HAPPINESS

Lick, lick, lick, lick (I lick) I want to eat your dick (I do) But I can't fuck up my nails (I can't) So I'mma pick it up with chopsticks Mouth wide open, mouth wide open Mouth wide open like I was at the dentist Mouth wide open, mouth wide open Put it so deep, I can't speak a sentence

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⌜╳ ┊ TASK 007  — SOCIAL MEDIA (PT. 2) !

a glimpse into camden’s social media 11+ years from now 

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⌜╳ ┊ TASK 007  — SOCIAL MEDIA (PT. 1) !

a glimpse into camden’s social media during his senior year of high school

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nathenos:

“oh,” nathan replied stupidly. what should have he expected? he asked for an answer and camden had given him one. “fair enough,” he recovered with a quick smile that didn’t meet his eyes. his lips twitched at the mention of camden’s mom, a woman he had grown to love, and nodded slowly as he registered his words. this was what he wanted to hear, right? that camden had moved on. isn’t that what he was hoping for? then why did it hurt so bad? “i’m glad it’s been easy for you,” nathan turned off the pan as the eggs had finished cooking. “maybe now we can work towards being.. you know, friends or something,” he didn’t know what kind of bullshit was spewing out of his mouth but he was trying to act as casual and normal as possible when discussing the state of their relationship. he grabbed two plates, even though his appetite had completely vanished and scooped a serving onto each. “here you go,” he offered a plate to camden without lifting his gaze from the eggs. “you don’t have to tell your mom your ex-boyfriend cooked for you but i do hope you pass on that i send her my best. or maybe if you think that’s a bad idea, don’t mention me, just make sure you’re calling her often.” 

“easy, yeah,” camden nearly scoffed, “that’s all it’s been.” he was transparent, always had been, and he knew now was no exception. he only hoped that both of them could continue to believe it. “friends ?” he nearly choked on the word, faltering as he repeated it back to nathan. they’d been friends before of course, both before they’d dated and during, but it seemed foreign to them now. the thought of beings friends with nathan bewildered camden now, a stark contrast from lovers and now exes. “you know, i um,” i lied, i’m sorry, i take it back, “i have one of your hoodies still. you gave it to me when we were together, i don’t know if you’d remember or not,” he trailed off once more, “i sleep in it sometimes because it’s comfortable, you know, but i should probably give it back, huh ? i mean, it makes more sense that you would have it now. friends don’t really share hoodies.” camden accepted the eggs, but his appetite was now nonexistent, lost somewhere in their conflict. gently, he set the plate on the counter beside him, unable to feign hunger. “i’ll tell her you said hi.”

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uhvivicn:

“you’re not that bad of a kisser either,” vivian teased, puckering her lips into a kiss and making kissy noises. “all jokes aside though, i just-. don’t think proceeding here or pursuing what we have or could have is a good idea. not even because it’s you and not even because it’s me but i think-. after some revelations as of late. i think that i just-.” she paused for a moment, reflecting on the past year, the ups and downs and the twists and turns. at the centre of that was her love for her pythons and she would be damned before she let anything be prioritised over that, “i don’t know, i don’t really want to do, date-. sexually interact with anyone within the pythons. everyone is all linked up and problematic and i mean-. i’m sure nathan is going to be coming for my head if he knew about this and i just-. i really hope we can be friends. or at least, our version of friends. who have permission to kiss whenever we’re black out drunk and it’s not hurting anyone because-. it was nice.”

“yeah, i get that,” he smiled softly, “in fact, i have an ongoing deal with someone that i’m not supposed to get with anymore pythons, so i should probably keep my distance.” and just like that, they managed to slip into their old banter, this awkward ordeal nothing more than a small blip. “oh my god, is that what we are now ? friends who kiss when they’re blackout drunk ? i bet my mom would be so proud,” camden rolled his eyes theatrically, though it didn’t stop a small laugh from escaping him. “sounds like a deal,” he leaned forward then, offering her his hand to shake in some makeshift agreement, “just maybe next time we can avoid jail.”

