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@camevanss
TEXT: finn + cam
FINN: i can't wait until youre an actual father.
FINN: but please hold i'm gonna check my planner.
FINN: i get in next thursday!
FINN: i was just here this last weekend but it was for family stuff so forgive me for not texting you.
CAM: The jokes will only get better.
CAM: Of course you have a planner. So sophisticated.
CAM: Oh, it's cool. How's the fam?
CAM: Rad. Add a hangout with Cam to your planner for that weekend.
TEXT: finn + cam
CAM: Do you know my favorite type of tea?
CAM: It's you, shawTEA.
CAM: Okay, dad joke over. How's Chi town? Windy? Also, what day are you getting here for the wedding and when are we hanging out?
TEXT: joey + cam
JOEY: they're not my besties, ur my bestie... unless you choose bentley over me, like ALWAYS
JOEY: he says u stink
JOEY: jk we'll be there for the wedding tho!!!! ur going right???
JOEY: ur a nerd, bet ur hanging out with bentley >:(
CAM: When I came up for your birthday seemed like you had some new besties.
CAM: Of course. Save me a dance, loser.
CAM: That fool is at work.
TEXT: joey + cam
JOEY: hiiiiiiiii!!!!!
JOEY: i don't hate u!!! stop being so dramatic!!!!!
JOEY: i was at the diner with angel, i just got to my room!!!
JOEY: what's up with u??? aren't u at work??
CAM: Gotta bring the drama to compete with all your actor besties at your school.
CAM: Tell him I said hello! Can't wait to see you guys again soon.
CAM: I worked the lunch shift, so I'm home now. Gonna play some xbox.
TEXT: joey + cam
CAM: Hey baby boy. What up?
CAM: You missed my FaceTime earlier. Wasn't aware that you hated me.
CAM: What are you busy doing?
graham-sd:
Graham smirked. “Good, I need an excuse to keep this place clean.” he said with a bow. He floated back into the kitchen and began preparing bowls and chips, even scooping out some of the spinach dip he made into little containers. He was really thankful for both Bentley and Cam. He didn’t have a ton of friends in Lima anymore as most of his graduating class booked it to chase their dreams. “His name if Doofus.” Graham said as he came out with the snacks and made his way to the couch. He plopped down on it and gestured for Cam to do the same. “You seem like a dog person. I don’t know if I’m just picturing your dad but you have serious all-american vibes.” Graham added with little spirit fingers.
Cam was grateful for his friendship with Graham. Most of his friends were busy with school and life, and he didn’t get to see them as much. As much as he loved FaceTiming Joey or being able to hang out with Finn during spring break, it wasn’t the same as being able to see a friend every day. Although, his friendship with Graham was new and had mostly just sprung off the friendship he had with his sister, Cam was still so happy they’d become friends. “Doofus? It’s sweet you named him after me,” he teased with a laugh. He followed Graham’s lead and took a seat on his couch, smirking once Doofus jumped up and joined him. Clearly, he was just as much of a fan of Cam as Cam was of him. “All-American vibes?” He echoed, raising an eyebrow. “I think that’s the nicest way anyone’s ever called me boring before.”
bentleylynn:
If it weren’t for this job, Bentley would probably have been stuck at his parent’s house – while not paying rent seemed like the best option, there was no way that he was going to handle another year with his mom, especially since he became the main target after Benji had been off to college. That’s why when Cam mentioned something about needing a roommate, Bentley was the first one to say something and the two had become friends over that – at first Bentley thought that he was just another Lima loser like everyone else, but it didn’t take him long to realize that he was actually pretty cool. “I just tripped, I don’t fucking know.” Bentley said honestly, not sure how he had got himself into that situation – it was pretty common for him to trip on nothing and messing up things, but not everyone was used to that yet. “Some kind of pasta, I think. That red one, whatever the fuck that’s called.” Bentley said, clearly frustrated about that whole situation. As Cam went on about the possibility of him getting fired, he let out a small laugh as he shook his head at Cam. “Please, they can’t fire me. Who are they going to hire? Tommy Ryerson? Yeah, I don’t think so. I think my job is safe for now.” Bentley said, as he crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for the other to prepare the plate that he had dropped earlier. “But I’ll try and be more careful, I guess.”
