Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2005 02:22:49 -0500
From: EleCivil <elecivil@gmail.com>
Subject: Leaves and Lunatics - Chapter 10

Intro/Disclaimer:

Avast!  Ten chapters.  Some kind of milestone, I suppose.  If this were a
sitcom, I'd probably put together a clip show.  I thought about throwing
together clips from some old disclaimers, but decided against it.  It's too
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Onward!

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Leaves and Lunatics by EleCivil
Chapter 10
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Cam's eyes cracked open before spilling out over his face like eggs in a
frying pan.  Still dark.  It was still dark and he and Nathan were still in
bed, wrapped around each other.  For just a few more seconds, at least, he
could feel it; that feeling that he was part of someone else, and that
everything was perfect.

The sound of movement from downstairs licked across his ears, and it was
almost enough to make him cry.  Any minute now he was going to have to go
down there and talk to his parents, then say goodbye to Nathan.  For good.
If anything called for some forceful profanity, this was it, but his heart
just wasn't up to a spirited round of swearing.  Yet.

Nathan stirred beside him, and they reluctantly set about the process of
disengaging themselves from one another before rolling out of bed and
getting dressed.  Nathan slipped back into the clothes he had been wearing
the day before, while Cam followed his usual routine of grabbing the
closest pieces of clothing to the bed.  They were finishing up just as they
heard the knock on the door.

"Yeah, coming."  Cam called out.  He wasn't what you would call a morning
person, particularly not in the summer, when his hours of operation didn't
normally begin until ten in the morning.

By the time they had each finished their morning rituals and embarked down
the stairs, they were feeling a bit more in touch with reality.  Cam's
parents were at the table, breakfast already made.  Once everyone had been
seated and gone through a few nervous seconds of silence and chewing, Cam's
dad got things started.

"So...How long have you two been together?"

"Since the Forth of July."  Cam replied, Nathan nodding in agreement.

"First of all, I want you both to know that we've got no problem with it.
We've talked it over, and we agree that you're both responsible enough for
something like this.  There are some specifics that we need to talk about
one-on-one, but that can wait until later, okay?"

Cam nodded, not looking forward to that particular conversation.

"Now, this is important."  Cam's mom started in now.  It wasn't like the
previous night's tag-team interrogation, though - this was much less
threatening.  "We need to know why you didn't think you could tell us
before now."

Cam thought she looked worried.  Was she thinking about what happened
before?  Almost definitely.  He tried not to think about it, but it still
snuck up and sucker-punched him now and then.  It wouldn't surprise him if
it did the same to her.

"It's not that I didn't think I could tell you.  I knew you guys wouldn't
have a problem with it, because we've already talked about it."  Cam said.
He was kind of put off by the way everyone, himself included, kept
referring to his being gay as "It", but that was an issue for a different
time.

"It was me."  Nathan said, talking for the first time.  "I was afraid, and
I don't want my dad to find out just yet."

"I thought...sorry for asking, but weren't you living with your aunt?"
Cam's dad asked.

"I was.  I still am, I guess.  For another few hours, at least."  He
sighed.  "It goes like this..."

Nathan spent the next few minutes basically pouring out everything that had
happened from the time his mother died to the present, including meeting
and falling in love with Cam.  By the time he had finished, Cam had to
occupy his mouth with a rather large chunk of toast to keep himself from
choking up.  He didn't like getting all emotional in front of his parents;
there was just something awkward about it.  There were two things a guy
didn't do in front of his parents except under extreme duress, and those
were cursing and crying.  Gay or straight, that doesn't change - you didn't
break those rules.

That silence from earlier seemed to have only crept off into a corner
somewhere rather than leaving all together, because it had most certainly
returned.  Cam's parents didn't really know what to say, and Cam didn't
blame them.  What could you say after something like that?

"Is that all you needed to know?"  Cam asked after getting a firm grip on
his composure and swallowing that dry, scratchy bite of toast that he now
regretted taking.  His parents looked at each other, sharing one of those
parental-telepathy moments, and nodded.  "Then, um...can we be excused?"

The parents nodded again, and the boys once again returned to Cam's room
and collapsed on the bed together, still fully clothed.  It was still a bit
early for them, and after a few minutes of whispered conversation, they
were asleep again.

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Jerry was rather annoyed.  No, more than just annoyed, he was pissed off.
He liked that expression a lot more.  Seemed to imply that he was annoyed
to the point of annoyance taking a concentrated liquid form and evacuating
his body, which seemed much better than "rather annoyed".

