Those Camsten One Shots (Stitchers)

Distressed

All rights go to the thing called ABC Family. Now, I'm writing this on my iPad, so it may be a little bit uncut, but I'm waiting for my mom to get done in the dentist. Also, I want you guys to reply one word you use to describe the promo for 10.

Mine: Pain.

Anyways. . . Here is some angst with fluff and no death. (Well, Ed Clark may or may not be mentioned, I'm not sure yet.) Oh, and if anyone needs spare torches and pitchforks, I have plenty.

I sit with Cameron on his couch, probably much closer than I should be. The popcorn bucket is pretty much all that separates us, and I think we both stopped watching the movie after about ten minutes.

Both of us steal glances at the other, both pretending we didn't notice when the other looks. The movie starts to roll the credits, and there's an almost uncomfortable silence between us. I eat another piece of popcorn, coughing when I realize it's to salty.

I take a sip of my drink, and clear my throat. I look over at Cameron to see his green eyes shining with something among laughter and slight fear, like I might've choked except I didn't. "Stop looking at me like that." He doesn't though, and a smile starts to form on his face.

Thinking on my feet, I grab the popcorn bucket and dump it on him, watching with a smirk. "Kirsten!" He takes the bucket of his head, and I see the butter and salt in his hair.

The weirdest thing happens then; I start to laugh. Really, seriously laugh where my stomach hurts, and I have to close my eyes. I open them to see a different Cameron, one with mischief in his eyes. I stand up, and prepare to run.

Something tells me Cameron and mischief do not go hand in hand. Right before he stands up though, I grab my phone; this might be funny enough to be worth taking a video of.

I know my easy laugh and my outbreaks of smiles must come from our latest stitch. It was a teenager, and a very happy one at that. Cameron had told me that it was likely that any leftover emotions from her would last longer, since we had stitched her so soon after the death.

I forget that though, as I start to run around Cameron's apartment, said brunette chasing me. I run into his bedroom, but I can't get th door closed in time. He busts in, and for a minute we just look at each other.

Then we both smile, and I can tell he forgot all about the stitch from earlier today. He catches me off guard though, and ends up lifting me over his shoulder.

I can't get any words out, laughter over-powering me. Gently, Cameron places me down on the bed. I try to look as solitary as possible, then shoot up and pull him down beside me. I break out into another fit of laughter, and I see him smiling beside me.

I like this so much.

Eventually we just stare at each other, not with smiles but with an entirely different look. He finally breaks the soft silence, with a question I found myself expecting.

"Do you trust us?" I thought he was about to say me, but instead he said us. I look at him with a confused look.

"Us?"

"Camille, Linus, Maggie. Me."

"I don't know. I mean, I trust you guys to stitch me, but Camille did spy on me, Maggie keeps secrets, and I don't even know Linus."

"And what about me?" I look at him. He shows slight fear in his emerald eyes, like he's scared I may just walk away and let that be answer; it's amazing how far off he is.

"That's the weird thing. My entire life, I've found a reason not to trust someone. With Ed it was a minor distrust, just because I didn't know him that well. Cops ask too many questions, nurses sugarcoat the bad news. But with you I can't. I can't find a single reason not to trust you."

I think we were going to kiss; our lips were close, our breathing faster, and our foreheads were touching. We were almost there, so close, when there was a knock at Cameron's door. "Let me get that."

He ran off to go see who it was, and I shifted onto my back. I could hear the door opening, but I didn't hear Cameron's greeting. Deciding to forget, I let my thoughts wonder.

Our lips were so close.

Our faces were inches apart.

And that damn door ruined it all.

Growing impatient, I get up and go to see where Cameron is. I feel like everything in me breaks when I find him. Janice, who is obviously drunk, is kissing him, pressing her body up against his as much as possible.

I can't help the small almost sob sound that comes from my mouth. Janice breaks their kiss and looks over at me. She seems just as speechless as I am, but seems to forget all about me and tries to kiss Cameron again. He pushes her off and starts to walk over to me. 

I can't help the next sound from my mouth either. "I think I found my reason." I forget all about my bag that's laying on the coffee table, all about my phone inside. I walk out the door as quickly as possible, ignoring Cameron's yells for me to stop.

I run down the stairs, taking two at a time. Of course he doesn't like me. Of course he would rather snogg with tank top girl.

I'm just the emotionless robot who he stitches.

I'm almost outside when an hand grabs me at my elbow. I turn around and Cameron's there, breathing heavy. I wrench my arm from his grasp, trying my best to not cry. "Look, I get it, alright. Just go up and french with the girl." I start to turn around, but he grabs my elbow again, his grip tighter this time.

"She showed up Kirsten. She was the one that kissed me!"

"Doesn't seem like you tried to fight her."

"I haven't even been on a date with her! Besides, I'd rather have someone else kiss me."

"Who?"

He hesitates a moment before answering. "You."

I don't take any time. My lips connect with his, and I feel him start to lead me back to his apartment. I break the kiss for a minute though, and look straight into his eyes. "Tank top?"

He smirks. "I told her to take a hike."

"And she did what then?"

"Understand I took another slap from her for you. Another one. But to answer your question, she then took the elevator."

As if on cue, the elevator dings and a very drunk and very angry tank top walks out, muttering something about a certain ass who may or may not have just kissed me. I turn back to Cameron, and he takes my hand.

He leads me back to his apartment, and slowly opens the door. "Shall we?"

I kiss him again, this time only a peck. "We shall." He walks me inside, slamming the door behind us.