After dropping out of school, Cam had no choice but to get a job and an apartment. His mother was not a fan of supporting her dropout son, and his dad was always down for supporting whatever she wanted. Cam understood it though. He was always his mother’s favorite. She had a lot of plans and expectations for him, none of which included working full time in the kitchen at Breadstix. But here he was, trying to convince his roommate to do a better job or risk getting fired. Maybe Breadstix wasn’t that serious to him, but Cam didn’t half-ass anything and he wasn’t about to start now. “Try to walk slower next time, man,” Cam warned shaking his head. Hearing Bentley’s description of what the dish was, made him immediately roll his eyes. That wasn’t helpful at all. “Spaghetti? Chicken parmesan? Do you have it written down somewhere?” Cam loved cooking, so he definitely took it seriously. It didn’t frustrate him that Bentley didn’t take working at Breadstix all that seriously. It wasn’t like this was anyone’s dream. They were just two guys living in Lima and trying to make the best of the situation. “Dude. They could easily replace you with some teenager. You know that, right?” He muttered, shaking his head. He turned his attention back to the noodles currently cooking on the stove before turning to watch one of the other cooks begin stirring alfredo sauce. “Are you closing tonight? Or are you getting out of here soon?”
who: @camevanss + graham
when: post spring break
where: graham’s apartment
graham was sitting in the living room of his apartment, Doofus the Rottweiler on his lap. when the doorbell rang, doofus sprung to action and began barking up a storm. “shut beak, doofus.” graham mumbled, getting up from his couch and throwing doofus’s toy in the opposite direction to distract him. he made his way to the front door and look through the peephole to make eye contact with the one and only cam evans. he smiled and opened the front door. “welcome! welcome!” he said with a nod, taking the snacks and drinks out of cam’s hands. he wandered off into the kitchen to put everything down. “i hope you’re ready for some mother fucking wrestlemania!” he said excitedly, before placing the snacks on his kitchen counter. when he stepped back out to face cam, doofus was all over him. “oh…and i have a dog now.” he said with a confident nod.
Cam beamed once Graham swung the door open, happy to get to hang out with his friend. In Cam’s eyes, Graham was like one of the coolest guys he knew. He had cool hair, an awesome bike shop, and just seemed to somewhat have his shit together. That was something Cam definitely envied. He nodded as his friend disappeared into the kitchen, and it wasn’t long before a dog popped out and was jumping all over him. “I can see that,” he laughed as he bent down and immediately started giving the dog the attention that he deserved. “If you think I’m over here all the time now. It’s going to be worse now that you have a pup,” he joked, completely sitting on the floor now so that the dog could take over his lap. “How long have you had this little guy and what’s his name?”
WHO: Bentley Lynn & @camevanss
WHEN: March 20th, 2043
WHERE: Breadstix, Lima, Ohio
Getting a job at Breadstix probably wasn’t the best idea for Bentley – but he needed one and that was the best thing that he probably was going to get around Lima either way. Plus, he got to work with his roommate, which was something that made it a lot of better. The problem of working as a waiter was that you actually needed to be good at what you were doing. How hard could it be to just put plates on the table? As much as Bentley tried to control his natural klutz over the years, the truth is that he hadn’t made any progress when it came to it – that’s why it didn’t come as a surprise when Bentley had picked up a plate full of food, only to drop it on the floor when he tripped on nothing. As he looked down at the floor, seeing the mess he made, he let out a groan as he looked at the customer. “I’ll be right back.” He said.
As he made his way inside of the kitchen, Bentley quickly looked for Cam – the other probably wasn’t going to be happy that Bentley had dropped yet another plate with food, but he was hoping that he could let it slide again. “Yo, Cam.” He said once he spotted him in the kitchen, making his way towards him as he rolled his eyes, thinking about what he had just done. “I dropped another fucking plate again, can you just do it again?” He asked, crossing his arms, as he looked over at his roommate, wishing that he would just say yes so the two could move on from that.
Working at Breadstix wasn’t Cam’s dream job. He was pretty sure that working at Breadstix wasn’t anyone’s dream job. But he didn’t hate it. He was cooking and finally, he was able to brag that he had the recipe for their infamous breadsticks. And he got to work with Bentley. Working with Bentley was kind of stressful in some instances because, well, Bentley was kind of a mess. As old as it made Cam feel, Bentley reminded him of a less mature version of himself. The type of little spaz he could have turned out to be. Cam looked up as Bentley entered the kitchen, immediately shaking his head at the other guy’s words. “How did that happen?” He questioned with a deep sigh. He leaned down and pulled a round of breadsticks out of the oven, placing them on the counter. “Do you remember what the order was?” He knew there was a huge chance that Bentley didn’t remember. He wasn’t exactly great at his job. As much as Cam liked having his roommate around, Bentley wasn’t his favorite coworker. “You have to be more careful, man. If you keep dropping plates, they’re gonna end up firing you,” he warned with a shrug. Sure, Breadstix wasn’t really known for upholding a great work ethic, but still, he didn’t want his friend unable to pay his half of their rent.
