CAMERON MONAGHAN IMAGINES

Study Reward. (Cameron)

You shift your pencil in your fingers, pondering how you could have wasted so much time staring blankly at your textbook.

Ripping you out of a restless daze, your phone vibrates and you drop your pencil to answer it, thankful you have a good reason to procrastinate longer. "Hello?"

A friendly voice sets your heart rate down. "Hey, babe. I saw your tweet about studying; rough night?" He giggles uncomfortably.

You pull the phone from your ear to remind yourself of the tweet, scrolling through your twitter profile: Midterms are surely to be the cause of an aneurysm and yet I've gotten no studying done. Fml.

"Oh. Yeah. I'm fine though. I just can't focus."

You hear Cameron shift over the phone, before he reassures a prediction you have on what he was going to say next. "Don't worry, I'll be over to help you study in 5 minutes."

His high grade point average suggests that his ability to focus is off the charts. However, you don't know how well he could help you. You usually can't study with anyone else in your presence.

Ah fuck it; procrastinate more. "See you soon!"

After 5 minutes of reading english terms and intaking nothing, a soft knock comes on the door and you giddily allow Cameron in.

"Hey babe." You land a kiss on his lips. You extend it into making out, hoping to get further.

"Whoa." Cameron stops, putting his hand above your chest. "I know what you're doing and you're only doing it because you don't want to study."

He was right.

You frown and let him continue. "But don't worry, I have a plan."

He explains and you listen intently. He will ask you questions from the text and for every one you get right, you will acquire an reward.

You raise your eyebrow and smirk at him from your bed.

"Which is why I brought candy!" He shouts enthusiastically, sitting down on your absent roommates bed.

"Great." The boredom of studying will overtake you now that there's no real incentive.

"What do you mean? Sour Patch Watermelon, Air Heads, Swedish Fish, all of your favorites! I kept them stashed for one of our movie nights, but your education is a better cause."

You back away when his hand comes at you. His fingers were about to shuffle their way in your hair. You stare at him, confused as to why he would think you were a child, begging for candy.

"Shalllllll we get started?" He drags out the word to emphasize on how weird it was that you backed away from him.

"Fine." Your inner-teenager has risen.

Taking a deep breath and flipping through the pages, Cameron stops on the Fallacies chapter. "Definition of an Ad Hominem?"

"I don't know." You examine your nails.

"Okay, I'll keep asking until you get one right. Then we'll go back."

You glare at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Red Herring?"

"Don't know."

"Poisoning the Well?"

Frustrated at yourself for wasting so much of today's time, you use force in your words. "Cameron. I don't know any of these things!"

He sets the textbook to the side and moves to your bed. "I know the big test is tomorrow. I know you've had a hard time studying. And I know that we'll get through this. We'll study together." He pecks behind your ear, a spot he goes rarely, but is your weakness.