30 days writing challenge!!

Day 5

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"Bring them home. All of them."

Nicholas examined the miniature pride flags, frowning at their phone. "All of them. Cam, that's too many-"

"Did I stutter? All. Of. Them." Cameron instructed. Nicholas sighed and checked the price check. They were dirt cheep, but they were fairly certain that the two of them did not need dozens upon dozens of miniature pride flags. Even if they were holding their own mini pride parade in their apartment.

It had started when Cameron, ever the idiotic dumbass, jumped off his cousin's play house and onto the trampoline and onto the concrete with a crack and broke his leg. Nicholas sighed again, reminded of how they'd been in the kitchen with Cameron's grandma, trading cake recipes, when they both heard a earth-shattering scream. Truth be told, Nicholas had be sure that someone had died.

Then, somehow, Cameron had come down with the flu. While laying at home barely interacting with anyone other than Nicholas. It had been a rough past few weeks, though Cameron had most been disappointed about missing the pride parade. It was the first pride since he was open, and his first pride while dating Nicholas. While he had mostly gotten over the flu, he was still sluggish and achy, so a long day with lots of people was out of the question.

Nicholas had gone out, leaving their toddler of a boyfriend with Blaire and Kalea, and decided to buy as much pride stuff as they could. They were a naturally indecisive person, so eventually called up Cameron for his opinion on which rainbow flags to get.

Which led them to this. "Fine." Nicholas gave in. "I'll get them all." This was met with loud cheering, to which Nicholas rolled their fondly. They did love Cameron, even if he didn't like apple juice.

Nicholas paid for the dozens upon dozens of pride flags. They mildly regretted their purchase when it didn't fit in the bag that they'd bought, but Nicholas found a solution when they stuffed some in their hoodie pocket.

They cycled home as quickly home, sprinted up the apartment staircase, regretted living on the sixth floor, opened the door and was met with a disgruntled Kalea.

"Your boyfriend doesn't like apple juice."

"I'm aware."

"Your boyfriend wants chicken of waffles."

"I'm aware."

"Your boyfriend is a heathen."

Nicholas sighed for the third time that day. "I'm also aware of that." They poked their head into the bedroom and smiled when they saw Nicholas. "Hey Cam."

Cameron jumped up when he saw Nicholas. "Oh thank god." He flopped back into the bed, falling into the multitude of pillows and fluffy pillows that had been courtesy of Blaire. "Kalea was just about to strangle me for not drinking her apple juice."

"Kalea would not strangle someone." Blaire argued. They all know that it's a lie. Kalea would absolutely strangle someone, but Blaire loved standing up for her girlfriend, and pretending that she's a much less violent person. Still, Nicholas feels like congratulating them both for putting up with Cameron for the whole day.

"I would." Kalea confirmed, wrapping her arms around Blaire, who has to stand on her tip toes. Nicholas smiled at them both and collapsed next to Cameron, who wraps his arms around them.

"So, did you get a pride flag?"

"Actually, I got," Nicholas does some mental math. "68."

"I'm guessing that Cameron is to blame for that!"

"No Im not!"

"Yes he is."

All in all, it's a pretty good pride, Nicholas thinks as Cameron nuzzles into their side.

They wouldnt have it any other way.