Obscurity

VIII. of lunches and punches

The letter was torn from Xander's grasp before he could even say 'Cameron you bumbling idiot!'

Which was what he said right after, by the way.

"Dude that was such an old man insult!" He said, doubling over in laughter, his right hand still gripping the stationery rather tightly.  "Who'd you get it from, you grandmother?"

Xander rolled his eyes, trying to snatch the letter from his best friend's grasp, but he held it higher above his head--and that was when Xander wished the most that he stood taller than Cameron's sturdy 5'10.  He was only a couple of inches shorter, but his best friend loved to make fun of him for it.

Two. Damn. Inches. He thought bitterly.

"No, I got it from your grandmother.  She seemed to like screaming that at me the last time we were together." He said through gritted teeth, trying with all his might to grab at the letter that Cam was taunting over him.  His best friend let out a guffaw, standing on top of the bench of the cafeteria, still holding up the letter.  "Nice try bro, but my grandmother's dead." 

If looks could kill, Cameron would be six feet under by now.  "Just give it back, man."

"No can do Xandy-boy. I wanna know what's getting you all distracted lately," He said, waving the letter in front  of his face, "And looks like I finally found it."

"Look man--"

"Woah woah woah." Cameron stated after unfolding the letter, his eyes skimming through it quickly. Xander knew for sure that he wasn't absorbing the words that were written in the obscurity's flowery writing.  He tried to make a grab at it again, but Cam had put his palm directly on his face, abruptly cutting off his attempt. "What kind of a mother would name her child obscurity?"

If Xander's forte was improv lying, then Cam's was being an idiot.

Xander's face contorted into a grimace, because Cam had a tendency to talk very loudly, and his voice had boomed through the entire cafeteria, turning heads to look at the strange scene before them.  The ginger stood atop a table, one hand on a piece of paper, the other holding a blonde head as far away from his as possible.  

On top of all of that, two slices of pizza that lay on top of the table remained uneaten.

"It's not a name, you idiot," He said, punching Cam on his arm.  

"Ow!" He yelled, wincing in pain. Quickly taking advantage of Cam's pain, Xander grabbed the letter, slapping the back of his head just for extra measure. "I don't even know her, it's just something that I found."

Cameron rubbed the back of his head thoughtfully, feigning more pain than necessary to guilt his best friend.  He jumped off of the table and slid onto the bench, in a mere five seconds, grabbing a peak at the paper that his best friend thought was so important.

"So it is a girl?" He asked, wiggling his dark red eyebrows at him. Xander rolled his eyes, stuffing the letter into his backpack. He took a bite of his now cold pizza, and he looked at it in disgust before pushing his tray towards the red head.

"Obviously it's a girl. What kind of guy writes on floral stationery?" 

Cameron shrugged, scarfing down his and Xander's pizza, all in a record-breaking two minutes.

Animal. Xander thought as he watched his best friend letting out a loud burp and crushing the soda can which he had just downed.  He tried to throw it to the trashcan, closing one eye as he aimed.

He missed.

Xander tried to stifle a laugh as his best friend got up and picked up his trash, successfully throwing it in this time.  The ginger narrowed his eyes at him, "Alright, laugh all you want, but you aren't changing the subject from your mysterious love letter."

"They are not love letters! I don't even know who wrote them!" Xander tried to explain as he stood up, slinging the backpack into his arm.  Cameron followed suit, his brown eyes laced with malice.

"Them?" 

Damn it.  Xander cursed under his breath, not wanting to let any more information slip out.  A letter from a tree? Yeah, he could only imagine how Cam would react to that.

He would never let him live it down.

At this point, Xander's silence bothered Cameron to no ends, so he did the first thing he could think of that would be the most effective.

He started using his best friend's arm as a punching bag.

"Who's them and why aren't you telling me and what do those letters say and what's an obscurity--" Xander cut him off, grabbing both of his fists in his own and twisting them. Cameron's pale and freckled arms went from world class boxing to knocked out in a matter of seconds.

"Tapping out! Tapping out!" He yelped, and Xander snickered as he let go.  Cameron rubbed his arms, shooting him a look.  He wasn't going to let this go, Cameron was determined to find out what his best friend was hiding.

"Dude come on! I'm your best friend. Just tell me."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty pretty please with the cherries and the marshmallows and the sprinkles with double fud--"

"Cam, I said no." 

That was the ssecond time that Cameron had been abruptly cut off that day, and he was getting fed up.  He crossed his arms, stopping in front of the blonde boy to show how serious he was.  "Give me one good reason why you can't tell me."

Xander gave him a sly smile. "You owe me remember? I dropped your essay off and got into trouble." He said triumphantly, side-stepping Cameron as he stood in place, his mouth agape. He closed his best friend's mouth, smilling brightly at him.  "Just let it go, bro. It's not worth knowing."

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