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06 | and you are?

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AND YOU ARE ?

It was the day of his victory.

His mother had demanded his official 'release' to be at least a week later and so it was. The morning felt brighter, the air was cleaner and Cameron had managed to make his own breakfast and feed Vincent without a single mistake- it was glorious.

His father acknowledged his fortune, seated at the table without sounded like an unhealthy version of bacon and eggs. "It's your lucky day, Cameron. Make sure to embrace it, as if only comes once a decade."

He wrapped his arms around himself, sitting down and nodding his head frantically. His dog wrapped himself around his legs, probably begging for more food. "Day: embraced."

The man laughed and his mother came into the room, a soft scent of roses and other sweet things filling the space. "What's so funny?"

"Cameron's mocking me, as always."

She scoffed, suddenly approaching the boy and ruffling his hair, Vincent rose from underneath the table, placing his head under the mother's hand. "Your right, that is funny. What's for breakfast, my loves?"

"Sit down, mum, I'll make some toast for you."

"Are you sure-?"

"Yeah, I can do it- with jam, right?"

The was silence for a second before the woman remembered, "-sorry, yes. With jam, please."

His father snorted, "I can't believe you actually nodded- now look who's the funny one."

"Shut up."

Cameron did successfully make the toast, and managed to stir up a cup of coffee as well, though some did eventually spill and burn his hand as he took it to the table. His mother had to take over then, yet he decided it was an inevitable result of his disability- not something worth any dismissal of the day.

Before his father left, the keys to the house were bestowed onto Cameron's hands like the holy grail of holy grails. He bounced on his toes, like a
sugar high child on extra sugar as his father went through the precautions.

"You can talk to strangers, but not weird old guys who offer you sweets, or weird old women who offer you sweets- or in fact, any weird person who offers you sweets. Listen to their voice and make a sensible judgement, if they seem the slightest bit dodgy, just run away."

"Dad-"

"-run away. Trust me. Take care of Vincent, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, and Vincent-" the dog barked, trotting over to the scene, his leash dragging behind, "-make sure Cameron doesn't do anything stupid either. Cameron, don't loose the key alright? You know how to open and close the door? Remember, you turn once-"

"Dad, dad, it'll be fine. You sounded just like mum then."

"I know, her soul must have absorbed my body for a second, Let's go, I'll lock the door on our way out and you'll open it when you come back."

His first destination was no destination in particular. He and his faithful guide dog walked along the quiet street, avoiding the cracks and bumps that could potentially cause an accident.

It was not long before he came across his first obstacle, to him it was only a sound of heavy footsteps and quiet breath, but Vincent had lunged towards the body, barking happily in content.

"Nice dog. What breed is he?"

"Labrador."

"Ahh, that explains it. Gold fur and everything."

He nodded awkwardly, moving from side to side without much more to say. The distance between what was last said and their silence was getting wider, any more and they would potentially separate into two unrelated variables, in two unrelated spaces.

"Umm, his name is Vincent." a pause, "He's my- umm- guide dog."

There was a silence and for a second he couldn't decipher whether the guy had left or not, but there was soon a reply- quiet, almost nonexistent.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I didn't even notice, with the sunglasses and all,"

"Hmm,"

"I just thought you were just a prick with a cool dog."

"Nice." another pause, "Does the voice have a name?"

"The voice?-ohh, right. I'm Vincent."

The silence took over as Callum pondered on life and how small the world could truly seem. "No way."

"Yeah... No, I'm just kidding with you mate, I'm Jackson, Jack for short, and all that."

"You seem cool, Jack."

"Thanks, no one has actually ever said that to me."

Half way through a laugh, he remembered the reason for his existence outside and took a step forward, gripping Vincent leash as his large pet got restless.

"Hey, Jack, do you happen to know where a friend is? I kind of need one."

"Umm, no?"

"Really? It was a joke."

"That... that was also a joke."

And the pair suddenly decided to ditch their non-existent destinations on that note, walking together instead. Vincent took delight in the movement, taking charge once again with a slightly smug strut in his step.

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rewritten

A/N; I decided to give Cameron another friend to make it slightly more realistic, but you could argue that the way they met was not realistic at all, so all my efforts are useless, yet I can't be bothered to write the chapter again, so take it or leave it. On a slightly less ominous note, enjoy the rest of the story!