think he is either." 

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