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text ✉️ cam

arnold: lmao yeah we probably need to brew it

arnold: let’s have a tea party while we’re at it, with biscuits and crumpets

arnold: i need to become a proper englishman before i become the king of england

camden: okay i'll meet u in the kitchen

camden: oh word ur gonna be king?

camden: let me be your queen, pineapple daddy

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nathenos:

“bickering?” nathan turned his body towards camden with a skeptical expression. “he said he’s never seen you so angry.” he scanned cam’s face briefly. “i know he said some shitty things but you didn’t have to get violent with him. especially.. especially when he’s not the source of your anger.” he took a deep breath, trying to think about what he was saying. “if there’s anyone to be angry with it’s me,” nathan’s eyes flicked up to meet camden’s. “why aren’t you angry with me?” the question he often asked in his head. why did cam still stand to look at him? why did cam let nathan kiss him after everything he put him through? he had never understood camden’s quality of forgiveness. “you can’t hate graham and not hate me. so what is it? why can’t you just hate me instead?” 

“i don’t hate either of you,” he admitted quickly, eager to forget the poisonous statement he’d uttered to graham with such malice. camden didn’t — couldn’t — hate either of them, no matter how hard he tried. “i guess,” he began, faltering over the statement threatening to spill from his lips, “i guess you’re just easier to forget.” and then it was out, floating in the air between them like a ricocheting bullet. that’s a lie, he wanted to say, you’re all i can ever remember. but instead, he refrained, leveling his gaze with nathan’s as he tried to muster some semblance of courage to deliver another blow. “my mom asks about him constantly, she still thinks we’re the best of buds, actually,” she asks about you too, “but you ? god, she knows we’re over with, everyone does. it’s a lot easier to get over you when everyone else already has.” his gaze did drop in that moment, suddenly breathless, consumed by his dishonesty and his misplaced anger. 

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uhvivicn:

“thank you for your apology, but-. there isn’t anything you need to be sorry about,” vivian noted, her tone calm and measured, “apart from maybe avoiding me, i missed you the past few days.” her eyes flittered to the mug before wondering back up in hopes to meet his, “and don’t say that you shouldn’t have done all of those things. because you should have and i can’t blame you for doing that either. i was equally as much of a participant as you were, i asked for truth and i suppose that was your truth.” silence fell over the two for a moment before vivian took a deep breath and proceeded with words that she knew would be difficult to say, “i just don’t think you meant any of it in the way that you intended,” she began, speaking slower now, more cautiously, “i honestly think that your feelings, whatever they may be, are misplaced. i don’t think you like me, i don’t think you want me, i think you want the fairytale that you pictured in your head from when you were three. you want the girl who told you that we’d fly away to some mystical land and dance with fairies. i think i’m filling a placeholder, cam. i think you’ve created a story because you’re not happy with your own right now. i feel as if you’ve made me, pictured me, as something i’m not but what you want me to be. and i’m sorry that i’m not but-. i think your mind is with me, i’m the right option on face value, but your heart is with someone else.” 

“alright,” he began to nod slowly, too resigned to argue. there was a part of him that wanted to, a small voice in his head that was screaming at him to fight, to assure her that she had it all wrong. but maybe she didn’t. and if she was correct in her assumptions, the last thing camden wanted to do was make her feel used. “this year has been kind of weird, you know ? like, everything is turning upside down on itself, and i guess sometimes it’s easy to fall into old habits,” he began to ramble, his eyes glued to the ground, only moving on occasion to sip from his mug. then, because it was the only way he knew how to ease the tension, camden began to joke. “honestly though, if i was going to choose someone to fly away to a magical land with, it’d be you. i mean, you aren’t a bad kisser, after all,” he grinned then, a sort of peace offering between them. 

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uhvivicn:

vivian had never been one to shy away from confrontation and this time, it was quite the same. when she had found herself one night in camden’s room, it was most definitely not the night that she had planned out for herself and when things went south, she found herself at a loss. she never particularly had nothing to say, but this time she had nothing but silence. when she heard a familiar voice, she jumped slightly, snapping out of her midday haze as she lounged by the pool. watching him sit across from her, she sat up herself and accepted the hot chocolate, taking a sip before she spoke, “talk? i think the question is whether you want to talk, cam. not me, you’ve been the one avoiding me. you were the one that told me to leave.”

camden nodded slowly, his eyes focused on the contents of his mug. “yeah, i did,” he admitted, shame coating his tone. the softness he typically adopted when addressing vivian was absent, instead replaced with a sullen nonchalance as he finally met her gaze. “i’m really sorry, viv,” he told her at once, “i shouldn’t have told you all of that stuff, and i definitely shouldn’t have told you to leave. i probably shouldn’t have kissed you either, but hey, what can you do ?” camden’s shoulders lifted in a shrug, an awkward movement that felt out of place in such a moment. “anyways, i just wanted to apologize. i figured i left you waiting long enough.”