Nathan had ditched him.  There they had been, all five of them together,
ready to head home.  He had started off earlier, knowing that Nathan would
want to say goodbye to Cam in private - perfectly understandable.  Hell, he
was a stand-up guy, being all considerate like that.  Then Nathan didn't
come home.  He went to Cam's instead.  And without even telling him!  What
the hell?  All the moron stuff aside, that hurt.

There it was, the last night they had together, and Nathan had missed it,
probably to play kissy-face with Cam.  It was obvious: Cam meant more to
Nathan than he did.  More than their years of tradition when it came to
visiting the each other's houses with family.

Their tradition was, of course, that whenever one of them had to leave,
they would stay up all night laughing at bad infomercials, playing games,
and generally having fun until eventually sneaking out of the house to race
around the block a few times at sunrise.  Then, the one that had to face
the six hour car ride home was able to sleep the whole way and not be
bored.  It was a tradition that went back as far as Jerry could remember,
and he had really been looking forward to it.

But no.  Nathan wanted to spend his last night with Cam, and didn't even
let Jerry know about it.  He had been stood up, plain and simple, and he
didn't like it.

He woke up in a bad mood, crossed over to his bedroom door, and locked it.
If Nathan didn't want to see him, fine, he wouldn't have to see him.  He
could come in, grab his stuff, and drive off with his dad, probably weeping
over some picture of Cam the whole time.  Screw him, then.

He brooded for a while, listening to his headphones.  Ah, Jawbreaker - a
raspy voice and an electric guitar; what else was there to music?  Then he
remembered that Nathan had given him that CD for his last birthday, and
pulled off the headphones to spite him.  Who wants to listen to some guy
rasp about breakups, anyway?

A knock on the door caught his ear.

"Who is it?"  He called, not feeling like getting up.

"Me."  Uncle Adam, Nathan's dad.  He didn't have any particular problem
with him, so he went to unlock the door and let him in.

"Hey."

"'Morning.  Is Nate in-" He stopped abruptly, looked around at the
otherwise empty room, and shrugged.  "Oh, guess not.  He wasn't in his room
either."

"He's not here.  He stayed over somewhere else."  Jerry stayed relatively
blunt, not wanting his anger to show.

"Oh, that's right!"  Nathan's dad struck himself in the forehead.  "I can't
believe I forgot.  Just not as sharp as I used to be, I guess.  I was
thinking he'd be stumbling around here looking sleep-deprived and
zombie-like as usual."

"Yeah, that's what I thought, too.  But he's in love now, so it's okay for
him to be a moron."  He said, sarcastically.  Wait, did he just say that?
Damn, damn, damn.  Being pissed off and just getting out of bed don't go
well together when it came to controlling one's tongue, it appeared.

"What?"

"Nothing."  He prayed that he would just let it drop at that, but he
honestly doubted it would happen.

"No, you said Nate was in love.  Is that right?  My son found a girl out
here?"

"Yes!"  Jerry replied a bit too enthusiastically.  He was pissed, but not
pissed enough to let his cousin's deepest secret slip.  This would work.
"Yeah.  He's been going out with this girl for a while.  That's where he
is.  Staying with her."

"Wow, why didn't he tell me?  What's her name?"

"Um..."  He hesitated, then said the first female name he could think of.
"Jill!  That's it."

"Jill, huh?  Hm."  He walked off, looking deep in thought.

"Ah, jeez."  Jerry muttered, sitting down.

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Jill was the only one home when she heard a knock at the door.  She opened
it up to see Andrew standing there, shifting in his shoes.

"Hey." She said, stepping back to let him inside.

"Hey.  I was thinking we could walk over to Clint's place.  You know, help
him get ready, say goodbye, that kind of thing."

"Yeah, just let me find some shoes."  A task that would be a lot easier if
she had the habit of taking them off in the same general area, but instead
complicated by the fact that she was never quite sure where she had left
them.  Still, a few minutes later she was ready to go.  She locked up and
followed Andrew outside, where they fell into stride on the sidewalk.

"After this, do you want to go to a movie or something?"  Andrew asked,
seeming to be forcing himself to sound casual.

Jill paused for a second.  "You mean like, with the group, or...?"

"I was thinking...just us, maybe?"  Now it looked like he was trying his
hardest to look at her without actually looking at her, his eyes straining
to one side while his feet kept the same pace.

