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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"What?"
Asher's face couldn't be drawn if the greatest artist on earth had a million tries, but maybe that's what happens when Blake explains the mechanics of his game to your face after having downed four shots of vodka.
"It's simple!" Blake exclaimed, face red and puffy. "If the roll falls on a five you do a flip, if it falls to a six, you kiss the person next to you, and if it falls on a seven you take two shots and name four US presidents before Obama..."
"That doesn't even make sense!" Cate yelled from the kitchen.
Gypsy played faintly in the background while Cameron stared at Blake from the couch, his elbow propped up while he held his temple in impatience. It was ten minutes till midnight, the evidence of a poorly-planned drunken party lay on the floor, and Blake wasn't helping any cause in the world anytime soon. "It's a six-faced dice," he said.
Blake's confusing game aside, Emery laughed at the expression on the blond's face. He knew that Cameron wanted nothing more than to go up to his room and sleep, and he found it endearing that the guy was taking the effort to humor their friend despite his complete lack of interest to do so. Being one of the only three sober people in the room, his face that spelled boredom was probably the only thing Emery found amusing in this whole ordeal.
Bryce and Ian were tangled up on a separate couch, both looking equally confused and pleased with themselves.
Allison, the most loyal member of the sober club, asked, "What about the other numbers?"
Blake stepped forward, looking all smug and wobbly. "Yeah, what about them?"
Emery smiled to himself. As much as he hated how Blake seemed to get louder and more confusing each second, the lazy music playing on the radio was making the night more tolerable than it should be.
"I'm gonna go check on Cate," Allison announced before heading to the kitchen.
Emery watched her leave just as he felt a light nudge on his shoulder and found Cameron staring, looking amused.
"Hey," he said. "Allison and I can stay a little longer, you look like you need some sleep."
Emery yawned dismissively. "I'm alright."
Cameron snickered. "Is this a ploy so you can get me to carry you to bed when you pass out on the couch?"
Emery rolled his eyes and gently smacked his face with a throw pillow. "Don't flatter yourself."
"I don't flatter myself," the blond responded, crossing one leg over the other before stretching his arms along the couch's back. "It's what other people call self-awareness."
Emery stared at him, a laugh threatening to claw its way out. "Are you drunk?"
Cameron was about to respond to that but Emery's phone kept him from doing so.