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@uhvivicn

two mugs of cocoa in hand, camden meandered through the house, intent on finding vivian. it wasn’t that she was particularly hard to find — in fact, cam had been the one in hiding lately — but actually bringing himself to do so was troubling, leading him to drag his feet as he meandered towards the pool. he’d caught a glimpse of her out here earlier and was inspired to apologize, the cocoa in hand a makeshift peace offering as he made himself known. “hey,” he called, his voice echoing as he sat across from her. camden held the second mug between them, his way of offering it as he asked, “you wanna talk ?”

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nathenos:

nathan focused on seasoning the eggs and his eyes never left the pan even when his heart took a plunge at camden’s answer. the way he said everything made nathan’s mind run through the stages of the night, recalling every step that led him to end up in camden’s bed. how easy it was to let camden take him home. he thought about how easy it would be to admit he had enjoyed last night but that went against everything nathan’s been trying to do this whole trip. to distance himself from camden, to let him move on and lead a better life without him. and maybe the thought of them both admitting the night happened scared nathan and he retreated to one of his fucked up defence mechanisms. “really?” he asked as he stirred the eggs, “’cause my mind’s a bit fuzzy. the only thing i remember is lighting up some centrepieces with teagan. maybe you could fill in the blanks –” nathan spewed out his lies as he looked over at camden. “starting with why you punched graham.” 

“oh,” it was the only word camden could utter, nathan’s reply seemingly knocking the wind out of him. the previous night played before his eyes much like a movie — every kiss, every laugh, every touch all coming to fruition as he stared at the oblivious boy before him. camden cleared his throat, eyes rising to hesitantly meet nathan’s, “oh, you know how we get,” he murmured, mustering every ounce of nonchalance he could, “we’re always bickering, it was about time one of us lashed out.” his eyes fell to rest on the counter, unable to meet nathan’s gaze as he continued to lie. he’d never been the best with dishonesty, especially when the person being lied to could read camden like an open book. “and uh, as for filling in the blanks,” he paused, briefly considering spilling everything, but thought better, instead continuing with, “we didn’t really cross paths, so i’m not much help. sorry.”

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grahamfr:

graham wiped his silent tears as he sat there now, feeling slightly embarrassed over the thought that he was sobbing before his best friend; although it wasn’t much different from the nights in their dorm room, breaking down over tests and deadlines and not being able to sleep many nights before but now, it felt more vulnerable and open. he exhaled, feeling the weight slightly being lifted from his chest along with it. “i hope you don’t hit me again either, it hurt like a bitch.” graham said, making no move to look him in the eye more as he focused on the waves. “and i promise to never step out of line like that again, i don’t know what came over me. why.. why i just needed you to hate me so bad..” graham shook off the memory making its way to paint in his mind, he didn’t want that reminder. not right now. “camden, i’m sorry for doing it. i’m sorry for sleeping with him a-and if i could take it back, you know i would. i wouldn’t have gotten drunk with him and slipped into bed and not knowing whether we did it or not but if he ran out like that, the same morning. i could only assume the worst.” graham, sullen, replied. graham wiped his palms on his chest to rid of the excess sand and then reached up to wipe his tear stained cheeks, that had began to crust and make it hard for his cheeks to stretch to smile. “here’s to working on something better this year, yeah?” graham turned to face him, a kind smile that welcomed a new beginning for the two. there was a point where he couldn’t imagine camden not being in his life, that point still remained.

camden bit his lip, eerily still as graham uttered his apology. he’d heard the story from nathan, of course, discovered bits and pieces through the angry words graham would spew at him. but hearing it directly from him was something else entirely, something that made every hair on his body stand on end. “i-it’s fine, graham, i don’t wanna hear this,” he shook his head quickly, hoping to drown out the other boy, “look, it is what it is. whatever happened that night, whatever you did, just keep it to yourself. it’s better that you live with that, not me. i already have my own ideas.” he shrugged then, trying to portray the nonchalance he wanted so desperately to feel, “just, uh, don’t sleep with my next boyfriend, yeah ?” and though it felt oddly foreign, he smiled at graham, something small but still offering peace. he was hoping that this year could be a new beginning for the both of them, one that would allow their friendship to flourish the way it once had. 

