Whump for trash :)

Moving

AN: I'm going to stop doing the A's and B's because it's to hard and I'm lazy :) ... this is not THAT whumpy, but I think it belongs here.

WARNINGS: Homophobic language.

"You can't move!"
"I know dude! But I don't have any say!"
  "You've been here since we were five!"
"I know."
  Cameron flopped down on the bed. "Shit man. You're my best friend. What the hell am I gonna do when you're gone. This neighbourhood is boring as shit!"
  Rick looked at his friend. "It sucks, man."

  They let a comfortable silence fill the room. It was a sunny day, and sunbeams streamed into Cameron's room, giving it a golden tint. Perfect for suburban melodrama.

  Cameron didn't want to cry. But he couldn't help it. His throat stung and tears filled his eyes.
  Rick noticed. "Dude... you okay?"
"I'm sorry." Cameron ended 'sorry' with a sob, and covered his face.

  Rick was uncomfortable. "Don't get all emotional man." He shifted away from his friend. "Shit's weird."
  "I'm sorry, man," Cameron said through tears. "I just- I-"
  "Fuckin' what dude? Give up the pussy shit, man, I'm only-"
  "I'm in love with you."

A moment of silence followed, and then Rick launched himself off Cameron's twin bed.
  "What the fuck, dude? Don't get fuckin' faggy on me, not now."
  "Please sit down, Rick."
"No!"
  "Please."

  Rick sat. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
  Cameron's lip quivered slightly. "I don't know. I didn't mean too."

  More silence. Rick looked in Cameron's eyes, and then, for a moment, at his lips. And he dove in.
  He kissed Cameron with anger that melted into tenderness. After a moment they parted.
  "We shouldn't-" Cameron started, when he was pulled back into another kiss. He wasn't opposed to this by any means. He dug his hands into Rick's hair and pulled him closer, messily smashing their faces together. They kissed, entangled in each other's passion.
  Cameron took his hands from Rick's hair and placed them on his chest. Rick didn't seem to notice, and he trailed them down to Rick's pants. He started to rub his bulge, and Rick stood up.
  "I have to go," he said, pulling on his sweater.
  "Please, don't go." Cameron clambered over the bed. "We don't have to do anything, we can just sit and-"
  "You're obsessed, Cameron. I'm leaving."
  "I want you so bad."
Beat.
  "Goodbye."
"Come back."

  Rick looked back at his friend. Cameron had tears in his eyes. Whether they were new or old, Rick didn't know.
  "Sort yourself out first," Rick said, and he disappeared out Cameron's bedroom door.

  Cameron could hear Rick saying goodbye to his parents, and when he heard the front door close, anger washed over him. He ran to his window and shouted after Rick.
  "You're nothing! Did you hear me? Nothing!"
  Rick didn't look back, but he definitely heard.

  Cameron flopped himself back down on his bed, and cried himself to sleep.