Cameron Frye x Reader

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Sloane and i had always been best friends- since kindergarten. we've always done everything together; vacations, hobbies, everything. but all the sudden, she's head over heals for this bozo, Ferris Bueller, and thinks that i'll be fine third wheeling her so called "lover." now, don't get me wrong, i'm happy for them, they seem to make each other very, *very* happy but, it's like she threw me away. left for the dump, waiting to dissolve into the soil for all eternity, i call this; the wasteland. i usually just avoid their plans and move on but it's hard, i mean, i cant just ghost my best, and only friend. so i tag along listening to their fowl sexual remarks, hiding my disgust. this time however, will be different. Slo-my nickname for her- invited me to tag along with them to go to the ice skating rink. great. i'll be sitting on the bench outside the freezing fish bowl watching them in absolute loathing. the reason why this time is different; the big headed twerp invited his friend. carson i think his name was? no no.. camden? wait no, cameron. that's definitely it. cameron frye. his family is super loaded and he lives in the middle of no where. just my luck. he seems to be very uptight, snooty almost, although, i've never met him. Slo and i go to different schools. part of the reason i hate her boyfriend. the only time i have with her is outside of the learning abyss. however, it's also the only time HE can be ALONE with her. see my dilemma? another thing; i can't skate, which she obviously knows, so why invite me in the first place? god what did i do to deserve this mess of a friendship.
today is the day. i put on my favorite pair of jeans and a sweater. i grab a bite to eat and place the beanie i had hanging over my headboard atop my h/c shiny hair. i didn't feel like washing it so i thought why not at least look semi-presentable? i might see someone i know there. i heard a knock at my door as i pulled on my shoes. "hey stranger" the short rude brown haired boy said as i opened the door. "hey," i said "who's car are we taking? i'm ready when you are."
"cameron's; it's the nicest out of all of ours, hop in the back, i'm driving and slo called shotgun." slo? SLO! he's calling her MY nickname that I gave her? just brush it off, this will all be over soon enough. i open the back of the beautiful Audi Quattro, seats lined with leather. silver accents spread along the inner of the doors in the car. i must admit, they spend their wealth wisely. slo noticed i'd been admiring the car for longer than i should've and spoke up. "hey y/n, stop drooling over the car and get in, we don't want to be late!" that's when i noticed him. i was so focused on the car i didn't even notice the tall, brunette man sitting in the back behind the drivers seat. he looked- anxious. scared even. did they tell him i was rude? i'm not i swear, i've just been a little on edge lately. i haven't even met this kid and he's about to inch away from me any second. i decided to clear things up. "hi, i'm y/n, i promise i'm not scary." i internally kicked myself as soon as i said it. 'i promise i'm not SCARY??' who says that?!! why do i care so much anyway, i'm sure he's not the best at speaking to others either considering he's been trying to get the word "hi" out for about 10 seconds. "he— erm eh, hi, i'm cameron, but they call me cam or tight ass, whichever comes first." see y/n, you have nothing to worry about. he's worse than i would ever be at talking. i laughed it off and made the best i could of our small talk until we arrived at the rink. its small but as far as i'm concerned, business seems to be booming, we could barely park. as we all got out of the car my eyes wondered over to cam- he's not just tall, he's super tall. i'd say about 6'3. he's very skinny but the more i looked at him and studied his unique features, the more elegant and handsome he became. his blue eyes were like the glaciers you see in science textbooks, always thinking to yourself how gorgeous they'd be in real life. his outfit- it's very casual but very pleasing to the eye. big khaki pants with long black suspenders holding them up just a bit too high. and below the suspenders was a forrest green shirt and a printed yellow medical logo stamped on it. he carried a red hockey jersey in his hand. i was staring. stop, wait. he was staring. at ME. i made eye contact with him and we looked away, both blushing profusely, and ferris could definitely tell what had just happened. "slo, darling, look. i told you they'd enjoy each other's company didn't i? they've been making goo goo eyes this whole time!" "shut up ferris and let's get in the building." i said, still blushing. we ordered our skates and sat on the benches adjusting them to fit our feet. i was planning on sitting here the whole time but i felt a sudden burst of energy outside, and i was going to try my