Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2008 23:26:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ryan West <ryanwest25@yahoo.com>
Subject: Diving In 15
Chapter 15: It's the End of the World as we Know it
Cameron Wright stretched his arms out across his white sheets. The
sun shined in through the blinds onto his bare chest. He rolled over and
picked up his phone to see what time it was. 11:24. He was surprised he had
slept so late. He had much trouble getting to sleep the night before. There
was a lot on his mind. Mostly James. And some Matt. Shouldn't it be the
other way around?
I'm in love with you. I know that's weird, and I'm sorry but I
am. Ever since we met I...His words still rang in Cameron's ears. And the
kiss. The way James placed his hands on Cameron's hips and pulled him in.
The electricity that ignited the moment their lips had touched. He couldn't
get the thought out of his mind. He couldn't get James out of his mind.
This was wrong. Cameron had a boyfriend. He had Matt. Matt was the
only boy who should be occupying his thoughts right now. He loved Matt, or
so he had said. He didn't know anymore. Everything was so unclear. It
didn't help that he was leaving to go to Matt's summer house the next
day. He had a lot to figure out.
He looked at his phone again and noticed that he had seven missed
calls. Had he slept through all of those? He then realized he had put his
phone on silent. Two of them were from Matt, but the other five were from
James. The calls from James came at three in the morning. That was
weird. He had two new voicemails as well.
"Hey Cameron, it's me," It was Matt. "I'm on my way back from my
little camping trip, and I just wanted to call and say hi. So hi! So, all
of our food got eaten in the middle of the night by raccoons. Because Sam
forgot to zip lock everything. Yeah so I'm really hungry and...yeah. I'll
probably be back around three or something, so please be around, I want to
see you. Love you."
Great, as if he didn't feel guilty enough. It was nice to hear the
sound of Matt's voice, however, the next message brought back more guilt.
"Hey Cameron, its James." Cameron felt his heart tremble. " I
really need to talk to you, please call me. It's really important. You know
my number."
That was a mysterious message. Cameron assumed that James just
wanted to apologize or something about last night. Honestly, Cameron didn't
feel like dealing with any of it right now, which was why he put his phone
down and headed downstairs to the kitchen where the smells of fresh bacon
was coming from.
He entered the kitchen wearing only his boxers and scratching his
head. His mother, Laura, was cooking an absurdly nice breakfast. Cameron
was confused, because although his mother was superb his many areas, she
rarely ever cooked.
"What's all this?" Cameron questioned. Laura turned around
surprised to see him.
"Hey honey!" She said cheerily. "Nothing, just a little breakfast."
"Mom, you're acting like this is a normal occurrence..." Cameron
smiled. "What's the occasion?"
"Okay, you caught me." Laura cracked a smile. "I just kind of
freaked out last night while you were out. I realized that I'm going to be
all alone this summer, and that you're leaving in a day."
"You won't be all alone, Mom. You have Dad." Cameron reminded
her. "Plus I'm only like a couple hours away. We can get dinner and stuff
all the time."
"Yeah, I know..." Laura said, unconvinced. "Anyways, how was last
night?"
"It was uh...interesting." Cameron said as he sat down at the
kitchen table.
"Interesting how?" Laura asked as she fished out a plate and began
putting some bacon and eggs on it. "Did you and Alex kiss?"
"No, mom!" Cameron groaned. "I told you we're just friends."
"I don't know why. She's gorgeous, you're handsome..." Laura set
down the plate in front of him. "Eat, eat, eat."
"We're just friends, Mom." Cameron said as he took a bite.
"Yeah, okay." Laura sat down next to him. "So what was interesting
about it? Any girls fighting over you?"
"Kind of..." Cameron swallowed down another spoonful of eggs.
"Anyone I know?" Laura moved forward. She was interested.
"Nope," Cameron looked away, then started to change the subject.
"Oh, by the way I need to pack."
