Chasing Fallen

Chapter 15

Dedicated to itscarriebear

"Hey Cam?" I heard Easy's soft voice.

I turned over in the bed to face away from him.

"Come on buddy, you can tell me what's wrong." He coaxed as he crouched by the side of my bed.

Of course you already know what's wrong your highness.

You were there.

I shook my head instead of airing out my thoughts.

"Cameron, there is clearly something off and risking sounding selfish, it's becoming my problem too." I heard him through my blankets.

"It was just a nightmare," I luckily slipped into my 'guy' voice, which wasn't in its convincing state.

I felt him put a hand on my shoulder. I shivered. Why did he still have that effect on me?

"Cameron, we all have tough problems we have to deal with—it does not make you any less of a guy to share them. In fact you might find that you will feel better after... offloading it out of your chest," he spoke softly, in a caring tone.

A tone I knew too well.

"Thanks Easy. I appreciate it, but not today bro," I muttered.

He got up and left without so much a word.

I went back to sleep.

•••

"Just a few days ago, I felt sorry for you but now I know what you are!" This was Easy.

I was minding my own business, idly talking to Brady and Bryson about Batman versus Superman, while stuffing my face with croissants and orange juice, when the towering gorilla known as Easy McGuire interrupted my meal by slamming his hands onto our table in the cafeteria.

First thought- 'Oh no, he knows!' Insert squidwards voice here.

Second thought- 'Wait, what does he know exactly?'

"I'm not a girl!" I squeaked out. This earned me odd looks from Brady and Bryson.

"Okay... not quite what I was angling for, but you are a grade A thief," he dropped the volume of his voice so only I could hear.

A thief?

A thief!

Yes! I am a thief!

I openly smirked at him. "So, you're going commando, huh?"

The glare was enough answer.

So, why was the Easy McGuire not wearing any underwear? You may be wondering. Well, Noah was right when he said I am not the most creative person ever when it came to revenge schemes. So what did I do?

I store all his underwear.

Every single neatly folded and pressed boxer and brief he owns and hid them in Brady's room.

"That is not funny," he hissed.

Besides me, Brady started cracking up. "Wait Easy, you're not... SHEATHED!" This earned him a slap up his head from Bryson, who looked like he wanted to laugh too.