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[MASON GOODING, CISMALE, HE/HIM] who’s that? oh it’s [CAM EVANS]. i hear they’re [20] and are known as [THE SOILED DOVE] around [OHIO]. they’re also a [COOK] at [BREADSTIX], they’re known to be [PASSIONATE and SOCIABLE] and [NEUROTIC and SHORTSIGHTED]. some people say they remind them of [THE SMELL OF FRESH CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES, LATE NIGHT DRIVES, and FULL GLASSES OF ROSÉ]. only one way to find out!
sterlingduval:
sterling was someone who always kept a small, selective tight circle. there was no denying that rocky was undoubtedly the most important person in her life, apart from her family, and then there was noah, who’d somehow managed to break down enough of sterling’s walls over the years that they’d formed a genuine, lasting friendship. besides that? sterling had a bunch of acquaintances that she kept at arm’s length, as if to always give herself an easy out when things got tough. so when things got tough with cam, the newest person to enter her life? sterling did what sterling did best: cut off all communication. and she likely would have continued the game of radio silence had it not been for cam’s ridiculous request. whether it was the desire to hear cam eat a mouthful of i’m sorry’s or the longing from missing having someone to clown with each joke, sterling showed up to the nall salon with a half-open mind. “i don’t know if we were ever friends,” sterling shot back as she settled into the chair next to him. “i showed up for the free massage,” she pointed towards the water. “and to hear you apologize. you were a dick at candyland. what the hell was all of that about?”
Cam always felt bad whenever he fought with a friend. It was always a regrettable situation, but he felt even worse fighting with Sterling. He didn’t know her that well. It wasn’t like with Frankie, or Joey, or even Theo, there was really no guarantee that Sterling would forgive him and still want to hang out. Thankfully, she’d showed up. But she’d showed up and immediately started giving him shit. Deservedly so. “We were definitely friends,” he responded with a nod of his head. “We were on the cusp of watching another Star Wars movie together. That solidifies a friendship with me.” There was a small smirk on his face, even though, he did still feel really bad. It was easy to fall back into some sort of rhythm with her or at least to want to. She was funny and disarming in her own charming way. “I’m sorry,” he admitted as he glanced over at her, lifting his arms into a surrender pose, before confessing, “I was a dick.” He let out a sigh as he lowered his arms and averted his gaze down toward his feet, taking a second to relax. “I was mad at myself. After talking to Joey about stuff with Dylan, and I took it out on you,” he breathed out, shaking his head. “It won’t happen again.” He was beginning to notice that serious conversations weren’t her forte, so he wasn’t actually expecting an admission of her missing him. “I want to be your friend again, okay? Please. Start making fun of me again. I missed it.”
dumbofassjoey:
“That’s true, I’m confident we’ll win too… I’ve been practicing my tumbling a lot, so I think I’m better than ever.” Joey said with a small nod, knowing that the Cheerios had always been great when it comes to competitions, especially since they had made it to Nationals easily and they were sure that everything would turn out fine. As Cam said that he could keep the guitar pick, he smiled down at it as he shoved it back into his pocket, hoping that he wouldn’t forget that it was there once he got home. “Wow, so you already played your last game as a Titan? How does that feel?” He asked, as he thought about graduation was rapidly approaching them. At Cam’s question about college, Joey nodded his head, which was probably surprising mostly because the people probably didn’t expect him to think about this. “Oh yeah… Well, you remember how I talked about NYADA? And there’s that musical theater program and everything… Turns out they having this dancing program, Julien told me about it and I looked it up and it seemed pretty cool. So, that’s my plan for now.” Joey said, not sure if anything would change during his senior year that would make him change his mind, but hopefully everything would go well and he would end up in NYADA with Julien and Ivy. It was a good plan after all. As he got up from his chair and sat down next to Cam in the bed, he looked over at the guitar as the other played and talked about the whole situation with Dylan – he was just glad that the whole thing seemed sorted out. “That’s good, right? Do you think she will be mad at me?” He asked, hoping that wouldn’t have ruined their friendship. “Of course. You’re my best friend and I want the best for you. I just felt like I should tell you, right? Am I a bad person for doing this?” He asked, questioning if he had been better off to stay quiet.