"You haven't packed yet?" Laura groaned. Cameron was then lectured
and then forced to pack for the next hour. At least it got things off his
mind.
...
Travis woke up fully clothed in Marissa's arms on Saturday
morning. The T.V. was still on, and the DVD menu for Dirty Dancing was
playing over and over again. He got up and turned it off, then tried to
slowly snuggle with Marissa without waking her up. He failed almost
immediately. Her eyes cracked open and she looked at him and smiled. He
frowned back at her.
"Sorry, baby, I didn't mean to wake you up, I was just..." Travis
started to explain himself, but Marissa didn't seem to care.
"It's okay, I should probably be getting up anyway." She stretched
her arms out and yawned. "What time is it?"
"About tweleve," Travis guessed.
"Hm, alright." Marissa got up and headed over to her mirror. She
inspected her face. She didn't look as bad as she thought she would. She
wasn't wearing any make up or anything.
"Do you have to be somewhere or something?" Travis asked.
"Nope," Marissa realized and then laid back into bed with
Travis. They lay there for a moment without speaking. Marissa sighed.
"What?" Travis interpreted the sigh as something more than it
actually was.
"Nothing," Marissa laughed. "I'm just tired."
"You should go back to bed," Travis warned. "I mean, if you don't
have anything else to do today then why not?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Marissa nuzzled her nose into Travis'
shoulder. She placed a hand on his chest and began rubbing the fabric of
his t-shirt. "I'm happy."
"What?" Travis asked. He had heard her, but the randomness of the
statement had caught him by surprise.
"I said `I'm happy.'" Marissa repeated.
"Oh...that's good." Travis wasn't really sure how to respond to
that.
"Are you happy?" Marissa asked.
"Yeah, I am." Travis agreed.
"I've just lived all my life filled with all this...bull shit. Just
listening to who hooked up with who, who called who a bitch. I was sick of
it. I was tired of getting wasted every Friday night and waking up hung
over." Marissa began. "With you it's not like that."
"I guess I feel the same way," Travis thought for a moment. "I mean
before I met you I just was kind of drifting through everything. My focus
was on how much bud I could get and when I could smoke it. I mean not that
I'm going to stop smoking, it's just I don't care about it as much."
"Are you just saying that?" Marissa asked.
"What?" Travis didn't understand.
"I mean, I don't know." Marissa sat up. "Look, I really care about
you, but sometimes I feel like...I don't know."
"No, talk to me." Travis asked.
"I don't know what I'm trying to say," Marissa pondered for a
second longer. "You freaking out about the possible pregnancy was not
okay. I want you to know that."
"I know," Travis agreed.
"If you do anything like that again, I won't even think before I
break up with you," Marissa warned.
"I know," Travis nodded. "I just..."
"I know, you already explained it. I'm just letting you know."
Marissa cuddled up next to him again. "I love you."
"I love you too," Travis said. And he meant it.
...
James Winters had been calling Cameron all morning to no avail. He
had heard Cameron's answering machine at least ten times in the past
hour. Why wasn't Cameron answering his calls? Well, he knew exactly why. He
thought that James wanted to talk about the kiss. Well, James did want to
talk about it, but the whole Max issue had taken over. Max had murdered
Kieran Wilmur. Max was a murderer.
Cameron was the only person who would understand what that meant. He
had been there with James. He had seen it happen. He needed to talk to
Cameron to find out what to do next. Should he call the police? Should he
tell the Wilmur family? First, he needed to get out of his house and find
Cameron. Unfortunately for him, he was still grounded for getting kicked
out of prom for fighting with Kevin.
James' parents usually watched the Sunday morning talk shows. He
opened the door and down the hall he could hear the T.V. playing. He
quietly closed the door to his room and crept down the stairs. This plan
was completely flawed and James knew it. He knew that his parents would
probably check on him within the next twenty minutes. James didn't care, as
long as he got to talk to Cameron.