"Are you asking me out?"

"Trying to, yeah."

Jill grinned.  She couldn't help it - seeing Andrew, Mr. Confidence
himself, stumbling around the subject like that was just...well, cute.

"In that case, I'd love to."

Andrew smiled back, and held out his hand.  She took it and they continued
walking, only letting go to knock on Clint's door.  A tall blond guy
answered.

"Hello."

"Um...hi.  Is Nathan here?"  Jill asked.

"Oh, no.  He's out right now, but he should be back soon if you want to
wait for him.  I'm Nate's dad, by the way."

"Oh, hi.  I'm Jill, this is Andrew."

"Oh, you're Jill?  Glad to meet you."  He held out his hand.  She gave a
quick glance to Andrew before shaking it.  Something about the way he said
it seemed...off.  "Come in, come it."

He seemed to hustle Jill inside and into a chair in the living room,
leaving Andrew to shamble inside a few seconds later.  He joined them in
the living room and shot Jill a questioning look.  She shrugged.

"So, tell me about yourself.  When did you and Nate meet?"

"Um...well, it was earlier in the summer.  I happened to run into him and
Jerry on the path in the woods."

Jerry stuck his head into the room and motioned wildly for Jill to join him
in the hallway, but Adam Hensley was too busy grilling her.  Andrew caught
her eye and nodded to Jerry before slipping out of the room.

"Are you in the same grade?"

She swore she heard Andrew trying to suppress a laugh from the hallway.

"Uh...yeah, we're both starting eighth this year.  We didn't have any
classes together, though."  She was getting a bit nervous about this.  She
supposed it was normal for a parent to want to know something about the
people their kids are hanging around with, but this was getting to be
awkward.

Andrew and Jerry came into the room.  Jerry looked pretty shaken up, while
Andrew looked like some rare combination of nervous and amused.

"So, I thought Nate would be with you.  Didn't you say something about him
staying over with her, Jer?"  Adam asked.

"Huh?  With me?  No, he's probably with Cam."  She saw the boys wince at
that.

"Cam.  Cameron...Diaz."  Jerry interrupted, his voice sounding strained.
"She looks kind of like Cameron Diaz, the actress, so we call her that as a
joke."

"Yeah!"  Andrew added, "Her name's Jill, too.  A different Jill, though.
We've...we've got a lot of Jills here in Ohio."

"Which is why we call her Cam.  To tell them apart."  Jerry finished.

"Wha-" Jill started to say something, but was cut off by Andrew.

"Um, excuse us for one second, Mr. H?"

"Um...sure."  He tried to work out exactly what had just happened while the
kids left the room.

"Cameron Diaz?  That the best you could do?"  Andrew snapped as soon as
they were inside Jerry's bedroom, door closed.

"Oh, sorry I couldn't come up with a masterpiece like 'Boy, there sure are
a lot of Jills in Ohio!'"  Jerry argued.  "I'm doing the best I can after
Jill here dropped Cam's name."

"What are you talking about?  What the hell was that?  Why does your uncle
think Clint spent the night at my house?  I swear, every time I think I
know what I can expect from you guys..."  Jill sighed, shaking her head.

"Oh jeez!  You know that Cam's going to be coming here, right?"  Jerry
exclaimed.

"You're right.  We've got to catch him and explain everything before he
introduces himself."  Andrew took a contemplative pose.  "All right, there
are only two doors to the house.  If we each take one-"

"Somebody tell me what's going on!"  Jill yelled, exasperated.

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"'Morning.  Who's this?"  Adam Hensley asked, motioning to Cam.

"Oh yeah.  Dad, this is Cam."  Nathan explained.

"Cam?"  He repeated back, activity apparent behind his eyes.  "Doesn't that
get kind of confusing?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, you've got one friend named Jill, one named Cam, and one whose
name is Jill but goes by the nickname of Cam.  Phone conversations around
here must be pretty confusing."

"I...what?"  Nathan started with an almost complete thought in mind, but
the more he turned it over, the less it made sense.

"Never mind."  He mumbled.  "I'm going to go load up the car."  He said,
stepping past them to the front steps.

"Alright, here's the plan."  Andrew strode purposefully from the hallway,
Jerry and Jill in tow.  "I'll take front door.  Jerry, you take back.
Jill, take lookout on the street.  If you think they get past you, whistle
three times and-"

Jerry jabbed him with an index finger and motioned to where Cam and Nathan
were standing.

