Warning: RWB spoilers ahead.
Some say the best love stories often take time.
Emery Chernychevsky has had a crush on Cameron Brooks since he can remember. Watching him date different girls all throughout high school was nothing if not pure torture...
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"Do you wanna hang out tonight?"
Emery's lips paused, fingers losing their grip on the doorknob behind him. His eyes carefully scanned Cameron's face: his brows were crooked, and he looked as if he was catching his breath, but maybe that was because of the workout. He didn't seem to be sure of his own words, yet it also felt like he didn't want Emery to know that.
Emery, on the other hand, may have suffered through five separate heart attacks in a matter of ten seconds. He wanted to ask Cameron what that means but then he remembered: he's been on this road before, and with Cameron, it's almost, one hundred percent, never a date.
But also, with Cameron, Emery almost, one hundred percent, never says...
"Yes."
So there he was, ten hours later, the sun long gone as he sat inside Blake's car that Cameron apparently loaned in exchange for his credit card for some unknown reason.
"You gave him your what?" Emery laughed.
Cameron glanced at him, his lips quirking a little. "What?"
"Why in hell would you agree to that?" Emery asked, almost grief-stricken as soon as Cameron told him the whole ordeal. "It's not like you're going to burn this thing down. I've seen you drive. Besides, what's he even gonna do with your credit card?"
Cameron shrugged. "Dunno," he said. "But we needed the car."
Emery paused. "Do we? Lucas owns bikes," he blurted out of nowhere as Cameron was attaching his seatbelt, his hands missing as soon as the words left the redhead's mouth. Emery didn't notice though.
"What a random thing to bring up... out of the blue," Cameron rambled. "...suddenly."
Emery let out a hesitant chuckle. "Just thought... we could've borrowed two of those."
A sound came from Cameron, but it was too small for Emery to discern.
"I certainly wouldn't mind pedaling to wherever you're planning to take this thing if it means you get to keep your credit score," Emery added as a joke. He glanced up, and Cameron was already starting the car, not giving his looks away.
"Trust me, you would," the blond said.
Emery hummed and leaned back. He was still trying to figure out what was going to happen tonight in his head, and if he must be blunt, all of them are too good to be true.
"If you say so," he muttered before darting his gaze on the dashboard, the wheel, and around the inside of Blake's car. Emery mused, "Wow..."
Cameron turned to him. "What?"
"I've never seen Blake's car this clean before," Emery answered as he opened the glove compartment in front of him. He hummed. "No Cheetos, that's a good sign."