He swung the door open to see that he was facing Max Greco. Max did
not look happy.
"I need to talk to you," Max said with a stone cold face.
"What do you want?" James' face got red.
"You know what I want," Max pushed past James and into the front
hallway. "What I said last night wasn't true."
"Oh come on," James rolled his eyes. "Don't lie to..."
"I'm not fucking..." Max started to yell before James cupped his hand
over Max' mouth.
"I'm grounded, keep your voice down!" James whispered. "Now look, I'm
not stupid. Don't lie to me. I know what you said, and..."
"Listen to me you little faggot," Max grabbed James by the
collar. "If you even think about saying anything to anyone, I will tell
everyone that you like to stick it up other dudes asses."
"I could do the same back to you," James pointed out.
"If you rat me out, I'll have nothing to lose," Max reminded
him. "You will."
"Look, I don't know what I'm going to..." James began to think
things through. He really did not want to be outed, but he wondered if Max
would actually do it. Before he could even think about it, James' mother
came walking down the stairs.
"James, you're supposed to be in your room..." She looked
concerned. "Max, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, Hi Mrs. Winters! Just stopped by to say hello..." Max backed
off of James and smiled at his mother.
"Well, you'll have to leave. James is grounded." Mrs. Winters
explained.
"Oh wow, okay. Sorry Mrs. Winters. I wouldn't want James to get in
any trouble, I'll leave." Max smiled and headed for the door, but stopped
once he reached it. "Oh and James, if you want me to tell everyone that
thing for you, just let me know. It'd be my pleasure." With that Max closed
the door behind him leaving James to go back to his room and think about
the decision he was forced to make.
...
Alex woke up early on Saturday morning and just lay in bed. She
hated drama normally. However, the events that occurred on Friday night
actually made her feel happy. Kevin had fought for her. Literally. Well
actually not so literally, because the boy he had fought for her with was
Cameron. But still, it was cute.
Suddenly she caught herself thinking like this. This wasn't who she
was. She was the badass chick who didn't care about anything like this. She
didn't care about boys like Kevin Trainer. She cared about music, and
films, and history. Kevin didn't like any of those things. He was a stupid
dumb jock.
Alex got out of bed and turned on her Ipod speakers and flipped
over to some Sex Pistols. She needed to have some angry music time. It just
helped her clear her head. "A no feelings, A no feelings, A no feelings,
for anybody else!" She shouted the lyrics. In her head she began to
convince herself that Kevin was an asshole. Everything he did he did for
himself not for her. She had finally come to this conclusion when someone
knocked at her door.
She opened it to non other than Kevin Trainer. Great.
"Hey," Kevin smiled rubbing the back of his neck. "You said that
we'd talk in the morning so...here I am."
"Yeah, come in." Alex gestured. Her place was a mess, but Kevin
didn't look like he minded. He took a seat on the couch, pushing aside some
dirty clothes. Alex stood above him thinking for a moment. "Can I get you a
drink or..."
"No, I'm good thanks," Kevin shook his head. Alex took a seat down
next to him. "I firstly want to apologize for last night, I was a complete
mess and I know that..."
"You don't need to apologize," Alex looked down at the
ground. "Okay, maybe you do actually, but still, it's really okay. I'm not
mad. I mean, it's not okay that you tried to fight Cameron. It's really
not, he's my best friend, but you were drunk. I've done some stupid stuff
when I was drunk before too."
"Yeah," Kevin looked down. "I still think that Cameron has a thing
for you, but whatever."
"Trust me, he doesn't. Oh, and don't worry, I won't take anything
you said seriously," Alex laughed. "Since you were slurring your words."
"Well, I meant what I said, if that's what your saying..." Kevin
trailed off.
"Meant what you said about what?" Alex asked.
"I like you, Alex." Kevin looked into Alex eyes without
hesitation. It made her uncomfortable and she looked away. "I know I can't
be a dick, or whatever, but I do like you a lot." Alex wasn't sure what to
say.
