to say that he was shocked to get a call from none other than elliot cameron, a childhood friend of nearly ten years, would be an understatement. when jagger’s family first moved to the states at age ten, the two shared a street and would occasionally accompany each other on the walks home, and hang out on weekends. there was no mistaking the bromance that was brewing up between the two. unfortunately, it was cut short only a year later when the athletes family up and moved to stone harbor. he was heartbroken at the thought of never seeing his good friend again, that was, until elliot’s family began spending summers in the harbor. in the back of jag’s mind, he was sure that them being in one another’s lives was meant to be, by like, fate or destiny or whatever. he was ecstatic, to say the least. despite having been apart all these years, jagger had full faith in their abilities to rekindle their brother-like friendship.
he pulls up to the large bus station, or rather, the parking lot just outside of it. jagger didn’t have much experience with public transportation, but picking up a friend from the drop off area couldn’t be too hard. once his eyes meet those of his friend, a large smile forms to his face. though jagger couldn’t help but notice that elliot had changed a lot. well, they both had. the last time they saw one another, they were around the age of twelve. but this change didn’t seem to be for the better. he looked exhausted, as if he hasn’t slept in days. elliot didn’t reveal the reason of his return to jagger just yet, but from what he can tell it probably had something to do with his tired and lazy appearance. “well, well, well,” he teases as he approaches the other. “look what the cat dragged in. welcome back to stone harbor, man.” / @elliotcameron
