𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 — camille ortesky
𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — bonfire
this trip had been filled with a lot of awkward silences for them. it was that tenderness they couldn't deny still existed; when their hands brushed, when he placed his jacket over her shoulders without second thought. they didn't know what to make of it. at least, milo assumed cam didn't know what to make of it. for him, it was a step in the right direction. a step toward redemption. he's the first to break the silence this time. she'd been kind enough to do it last time, after all.
"you know, my sister said," it was a risk only to milo, to bring up his family to someone he'd been dating on and off for so long. any normal person wouldn't feel so uncomfortable just bringing up their family, but there always seemed to be an invisible line that they both knew not to cross, parts of themselves that, if they shared, they knew they could never go back "that your hair looks really pretty dark." it was strategic, on pia's part. he knew the moment she insisted that he tell them, that his sisters had been plotting to get them back together. as if milo wasn't already thinking it.
"i think so too, by the way. at least one of us knows when to stop." last time he recalled cam lightening her hair, they'd done it together. milo was so certain it'd be cute at the time, but the moment they were both blonde, he picked up a bottle of the craziest color he could find. he was always doing shit like that, finding the corniest ways to be obsessed with their relationship, then retreating when it started to look uncool, when he worried she'd get annoyed. there was no shame in any of it, now. not when he was trying to win her back, at least. he'd be as embarrassing as he needed to be. milo knew he was rambling at this point, but the word vomit just kept going "that reminds me. no commotion for the blonde?" he places a hand behind his head, striking a pose.