"Okay..." Alex blushed. She couldn't believe she was blushing over
a stupid guy. The thought of that was embarrassing, which made her blush
even more.
"I mean, would you want to...hang out with me?" Kevin asked.
"Like a date?" Alex asked but immediately regretted it. Obviously
it was a date.
"It can be whatever you want," Kevin smiled. "I mean we can just
hang out like go to a movie, or go to a party together, or you can give me
a blow job and..."
"You're such an asshole," Alex hit him and laughed.
"I know," Kevin laughed back. "But I'm being serious." He then
realized what that sounded like. "Not about the blow job, about hanging
out."
"Okay..." Alex thought for a moment. "I'll see a movie."
"Now?" Kevin asked.
"Um, I have some cleaning to do, as you can see..." Alex thought
for a moment. "But how about tonight?"
...
Cameron was on his way over to Matt's house. It was five twenty
five, and Matt had just called him telling him that he was back from his
trip. Matt had said he'd hit some traffic and that it had taken longer to
get back than it would normally. Cameron had still not answered any of
James' calls, and wasn't planning on doing so anytime soon. His logic was
that if he could avoid the issue until he left for Matt's summer house,
then it would go away.
He parked his car right in front Matt's house and walked right
in. He greeted both of Matt's parents and headed up the stairs into his
room. Matt was packing his clothes in a big red duffle bag; he wasn't
wearing a shirt and was wearing these brown plaid shorts. He was bending
down digging through his clothes when Cameron walked in. Matt turned around
with a big smile on his face.
"Hey!" Matt smiled and walked over to Cameron and kissed him. "I
missed you!"
"I missed you too," Cameron smiled. He felt uncomfortable being
around Matt for some reason. Something didn't seem right. He realized just
then that he had technically cheated on him, and he felt extremely
guilty. He sat down on Matt's bed. "How was the trip?
"It was a lot of fun," Matt went back to packing. "It was nice to
spend some time with everyone before I left. I mean, I'm not going to see
anyone for a really long time. By the time we come back from the summer
house, I'll go straight to college, you know?"
"Yeah..." Cameron was listening, but he wasn't really there. His
kiss with James kept replaying in his mind. He felt extreme guilt.
"How was prom?" Matt asked. The question felt like a knife in the
heart.
"It was...okay," Cameron couldn't face Matt.
"What's wrong?" Matt walked over to the bed where Cameron was
sitting and placed a hand on Cameron's lap as he sat down.
"Nothing, nothing," Cameron forced a smile.
"Look, I know you're mad about the whole Jeremy thing," Matt
started to say. Cameron had completely forgotten about Jeremy. Now he felt
even more guilty. He had made Matt feel like a complete asshole when he
had done nothing wrong. "I just want you to know that absolutely nothing
happened. I barely spoke to him."
"No, I'm just thinking about leaving tomorrow is all," Cameron
couldn't look at Matt.
"Are you having second thoughts?" Matt asked. "Because you really
don't need to come if you don't want to. You can come out for a few
weekends and..."
"No, I want to come." Cameron smiled. All of a sudden Cameron felt
a vibration in his pocket. He pulled his phone out and saw that it was
James calling again. He ignored the call.
"Who was that?" Matt asked.
"Oh, Alex," Cameron lied. "I'm supposed to hang out with her
tonight. To say goodbye." That part wasn't a lie, he really did have plans
with her.
"Oh, okay," Matt smiled. "You can head over there now; I mean I
have a lot of packing to do. I'll see you tomorrow for graduation. My
parents will pick you up at ten."
Cameron kissed Matt on the cheek and then quickly left. His heart
was racing. Things he hadn't even thought of before were now entering his
mind. James, primarily. Everything was so confusing, his head was
spinning. He hopped in his car and headed over to Alex's house. He needed
to talk to someone.