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text ✉️ cam

arnold: right?

arnold: i read online that tea bags help bites

arnold: i needa tea bag

arnold: wanna help?

camden: i think u can use dryer sheets and cold spoons too

camden: yeah, where are you?

camden: do we have to brew it, or do you just use a dry one?

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text ✉️ cam

arnold: [image attachment sent]

arnold: :)

camden: oh shit

camden: good for you

camden: that bite looks nasty tho it takes away from the composition as a whole //:

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text ✉️ cam

arnold: bet

arnold: i'm not afraid

camden: you wont

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text ✉️ open

arnold: yo

arnold: it's not what it looked like

arnold: i was just scratching a bug bite on my inner thigh

arnold: swear im not making this up, i'll even send you a pic of it

camden: you're gonna send me a pic of your inner thigh?

camden: word

camden: might as well just flash me your dick arnie

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teagan: BLESS U UNDERSTAND

teagan: I TRIED ASKING SOMEONE ELSE FOR HELP AND THEY JUST KEPT ASKING ME TO RE-EXPLAIN I WAS GONNA CHOKE

teagan: i want to keep being quiet but like :( hes already an ugly and at this point idc if it ruins his image bc he deserves it

teagan: like who runs over their daughter's bike and then tell the daughter that i did it even tho i never did it like who the fuck does that

teagan: i HATE men

camden: this is why u ALWAYS come to me for advice we've been through this //:

camden: oh shit if he's ugly fuck it up then

camden: you're...feuding with a father?

camden: men are the worst you should sleep w his wife to get back at him :((

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teagcn:

the phrase ‘i really messed up’ seemed to be a common one for these two, the phrase almost always coming up while they had their coffee sessions. though it was a common phrase for their conversations, there was always two options that followed it. sometimes the claim was true, sometimes the claim was false. sometimes they had actually messed up, sometimes they just needed reassurance that it wasn’t their fault. “what happened with jade wasn’t your fault entirely, cam. yeah, you said some shit things to her, but it sounded like you had those feelings bottled up for quite a bit.” she said, smiling at him sympathetically. “have you and jade talked about it yet? or have you guys talked at all?” she asked. his next question made teagan silent again. she knew it’d come up eventually, the drink inside their mugs being a dead giveaway that teagan would have to talk about it. “graham slept with romina.” she said, looking at him with a blank expression as she shrugged. “and with kaia. at the same time.” she sighed. “he told me while we were in dubai and that their… thing happened while we were on the boat about a month ago. we were dancing and he was holding me and then he told me. and then i left and that’s all i’ve been doing since.” 

camden took a careful sip from his mug, using that short time to gather his thoughts. “she didn’t deserve any of it, not really. i was just mad and i said shit i shouldn’t have,” he shrugged, devastated by their haphazard friendship, but knowing that it would eventually piece itself back together. it always did, this time was just taking longer than usual. camden met teagan’s gaze, face falling as she told him the news. to say he was shocked was an understatement, the sting of graham’s betrayal something known to him, but something he’d never expected to happen to teagan. not like this, not with her best friend. “they fucked on the boat ?” he asked, the exasperation in his tone apparent. camden stared at his lap, wanting so badly to scream for her. “graham’s good at shit like that, fucking people he isn’t supposed to,” it’d left his mouth before camden could stop it, and now he peered up at her, nearly hoping she wouldn’t ask him to clarify. “i mean, that’s your best friend. and romina ? fuck, she still has the tan line from her engagement ring.” he shook his head, exasperated as he patted her knee. it was a small gesture, but one he hoped would convey his sympathy.