Summer of Unexpectance (BoyxBoy)

Reconciliation

This was probably the longest night in Cameron's life. Every time he tried to fall asleep, he couldn't and it was severly pissing him off. He was currently laying in bed staring at the cieling, his mind running rampid with the day's events. He had four interviews, and six photoshoots, and none of them hit him with the slightest bit of interest like they used to.

He had gone out with Nash, Carter and Hayes for a celebration dinner, seeing as Magcon was really hitting off with the fans. He was happy he got to meet each of his fans, and he knew that without them, they wouldn't be here at this moment. Each of their lives had changed drastically since they formed this tight-knit group of family, and he couldn't be more proud of them.

Nash was sound asleep, snoring softly and buried underneath a cadabre of covers, and Cameron was extremely bored. He tried watching a movie on his phone, but it did little to interest him. He tried surfing through Tumblr, but wound up getting bored six minutes in. He even tried doing push-ups, which he thought would make him tired enough to go to bed, but it did little to nothing.

He decided he'd go down to the hotel's gym, at this time there shouldn't be anyone there, which meant a safe getaway. He quietly grabbed a pair of black sweats, and a hoodie, before tiptoeing out the room. The halls were quiet and empty, and he relished in the ability to walk around freely with no fans screaming and running up to him.

He got into the elevator and began humming, silently hoping that this midnight work-out session would alleviate his insomnia. He figured he'd run on the treadmill for a while, hit some sit-ups and then finish off with some mediate lifting, and he'd be out like a light after a nice warm shower. Sliding his hotel keycard through the scanner, he opened the door and stopped abruptly.

He heard the sound of music, not high enough to disturb any of the patrons, but high enough to ensure a good work-out. He dropped his bag off at one of the benches, and followed the sounds of the music, coming to a stop when he saw a familiar face.

There Jay was, in the small boxing area situated on the far left of the gym, throwing jabs at the punching bag that hung at the corner of the room. He moved swiftly, punching and jabbing fast enough to make Cameron blink a couple times. He was also wearing black sweats and a black T-Shirt with the Mortal Kombat dragon logo situated in the middle. He had boxing bandage wraps around his fists and was now starting to throw random kicks at the bag.

Cameron leaned agaisnt the wall, and watched him closely, as he stopped for a second. He seemed to be oblivious to Cameron's presence and the Magcon star was greatful. Jay stared at the punching bag for a good ten seconds, and whipped around, sending a backwards roundhouse kick to the bag, the sound of the impact making Cameron jump.

The bag moved violently, as if threatening to break from the tiny chains binding it to the wall. Cameron had seen Jay fight before, but absolutely nothing like this. He seemed so skilled, as if he had been practicing martial arts for years. Jay paused for a second, before grabbing a bottle of water he had and taking a swig of it while panting.

"You're good." Cameron decided to say, wondering if he was ready to have a conversation.

Jay jumped, turning around, "Will everyone just stop scaring me! One day, I'm just gonna swing so fast, and whoever gets hit gets a broken jaw."

"Hey, I'm just giving you a compliment," he began, holding his hands up in mock defense, he sighed, "Seriously, I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't mean to. Why are you here so late?"

"Why are you?" Jay asked, his eyebrow raised. He took another drink from the waterbottle.

"Fair enough." Cameron said, "I couldn't sleep at all. I thought maybe a workout would help me get tired enough to sleep."