He arrived at Alex's apartment and quickly pounded on the door. It
took her a few seconds to answer, but each second made Cameron more and
more antsy. When she finally did answer the door, Cameron pushed past her
and collapsed onto the couch.
"What's wrong with you?" Alex asked and then closed the door
behind her.
"Everything," Cameron mumbled.
"Oh, wow," Alex plopped down next to him. "Specific."
"I don't even know where to begin," Cameron rolled over. He then
began to explain everything to her. From meeting James and the car accident
with Kieran, to meeting Matt, to James teaching him how to swim (however,
he left out why he had stopped swimming), to the kiss the night
before. Everything.
"Fuck," Alex smiled with wide eyes.
"Yeah," Cameron agreed.
"Well, do you...like James?" Alex asked.
"I don't know," Cameron thought for a moment. "Kind of, maybe, but
no. I don't know. It's so complicated. A couple months ago I hadn't even
had my first kiss and now here I am with two amazing guys."
"Yeah, I feel so bad for you" Alex sarcastically sighed.
"Oh , shut up," Cameron nudged her. "What do I do?"
"I don't know," Alex thought for a second before continuing. "You
have to make a choice. You can't keep James in limbo like this, not
answering his phone calls. You can't have both guys. You have to choose."
"Yeah, I was afraid that was the case." Cameron groaned. "I
just...I mean logically I should pick Matt, right? He's an amazing guy,
he's really cute and really funny and...James is...great, he's been an
amazing friend and...James isn't a sure bet you know? We're very different
people. He's a lacrosse player and party's a lot and...I don't know."
"Well, you have to," Alex explained. "Like soon. Like right now."
"Yeah," Cameron wiped his eyes.
"I mean, are you sure you want to go away with Matt?" She
asked. "It's an entire summer and if you're having these doubts then..."
"Yeah, I guess." Cameron thought for a moment. "All right, I'm
going to home and think things over." He headed over towards the door.
"Okay, good. I have a date anyway," Alex casually stated..
"A date?" Cameron stopped at the door. "With who?" Alex paused
before speaking.
"Kevin Trainer, and look don't be mad..." Alex tried to defend
herself.
"Kevin Trainer?!" Cameron burst out laughing. "You're going on a
date with Kevin Trainer?"
"Shut the fuck up," Alex laughed as she pushed him out the
door. Alex lay back down, when she heard another knock at he door. It was
Cameron.
"I just realized I'm not going to see you for three months,"
Cameron laughed.
"Oh fuck, you're right!" She smiled.
They embraced for a few moments before Alex kicked him out so that
she could get ready for her date.
...
James lay on his bed defeated. It was already seven o'clock- he
couldn't believe that Cameron had ignored all of his phone calls. He
didn't even know what to do next. He needed some sort of guidance. He had
to decide what to do about Max. He had no one to talk to, no one would
understand.
Just as he felt that nothing was going right, he heard a knock on
his door. He was surprised to see Cameron open it with his head held low.
"Hey," Cameron smiled meekly. "I told your parents I had to give
you your notes back from finals."
"What are you doing here?" James sat up and moved to the side of
the bed.
"I...I came here to talk," Cameron started.
"Look, I need to tell you something," James interrupted.
"No, I know, James," Cameron sat down next to him. "I've been
thinking a lot about you and...me since last night, and..."
"Max Greco killed Kieran Wilmur," James revealed.
"What?" Cameron was taken aback.
"He came here last night after prom and told me when he was drunk,"
James explained. "He was driving the car that killed Kieran that night."
"What do you..." Cameron was processing the information. "I can't
believe this. We have to call the police."
"That's the thing," James explained. "He said he's going to out me
if I rat him out." Cameron looked extremely flustered. It was hard for him
to process all of this.
"Oh my god," Cameron mumbled as he placed his head in his
hands. "What do we do?"
"I don't know," James said. "I think there's a good chance that he
won't out me, but I don't know if I'm willing to risk it. I mean...it would
change everything."
