is this okay? - cameron monaghan

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Cameron was worried

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Cameron was worried.

Worried had almost been an understatement-he couldn't get Y/n off of his mind. Not that this was out of the ordinary, but now it wasn't just thoughts of longing-it was a concern.

Y/n and Cameron went to college together, both of them Sophomores, and they had become pretty close friends. Sure, Y/n was utterly clueless that Cameron was head over heels for her, but he was far too nervous to work up any sort of nerve to ask her out. He usually had something in the realm of the game, but she really did something to him.

So naturally, Cameron and Y/n both having the psych class together was the highlight of Cameron's day. The two of them would sit together, share notes, show each other new music by each taking one earbud and taking turns queuing songs. Cameron couldn't get enough of her, her soft hair slipping from its loose braid, her reading glasses falling down her nose, the sleeves of her oversized sweater falling over her hands as she scribbled down notes.

Y/n was an attentive student, had never missed a class-which brings us to why Cameron was worried.

It was a Monday, and Cameron had walked in excited to see her face as usual-but she was nowhere to be found. This surprised him, but he tried not to overthink it. He decided she maybe had an appointment, or she had an errand to run.

However, when she missed Tuesday as well, that's when he started to worry. And when he asked a couple of friends and they were as clueless as he was, he started to worry more. And as she went longer and longer without responding to his messages, he didn't think it was possible to worry anymore.

So here he was on Wednesday, early in the morning, walking up to her dorm to see if she was just there the whole time. He figured it probably wasn't the case, but he thought he might as well check it first.

Cameron steps out of the stairwell and into the hallway where Y/n's dorm is, nervously running a hand through his ginger hair. He hopes it isn't weird that he came to see her, but he couldn't stop himself.

Cameron plays with the drawstrings on his university hoodie, approaching her door in anticipation. However, he furrows his brows when he sees the door open a crack.

Cameron pushes it open slightly, knocking on the door frame and looking into the dorm.

"Cameron?"

Cameron turns his head as he hears the congested voice, seeing Y/n, sitting up on her couch, a massive comforter wrapped around her frame, her nose bright red, and her eyes tired. He notices used tissues littered around the floor near her, a cup of tea on the coffee table as well as piles of homework.

"Y/n, are you sick?"

"Maybe," Y/n says with a sniffle, clearly a little loopy from the sickness and the lack of sleep. "What the hell are you doing here, don't you have class?"

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