Cam watched as Joey stuffed the guitar pick into his pockets and let out a soft chuckle. “Try not to lose it again, bud,” he added, before shaking his head. Although, this was Joey he was talking to, so he was certain that his friend would misplace it a few more times. But he liked that it brought Joey some sense of comfort, even if it was actually fake and not good luck at all. Cam wasn’t going to acknowledge that part of it. “Yeah, man. I’m done with organized sports. I think my school has a golf team and that’s about it,” he shrugged, letting out a breathy chuckle. The idea of him playing golf was pretty laughable, but he was sure being holed up playing video games for the next four years wasn’t going to be very fun. So, he was going to have to find some other interest. “That’s a really good plan for you, dude. Seriously. I could visit you and Frankie at the same time,” he beamed, nodding his head. His two best friends being in the same city did seem like it would make things easier on him. Plus, he just wanted Joey to believe in himself. Sure, he struggled with school, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a future in college waiting for him, and NYADA seemed like a great place for him. “She won’t be mad at you. I didn’t mention you,” he explained, shaking his head. He played a few more chords before looking over at his best friend and shaking his head. Joey was a good guy, so Cam didn’t want him to feel bad about offering up advice. “You’re the greatest guy I know,” he stated simply. “You suck at guitar,” he teased as he laughed lightly. “But don’t worry. I’m serious. You’re a good guy.” He stopped playing, and turned to look over at Joey with a small smile. “Are you staying for dinner or what?”
dylanhart:
Dylan managed to muster up a smile as Cam told her, again, that he hadn’t sent her a vocal valentine. “So weird,” she said with a bit of a forced chuckle, “I have like…no idea who it could’ve been.” That part was true. There were no other guys pursuing Dylan at the moment and as far as she knew, none were even interested. It was all a big mystery. Happy to change the topic, Dylan cleared her throat and nodded at his comment. “Yeah, I had like…the best time,” she told him, now with a more genuine smile, grateful that it seemed like he also had a good time. In her experience, when she showed too much emotion, most guys shied away and tried to nip it in the bud. This was precisely why Dylan was taken aback by Cam’s question. Was everything okay? She turned her head to look at him and felt her breath momentarily hitch in her throat as she straightened out her position to mirror his. “Yeah, everything’s okay,” she lied halfheartedly, forcing another smile as she contemplated her options. She could act like nothing was wrong and make herself crazy…or she could be honest. If there’s something you need to say. I’m all ears. Dylan locked eyes with Cam in that moment and stared for a moment. After taking a deep breath and ignoring the way her heart thumped wildly in her chest, she shrugged. “Actually,” she started, voice small, “I guess I’m just kind of…wondering what we’re doing. Wondering like…what you want. With us.” Her thoughts came out jagged, but her feelings were clear. “I like you,” she told him honestly, “so…yeah. I don’t know.” A pause, and then another, “I don’t know.”
If there was some sort of problem, Cam always wanted to get to the root of it. Both of his parents were firm believers in not ignoring the problem at hand. His dad liked to talk about emotions all the time and his mom didn’t want to leave anything unsaid. And he’d picked up on that from the both of them. So, the minute it became obvious to him that something was bothering Dylan, he knew he was going to urge her to bring it to light. That was just the type of guy that he was. Plus, after his talk with Joey and the lingering confusion about their relationship hanging over the two of them, it only made sense that they actually talk. He nodded his head as she spoke, knowing full well where she was going with all of this. He sighed as he ran his hands down his jeans, trying to shake the cold feeling of anxiousness that suddenly washed over him. This was awkward. And he could feel himself struggling to find the perfect way to respond. “I like you, too,” he offered up in response with a small sigh. That was the truth. For Cam, there was always some number of feelings involved in sex, even if he wasn’t interested in being her boyfriend. He did like Dylan. That wasn’t a lie. “I like spending time with you. You’re amazing. You’re beautiful, fun, and incredibly sweet. You’re a great girl,” he mumbled out before taking in a deep breath. “But,” he paused, nervously shaking his head, before stammering out, “in a few months I’m going to be almost 800 miles away. I don’t think starting up something serious would be fair to either of us.”
