"Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? / "I only see him as a friend, " the biggest lie I ever said / Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?"
[SEASON ONE-SIX]
robby keene x fem!oc x eli moskowitz
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Cameron stood outside the liquor store, staring at the glowing neon sign flickering in the distance. The night was cold, and the biting wind cut through her thin jacket. She barely felt it. Her body was numb, but her mind was reeling. The images of the school fight played over and over in her head-Miguel's body flying over the balcony, his limbs flailing helplessly as he plummeted to the ground below. The sickening thud when he hit the floor. The horrified look on Robby's face as he realized what he had done.
Cameron felt her heart pound faster, her breath coming in shaky gasps. She didn't wait for the paramedics to finish their work. She had fled, the fear and grief overwhelming her until she couldn't stand to be there any longer. Her legs had carried her mindlessly through the streets, and she ended up here, outside the liquor store.
She knew it wasn't the right choice. Her dad had always told her drinking wouldn't solve her problems, but her dad wasn't around anymore. He'd kicked her out months ago, and now she had nowhere to go. No one to turn to. She felt utterly alone, broken.
With trembling hands, she pulled out the fake ID she'd been using since she was kicked out. It had come in handy more times than she could count, and tonight was no different. She shoved the door open, the bell jingling above her, and stepped inside. The store was dimly lit, the aisles narrow and cluttered with bottles. The smell of cheap liquor filled the air, but she barely noticed it as she made her way to the back of the store.
Her fingers brushed over a few bottles before settling on one-whiskey. She didn't care about the brand. All she wanted was something strong enough to make her forget. Forget Miguel's fall. Forget the way Robby's face twisted with guilt. Forget that Arabella had told her she wasn't the same person anymore, that she'd changed in ways no one could understand.
She walked up to the counter, avoiding the cashier's eyes as she slid the bottle forward. The cashier glanced at her ID, barely giving it a second look, and rang her up without a word. As she left the store, clutching the bottle like a lifeline, Cameron felt a deep sense of emptiness settle over her.
She uncapped the bottle as soon as she hit the street, taking a long, burning swig. The alcohol hit her fast, her stomach twisting in discomfort, but she didn't care. She needed to drown the memories, dull the pain. She needed to feel something other than the crushing weight of everything she had lost.