They sat in silence for a few moments.
"You have to tell the police," Cameron finally said.
"You think so?" James asked.
"I mean it's the right thing to do, right?" Cameron thought aloud.
"Yeah," James was quiet for a moment. "You're leaving tomorrow
right?"
"Yeah," Cameron nodded. "But you can call me and ask me advice
about everything, I hate to leave you with this horrible dilemma..."
"Yeah," James muttered.
They both were quiet once again.
"About last night..." Cameron started to talk but James quickly
stopped him.
"Don't..." James stated abruptly. "You don't have to try and
apologize to me. It's fine. I get it."
"What do you mean you `get it'?" Cameron asked. "Look, you really
are an amazing friend to me, I'm so incredibly happy I have you in my
life. It's just...Matt's my boyfriend, you know?"
"Yeah," James faked a smile.
Three minutes of silence passed.
"I should probably get back to my house and start packing for
tomorrow," Cameron said and headed towards the door. He stopped himself and
turned around. "I almost forgot to say goodbye."
"Oh right," James got up.
James wrapped his arms around Cameron and embraced him. Cameron
placed his hands on James back. He could smell James' Axe deodorant. He was
going to miss him. James pulled out of the hug and looked into Cameron's
eyes. Their lips were only a few inches from each other. Cameron had to
pull himself back.
"Okay, so I'll see you in September," Cameron smiled and headed to
the door.
"Wait, Cameron," James said. Cameron turned around.
"Yeah?" Cameron waited for James to say something.
"Look, this is the last time I'll say anything to you," James
started. "But I meant everything I said last night, and I think you feel
something between us too. Am I making this up or...or is there something
here? Do you feel anything?"
Cameron didn't know how to respond. Over the past hour he had
realized that there in fact was something between them. It was different
than what he had with Matt, but he didn't exactly know how. But things were
complicated. He knew exactly how to answer the question.
"I'm sorry," Cameron lied. "You're a great friend." With that,
Cameron turned and left.
...
Cameron woke up early the next morning and took a shower. Matt's
parents were picking him up in an hour and driving him to Matt's
graduation, then they were going to stop at Cameron's and pick up his stuff
and then leave for the summer house. He couldn't believe that the day was
finally here.
Last night after Cameron spoke to James he had finished packing and
then gone to bed. He had so many memories to block out now. The kiss with
James, lying to Matt, the talk last night, the man on the boat. He couldn't
think about anything without feeling guilty or scared. It took him almost
two hours to fall asleep.
Cameron stood in the bathroom in a towel looking at himself in the
mirror. He knew he was relatively attractive. He didn't work out but he had
a natural physique. However, he couldn't believe that two guys were both in
love with him. It seemed like just yesterday that he was completely
alone. So much had changed in the last couple months. Things were
so...complicated.
He quickly got dressed in a dress shirt, tie, and khakis and walked
down to the kitchen. Both his parents were already waiting for him. His
father, Steve, had gotten him bagels.
"Hey there sports fan," Steve smiled as Cameron walked down the
stairs.
"Don't call me that, I don't even like sports," Cameron smirked.
"It's from a movie," Steve explained, but Cameron wasn't
listening. He had walked over to where the bagels were and was beginning to
make one for himself. "So you excited?"
"Yeah," Cameron muttered. "It'll be a fun summer."
"We're going to miss you so much," Laura placed a hand on Cameron's
back.
"So, this kid Matt, he's a good guy, right?" Steve asked.
"Yeah," Cameron blushed.
"It's just weird, I never heard you talk about him before this year
and now your going to spend a whole summer with him," Steve stated.
"His mother sounds really nice, I spoke to her on the phone," Laura
calmed him.
"Where's Travis? I haven't seen him around in a while..." Steve
asked. Cameron had taken a seat at the kitchen table.
"He's got a girlfriend now," Cameron explained.