dumbofassjoey:
As Joey looked down at the guitar pick that Cam had given him years ago, he couldn’t help but to be relieved that he had found it – he had ignored Cam had least for a week after he lost it, until he finally realized that Cam had a lot of guitar picks. “I know! I’m just glad that I found it before Nationals… Now Zoe can’t blame me if we lose, because we have the lucky guitar pick now!” He said with a smile as he looked over at Cam. “Unless you want it back, maybe you need it more than I do.” He said, before he was handing the guitar pick over to Cam, not knowing if the other would want Joey to keep it – he was hoping that Cam would let him keep it, since it had worked so far, but he understood if Cam didn’t want Joey to lose it again. As Joey played randomly in the guitar, he didn’t complain when Cam reached for the guitar and took it from him – it was probably for the best, since Joey would probably end up dropping it and breaking it, so as he looked at Cam as he played, he couldn’t help but to smile. “My day was fine… I got a C- in my algebra test! Mostly because the teacher said she was proud of me for not writing in crayon, even if some things didn’t make sense… But at least it was good enough.” He said with a shrug, as he leaned back on the chair he was sitting on, thankful to be getting some rest after the practice he just had – with Nationals coming up, Coach Tanaka and Zoe had been even more strict during practice. “I’m just tired. But I told my dads I was having dinner here. So… Have you talked to Dylan?” Joey asked, wondering about that whole situation, especially since he hadn’t talked to Cam ever since Valentine’s Day – he did feel bad for Dylan, but Joey couldn’t help but to wonder how things were going.
“Zoe won’t blame you. Because you guys won’t lose,” Cam insisted with a shrug of his shoulders. Cam didn’t actually know what went into winning a cheerleading competition, but objectively, he could probably guess that the titans were the best. He always loved watching the Cheerios rock it out at games and pep rallies. “Nah, man. Sports are over for me. You keep it, dude,” he replied with a nod of his head. He’d remembered how much Joey actually believed that it was magical or could bring him good luck, and figured he would let his friend hold onto it. Plus, it’d been missing for years, so Cam had already replaced it with dozens of other picks since. “A C? That’s awesome, dude. I’m glad you’re getting your grades up. You been thinking about college at all?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew Joey wasn’t great at school, and struggled to even complete the simplest tasks in a legible pencil, but he was happy to see that his friend was making school somewhat of a priority these days. “Come sit here,” Cam motioned, toward the bed for Joey to join him. “I’ll teach you a couple of notes.” He strummed away aimlessly on his guitar as he sighed at the mention of Dylan. Cam liked being the good guy. The type of guy that people admired and never did anything wrong, but he wasn’t proud of himself and how things were going with Dylan. “We’ve talked a bit. I think I did a good job of explaining my side of things,” he shrugged. “Thanks for the chat on Valentine’s, by the way. It was helpful.”
Sammy/Cammy || SMS
Sammy: Do I still have a bestie?
Sammy: Or did i get traded in?
Sammy: Can I bribe you with your favorite cookies? Homemade?
Cam: Hm...
Cam: If you want this title of bestie, then answer this. What are my favorite cookies??
briannajones:
“aren’t you supposed to be a football player? don’t ow! catch better!” bri stifled her laughter as she watched him set the rubix cube on the coffee table, “we should make your dad try it after dinner, even if he can’t get it, i bet he’d make it fun.” she commented casually, she’d rather do that than play trivial pursuit, but brianna didn’t see any reason to complain. trivial pursuit quickly left her mind though as she defended, “i’m not in trouble…i’m never in trouble.” she said, “i just thought maybe you’d have something to say about chad and i at candyland.” a sheepish admission, but bri wouldn’t lie. “glad to hear you don’t though.” a genuine smile slipped onto her face, “your support means everything.” the sweet remark was quickly swept under the rug by a question of her own, “like i said, i don’t get into trouble…you on the otherhand…” she teased lightly, a true sign she was a bit more comfortable in her typically meek skin. “how are you? how’s dylan? sports? schoolwork? being a senior oughta be much more interesting.”
Cam frowned at Bri’s words before shaking his head. “I guess, technically, I’m not a football player anymore,” he shrugged. It was weird to think about, but football season was long over and there was no chance he would ever play on a team again. Maybe it was more bittersweet than weird. He nodded, trying hard not to laugh at the image of his dad failing at a rubix cube. He agreed with her, it was definitely going to be hilarious. “Do you want me to give you a hard time about it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Bri and Jaz... And their relationship drama never failed to make him shake his head. It wasn’t like he was a perfect example either, but still, they had a lot going on. “Are you two back together or what?” Steering clear of his cousin’s relationship drama would have been easier if Cam just wasn’t so damn nosy. “Dylan and I aren’t dating,” he mumbled out as he sat up, trying to avoid the wrath of his mother complaining about his lying around on her couch. “I feel like everyone thinks that we are and we’re not officially anything.” He let out a deep sigh, before shaking his head and turning his attention back to his cousin. “Being a senior is awesome. Some parts of it are weird. I’m ready to graduate and start over somewhere new, but I’m going to miss so many people.”