best to have fun. i slowly but surely walked over to the ice until i don't feel like being adventurous anymore. then i see cameron; already on the ice, making laps like it was second nature. that explains the hockey jersey. i'd be making a fool of myself if i were to go on the ice so why bother. it's so easy to him, it's truly unfair if you ask me. i think he saw me contemplating my choices because he skated swiftly over to where i was standing at the entrance to the rink. he looked like he was about to cry or throw up, let's just break even and say he looked uncomfortable- maybe talking to girls especially isn't his thing. skating however, definitely was. as he stopped to talk to me, he slid sideways across the ice causing a wave of snow to escalate from the blade, spitting the frozen crystals in my direction. snow covered every square inch of my legs and torso. i looked up at him in frustration, he looked horrified. "i am, so so so so so SO sorry. i em- i was trying to show off a bit but it was dumb, i'm dumb." god! i should be furious, why am i feeling sympathy for this lanky mess. "it's ok don't worry about it, and you definitely didn't need to show off, I've seen enough. you are really good frye." i dusted the ice shards off of me. honestly, i give up being snarky. at this point, he probably thinks i play with barbies and paint my nails for fun. he does something to me that makes me.. nice? well i guess i have been a jerk lately, but it's not my fault. it's hers. her and her precious specimen of high school trash. i noticed cameron was blushing as he held out his hand. "well if you want, i can give lessons. free of charge, just between us of course." i blushed as well and clumsily made it onto the ice.
time passed and i was definitely getting the hang of it, i didn't need his help. however, cam had been holding my hand the whole time, there is no way i'm telling him i can skate on my own. he seemed nervous still, his hand was incredibly sweaty, tightly holding onto mine. i didn't mind in the slightest, he doesn't seem to get much affection from anyone else, so i'm willing to make sacrifices. we were talking for a while when we brought up our families. i told him about my generic, rural, white, family which was just filler; all i really wanted was to hear about the luxuries of the frye house. "my dad," cameron started, "isn't the nicest guy, but his job pays well, hence the car. he makes it hard for my mom and i to feel safe at home sometimes. he never shows any emotion besides hatred towards me. my mother and him never really got along too well either but he's still a respectable man, so he never hits her. me on the other hand, different story.." "cam i had no idea i'm so sorry" i squeezed his hand reassuringly and rubbed the back with my thumb. i thought back to my opinion on him before we met; cam must be snooty and uptight. snooty couldn't be any further from the truth. he's broken, in need of care and someone who thinks of him as a number one. he kinda reminds me of a concert. like how they always have the main person everyone is there for, but then there are the less popular, tag along bands. rarely anyone enjoys them and they appear to be a filler or waste of time. everyone sees him as a tag along, even himself. he needs someone to make him feel like the star, the main event. i want to be that person. so, in my desperate thoughts to find out whether he feels the same way as i do, i lost focus of where i was. i felt my feet fall from under me, i closed my eyes in suspense as i prepared for the hard ice to catch my fall. instead, i found another sensation around me. i felt arms, long arms. i looked up, cameron had caught me by grabbing my waist and pulling me up. our faces were so close i could feel his irregular breath and smell his fruity, orange citrus scent- mixed with a hint of cough syrup. this time, i didn't look away, and neither did he. i knew he wasn't going to make a move so i did, closing the gap between us, causing my hands to follow up his back to his neck indicating i didn't want to pull away. and he didn't, however, i could sense the shock in his face, making me smile. we stood there on the ice in bliss, letting all of our troubles drift away. when we pulled back, cam had the biggest smile i'd ever seen. i laughed and once i steadied myself, he punched me playfully in the arm. we turned to find slo and ferris in an attempt to ask if we could leave. to both of our surprise, they were standing right behind us, huge grins plastered on both of their faces. we turned as red as cameron's jersey. "so maybe this wasn't such a horrible idea now was it, y/n?" slo said, still grinning. ferris was trying with all his might not to crack up for he was internally laughing his ass off. "fine you win" i say as i held my hands up for surrender. maybe hanging out with slo and ferris won't be such a drag after all.

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