"Oh.  Um...tactical retreat?"  Andrew turned on his heel and maneuvered
behind the others.

Cam looked at Nathan for an explanation, but he just shrugged and moved to
join the others.  They re-grouped in Jerry's room, knowing that Nathan's
would be even more empty than usual.

"So, is something going on, or am I just really out of it?"  Nathan asked.

"Alright, it goes like this.  Jerry accidentally said something to your
dad-" Andrew started, before Jerry cut him off.

"But I covered it by saying that you were with your girlfriend."

"Who he said was named Jill-" Jill broke in at this point.

"But then he met Jill, and Jill told him that she wasn't the right Jill-"

"Right, and that the right Jill really goes by Cam-"

"Because she looks like some actress and there's a lot of Jills in town-"

"So we tried to get to you guys to warn you not to introduce Cam as Cam-"

"Because he'd think Cam was the Jill that goes by Cam-"

"Which he obviously isn't, since imaginary Jill-Cam is a girl and Cam-Cam
is a guy-"

"Which would only make things even more confusing-"

"And might lead to him catching on to the whole thing.  But, uh...I think
we handled it pretty well."

Nathan had lost track of who had said what just a few sentence-fragments
into the conversation, and was now looking between the three speakers with
one eye squinted and his mouth half-open.

"That was..."  Cam tried to say something, but he didn't think the right
words existed to formulate a decent response to that.  "That...my head
hurts."

"So, wait...does he think I'm gay, or does he just think you guys are
insane?"  Nathan asked.

"I don't think he knows.  But just remember, you've got a girlfriend named
Jill."  Andrew replied.

"Who everyone calls Cam because she looks like Cameron Diaz."  Jerry added.

"And you'll probably have to make up a last name and some other vital
stats, too, because I'm sure he's going to grill you on the road."  Jill
finished.

"Wow.  You know, maybe I should just tell him.  I mean, it'll be hard and
everything, but it's got to be easier than this."

"You mean it?"  Cam asked.

"Yeah.  I mean, I can't hide it forever, right?  And look at the situation
it put you guys in.  You shouldn't have to lie for me."  He said.  "Though
I must admit, you are pretty good at it if you managed to pull that one
off."

"It's...it's a pretty big step, though.  Don't rush it for our sakes."
Jill said.

"Don't worry.  I was already thinking about it before all this stuff.  Last
night, when I saw how Cam's parents treated him..."  He trailed off.  "How
did you tell them, Cam?  You never did get around to telling me about it."

"Oh."  Cam said with a bit of a start.  "Um...I didn't tell them.  They
just kind of found out.  They read some stuff I had written down,
and...yeah."

"Wow.  How did that go?"

"Oh, you know.  Normal parent talk.  You heard the kind of stuff they said
last night.  More of that.  Then we just didn't mention it for a while.
Not until...well, last night, really."

"Oh."

"Nathan!  Almost ready?"  Mr. Hensley's voice echoed through the hall and
into Jerry's bedroom.

"One minute!"  He called back.

He turned to his friends, his cousin, and his boyfriend and shrugged.  They
were silent for a second before Jill stepped forward and hugged him.

"Bunch of males...can't show any emotion until I do, right?"  She laughed,
but there was a sad, cracking quality to it.  Her eyes were shining with
misty pre-tears by the time she backed off.  "See you, Clint."

Jerry followed suit, throwing just one arm around his cousin to keep things
from getting too awkward.  "See if you can talk your dad into coming down
for Thanksgiving, all right?  Play the 'stick with family' card.  Never
fails."

Andrew stepped forward next, sighing.  "I never do this.  My parents have
to force it out of me."  He stood a few steps back from Nathan, a look of
indecision crossing his face.  "I mean, I don't...it's hard, you know?
I've never..."  Jill placed her hand against his lower back and shoved him
forward into Nathan.  He gave him a quick hug and stepped back.  "Get back
here soon.  Without you around, I've got no one to make up ridiculous
strings of lies for."

Finally, Cam stepped forward and kissed Nathan hard on the lips.  Neither
of them said anything.

The next thing Cam knew, he was listening to Adam Hensley's beat-up old
Cadillac pulling out of the driveway.  He couldn't bring himself to look
out the window and watch it roll down the street, carrying Nathan, the
first and only boy he had ever loved, away from him.

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That's it for now.  Until next time, EleCivil@gmail.com