#threads; cam

[camcronturner]

cam slept for about six hours in that art studio, and was, rightfully, embarrassed. it could only be rude for someone to invite you out only for you to fall asleep on them. sutton was extremely chill about it, since he was chill about almost everything, but he still felt awful. and, to top it all off, cam had been so quick to leave the place that it wasn’t until he’d gotten home that he realized he still had sutton’s hoodie. it wasn’t until after the bonfire, and after that bullshit curfew was put into place, that they were able to find a time for cam to come over. he’d been studying with a handful of his classmates, in preparation for a lebesque integration exam, and asked them if they could make a detour to the ignatius dorms on their way home. they waited outside in their little cluster while cam went inside. 

that morning, he’d been sure to wash sutton’s hoodie. it had been sitting on cam’s bed for the past few days, and had managed to find his way onto his pillow at night, so it was the least he could do. he pulled it out of his backpack in front of sutton’s dorm room, folding it over his arm before he knocked at his door. “it’s cam,” he called through the door. “i have your hoodie!” 

@rowe-v-theworld

[camcronturner]

cam’s palms were, admittedly, sweaty at the thought of seeing sutton again. their last date (their first date) had been at a mini golf course, which to be quite honest, if you’d asked cam beforehand, would be something he was sure sutton would find lame. but he seemed to have just as much fun as cam did. they’d held hands as sutton walked him home, fingers interlocked, and cam had kissed him goodbye. he felt silly, cataloging all these little milestones in his mind, but he couldn’t help it. he’d spent half of yesterday daydreaming about it. 

as was tradition at college parties, cam had sucked back two drinks before he forced himself to eat some chips to sober up. he really didn’t want to be drunk before midnight, or at least not before everyone else. he’d already thrown up at the art exhibit, though the alcohol was only half to blame. plus, he did not want to risk being drunk for when he saw sutton again. which he did, with a fistful of sour cream and onion chips in his mouth. he covered his mouth with his hand, trying not to look too embarrassed at the position. “hey!” he managed, before swallowing roughly around the mouthful and wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. “sorry, hi. you look-.” he took in sutton’s makeup, noticeable done with the same elegant hand as his paintings. a genuine smile spread across his face as he finished, “you look great.” 

@rowe-v-theworld 

[camcronturner]

ever since they could walk, cam and cass had always been there for each other. when cam fell off his bike and scraped his knee, cass was the one who helped him home and got him a bandaid. when cass went through her first breakup, cam had stayed home from school with her the next day, sitting at the foot of her bed while she was curled up there, crying on and off. and, when their stepfather had died, they took turns breaking down, because they didn’t know how to function if they weren’t able to lean on the other. so, as soon as cam learned that libby, cass’s roommate, was one of those missing, he all but ran to cass’s villa. 

it didn’t help that he’d been meaning to talk to her for a few days, ever since that night with sutton. when it became apparent that there was something big he’d need to tell her. obviously, she was the one he would need to come out to first, because he knew, down to his core, that cass would love him no matter what. but first, there was a more pressing matter that needed to be addressed. by the time he turned up on her porch, cam was nearly wheezing, and a tad too sweaty for comfort. “cass,” he pulled his twin into a hug as soon as he saw her, and said into her shoulder, “i heard about libby. god, i’m so sorry.” he pulled back, and hunched over immediately, still trying to catch his breath. “sorry, i ran here from the math building,” his expression pinched as he felt a cramp spreading up his abdomen. “and i have my chaos and fractals textbook in my bag.” which just so happened to be his biggest textbook.

@ohcxssidy

[camcronturner]

cam didn’t think a secret could be any worse than his, proof-positive that he was a coward of the highest degree, willing to put his best friend in prison to save his own ass, and to keep it that way.  but no; one of cam’s very best friends had killed someone in cold blood, apparently to save another. like ben affleck’s batman, but real. so he didn’t know how to face jules, now that they both knew what the skeletons they had hidden in their closet. what the fuck do you say to that? i’m kind of scared of you now but you’re still my best friend so can we have a smallville marathon and pretend like nothing ever happened?

the weirdest part was that cam wasn’t even particularly afraid of addressing jules’ secret; he was more afraid about addressing his own. because jules’ was... was a one-off mistake. cam’s? cam had made the decision to keep elliott in prison every day since he’d gotten caught. cam could see himself forgiving jules, but cam could never forgive himself. 

turns out, he faced jules like this; walking out of his bedroom for the first time in twelve hours to grab some cereal, only to find jules already in the kitchen. their eyes met, and cam froze in his doorway, squeezing his lips shut. turns out, what the fuck you said to that was something like this: an uncomfortably long stretch of nothing, and then a quiet, “are you okay?” a question cam already knew the answer to, that jules might even get pissed at because of course he wasn’t dumbass. he shut his eyes for a moment, glanced down at his sock feet, and said nothing else. bravery had never been his strong suit. 

@wingsmelt

[camcronturner]

once, cam had loved halloween. he’d spent months beforehand planning his costume, with his sister or his friends, so excited to show it off at school, go trick-or-treating. however, how cam treated halloween was one of the countless things that changed after his stepfather died, because then halloween became a time where he was more concerned with his little sibling’s costumes than his own, where either he or cass would take them out for the night, while the other would man the door. more often than not without a costume, at least in cam’s case. 

he’d followed a similar pattern this year, not remembering to scrounge up an outfit until the day of the party. apparently sutton was dressing up, which meant that he should at least try, so he picked out the laziest superhero costume possible: a black superboy tshirt and some blue jeans. he found some round black sunglasses and realized he could go as 90s superboy, probably; all he’d need was a leather jacket. which led to him texting holden to borrow one, which led to him heading to holden’s villa to pick it up, which led to this, holden trying to talk him into doing his hair. “i don’t think i need gel,” cam insisted, holden’s leather jacket over his forearm. he could make a break for it, but he was too polite for that. “besides, i’d just make a mess of it anyways.” 

@holdenwoodz

[camcronturner]

cam wasn’t good at parties, especially when left alone. he was awkward on the best of days, and at big social events, desperately needed someone to glom onto lest he end up like this, wandering aimlessly with his hands in his pockets and already on his second vodka and lemonade. it wasn’t healthy to drink when he was nervous, and he knew that, but it didn’t seem to stop him. he blamed his impending intoxication for how he reacted upon nearly bumping into sam, roiling back almost violently and instantly taking note of his massive, golden headpiece. “shit, sorry,” he muttered, still looking at the horns before he put two and two together. “oh shit, you’re loki. wow. sick costume.” 

@thcyer

[bclthczcros]

ever since their apartment had filled up with people, zar’s usual dinner serving sizes had more than doubled. usually that wasn’t too bad (besides the money he was spending; he really ought to set up a grocery money jar) except for the obscene amount of prep work he had to do. so, there he was, unloading the pile of garlic, carrots, potatoes, onions, spinach, and chard, when zola came back to the apartment. 

lately, she’d been making a beeline to her bedroom whenever she came home (not only because of the stress, but because of her upcoming model un debate) but at this point, zar was an expert at getting her to breath every once in a while. it was the same way zar himself needed to be brought out of whatever hole he’d stuffed himself into: ask for help. “hey, zo,” he called out, making his way towards him. “do you wanna help me chop up some onions for dinner?” he knew zola would make some excuse about having work to do, which he had no doubt she did, but he also knew she wouldn’t get her work done burnt out. so, he added, “and i’m not taking no for an answer; you need a break.” 

@ofzola