"Hm," Steve thought for a moment. "So when are you going to get a
girlfriend, Cam?"
"I don't know, Dad." Cameron did not want to talk about this. This
just reminded him how happy he was to get away for the summer.
"What about Alexis?" Laura asked. "I think you two would make such
a great couple."
"Yeah, maybe." Cameron nodded.
They spoke for what seemed to be another two hours, but in reality
it was only half an hour before Matt's parents honked outside. Cameron
hopped up and said he'd be by in a couple hours to pick up his stuff. He
had told them that he was going to get camping equipment with Matt's family
before they left; he figured it would seem very suspicious if he told them
he was going to Matt's graduation.
The graduation ceremony seemed to drag on forever. Matt's parents
were very friendly people, but sitting next to them while Matt was on stage
for two hours was incredibly awkward. However, it was nice to see a pair of
parents who didn't care in the slightest that their son was gay. They were
cheering louder than any other parent there when Matt was called up to
receive his diploma. And Matt looked extremely cute in his cap and gown.
After the ceremony, Cameron watched as Matt said goodbye to all of
his friends. It was weird; Cameron had almost forgotten that Matt had this
whole other life before him. He was joking around with a couple guys, and
kissing girls on cheeks. Cameron felt like an outsider. He stood next to
Matt's parents for a while watching this, but soon Matt's parents began
talking to someone else. He was alone.
Suddenly, Cameron saw Kate Winters, James' sister. He had
completely forgot that she was in Matt's year. He hid his face quickly
behind a plant. James, however, was no where to be found. Weird. He then
remembered that James was grounded and his parents probably wouldn't let
him go. This made him laugh because knowing James, he was probably happy
that he didn't have to go. He imagined James sitting in his room probably
bored out of his mind, sitting throwing a lacrosse ball against the
wall. He suddenly missed James. He realized that things would never be the
same between the two of them. Before he could think any further, Matt
pressed his hand against his shoulder and told him that they were leaving.
They dropped Cameron off to get his things, and they drove back to
there house to get their own luggage. Cameron went inside and pulled down
all of his luggage. He set it up in the front hallway ready to go. His
parents, Laura and Steve, walked down the stairs and kissed him.
"Have fun, sportsfan, okay?" Steve smiled. Cameron nodded.
"And we'll be up to see you in three weeks, so just in case you
aren't having fun we can take you home," Laura smiled and kissed him.
A car horn sounded outside.
"All right guys, I love you, I'll see you soon," Cameron smiled and
hugged them both. They helped move his bags to the car.
"Pretty nice car you got here," Steve waved to Matt's parents.
"Dad, please don't..." Cameron held his head down,
embarrassed. Soon the two parents got to talking, while Cameron moved his
stuff into the car trunk. He wanted to get out of there. He wanted to be on
his way because then he would've made the decision and there would be no
turning back. Matt nudged him and smile as Cameron sat down in the back
seat. Time seemed to be going in slow motion as the two parents
conversed. Cameron began thinking of James again. His lips. His hair. His
chest. His smile. Everything came flooding back. Was he making the wrong
decision? He wasn't sure. Everything seemed to be going so fast.
Suddenly, he turned to his left and his parents were walking back
into the house, waving and blowing kisses. The time that passed so slowly
was now gone. They were leaving. There was no turning back now. Cameron
gripped his seat. The car started. Matt's father put the car into gear. He
put his foot on the gas. The car began moving. It was over. He couldn't
turn back.
"You okay?" Matt smiled as he placed his hand over Cameron's. He
looked at Matt, and smiled.
"Yeah," Cameron smirked.
The car drove off as the sun set.
The End.
Well, sort of. This is technically the end to the Diving In story. There
will be a sequel soon. I hope you enjoyed the series, and I hope you're not
too mad with this ending. There is much more story to tell. The next story
will focus on new issues in the characters lives. Let me know your
thoughts, suggestions, comments at ryanwest25@yahoo.com.