Cameron, born in Australia raised in America; Cameron, the boy with messy black hair and bright blue eyes had always known he was gay. He was out of the closet. Everyone knew and because of his place in the popularity pyramid, very little people judged him for it. He had few boyfriends in his life along with a couple of girlfriends. Overall his being gay didn't affect his private life much. And though all his friends were party-animals, Cameron preferred reading. Yes, he was a jock. No, he didn't have an attitude. With his mother in the hospital and his father gone, Cameron really has no shoulder to cry on, well, except for his best friend Janes. For people who didn't know him he was that nice, good-looking guy sitting on that badass motorcycle, reading that fat book. But for the people he did know he was that really hot, popular guy on the swim team who always wore a smile. He hid behind it. Switched realities. Was always kind to those who needed it or didn't. Always alone. His joy was fake; it was a sad reality. But it all changed when he met Dylan; the boy with prince-y like hair. The boy with thick gray eyes. (boy x boy)