Camille Jordan has always been there for Lloyd. Why can't he just notice her.
Truly notice her.
For mature audiences. Drinking, smoking, drugs, SA, mature themes, smut, etc.
I do not own the characters of the gray man
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2007
"I'm just saying. I'm gonna be hammered." Suzanne said. I laughed.
"Have fun." I said. She smiled.
"Oh I will. Anything you're gonna do tonight?"
I raised my glass of vodka and sprite at her. "Cheers." I said.
"Wow. Have fun Cam. You really have the whole party with your book and the movie on." She said.
I smiled and nodded.
She finished up getting ready. As she did, Lloyd came in.
Lloyd Hansen. My best friend since I was nine.
"Oh thank god I'm leaving. Please put a sock over the doorknob." Suzanne said.
"I'm gonna cum on your favorite pillow suzanne." Lloyd said as he came into the room. I smiled.
"Wow." I whispered. Lloyd came over and laid down next to me. I blew suzanne a kiss as lloyd rested his head on my shoulder.
"Love you! Be good! Text me if you need anything." I said to Suzanne. She nodded and left.
I looked at Lloyd. He smiled and got under the covers.
"What's going on?" He asked. He was so cute in his Harvard sweatshirt and sweatpants.
"Well I am quietly drinking while reading." I said. He took a sip of my drink.
"That's good. Hey I wanna have sex." He said.
I smiled. "Tonight is my relaxation night. Feel free to jack off in Suzanne's bed or in the bathroom." I whispered.
He chuckled and laid back, watching the tv. I shut my book and moved my hand to his hair.
"How was your week?" I asked.
"Long. I've missed you."
"Well you never visit me."
"You can come visit me at the frat." He said.
I laughed. "No. The boys are either pervs or just straight up mean there. I don't know if it's a hate crime or a non consensual gang bang waiting to happen."
"Isn't a gang bang technically a hate crime?" Lloyd said. I rolled my eyes.
"Smartass."
He sat up and gawked. "It was a question!" He said defensively.
I laughed.
This was our lives. Lloyd was my best friend, and my first love. From meeting him in elementary school, to only crushing on him my entire life, to him taking my virginity on our senior prom night, he was my everything.
He didn't feel the same way. He knew we were friends that occasionally had sex. To him, I was nothing more than his best friend. His one and only to come to.
But best friends can love each other. I mean people get married to their best friend. So why can't he love me?
Because he hates commitment. And he hates being seen with me.
Lloyd Hansen was the pretty perfect boy of this huge school. God the king. Long may he live.
Starting football quarterback. Amazing looks. The most charm to him.
I don't think he had sex with other girls. I don't know. I didn't really wanna ask. It would hurt my feelings.
But somehow he still ended up back like every other time. Back in my arms. Back here with me. Maybe I was just his comfort. Like someone's favorite stuffed animal.
Sometimes I felt like he would just use me for sex. Not that I was much. I was a quiet nerd that stayed in my room.
I was here on a scholarship because of my grades. I got accepted into three top schools. But when Lloyd let me know he got accepted here on a football scholarship, I decided we stick together. That's our oath we made to each other when we were nine. Always be there for one another.
Lloyd was laying down again, watching the movie with me. My lights were off, and little fairy lights were the only thing that lit up the room, as well as mine and Suzanne's little tv we bought together.
My hand was playing with Lloyds hair. His hand was on my waist, tracing the skin under my sweatshirt. Quiet nights like this were my favorite.
I was wearing one of his sweatshirts. He would do little boyfriend things like that.
Sometimes I imagined him as my boyfriend. From the little kisses he would give me, to the aftercare after sex. From the little gifts, to the chain that he always wore, always around my neck for every football game.
I moved his hand off my waist, intertwining our fingers. He hummed, giving my hand a little squeeze.
All of these things though, were private.
Always private.
He wouldn't dare show affection like this at the frat unless the doors were closed to his room, or no one was home. Except his best man denny. Denny knew about us. So did Suzanne, my best friend.
Suzanne didn't like Lloyd. She thought he was a psychopath and a downright dick for doing all of this to me but not dating me. I couldn't argue. I felt the same way sometimes.
But when he was so sweet, those thoughts escaped my mind. Poof. Gone.
I yawned softly. Lloyd smiled.
"Ooooh sleepyhead." He said as he moved me onto my side, spooning me. I giggled and closed my eyes. Lloyd kissed my neck.
"Goodnight Cammie."
I smirked. "Goodnight."
Goodnight to the boy that I loved so dearly. And fucked with my feelings.
