- boys' love story - III

Okay, I was trying to be nice about this at first, but even I have a breaking point.
"Boy's Love Story" will not be continued. Meaning, we are not going to write anymore. So please do not ask when chapter 12 will be out, when we plan on writing more or anything of the sort.
However, I have started a continuation of the story on my own. You can find it in the "Boys' Love Story" folder in my gallery.

Thank you for showing an interest in our story,
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Later that night, Robin set a bed up for Cameron next to his.
Cameron helped him set up the bed, thanking his mom as she left the room after bringing in a pillow for him to use.
"Don't stay up too much later, you two." she added, before closing the door.
"We won't..." answered Robin, lying under his blanket.
Cameron sat cross-legged on his cot, facing Robin. "She's really nice."
"Yeah...she can be." yawned Robin.
"How old is she? She looks really young." He leaned over, resting on his elbows and also yawning. He hated that; yawning was contagious.
Robin honestly had to think for a second, "She'll be...33 in a month or two."
"Oh, wow." He nodded, honestly surprised. Cameron decided to go with his better judgment and not ask about Robin's father.
"Yeah. People have actually asked if we were brother and sister." he joked, remembering a few occasions.
"Haha, nice. I can see that happening." He nodded, laughing at the thought.
"And we usually go along with it for a while...just for fun." he laughed, sighing. I don't want that to change...but no more pessimistic shit right now. It's finally lightened up.
"Awesome. Sounds like fun." He imagined doing something like that with his dad, just for shits and giggles. Ha, that wouldn't happen anytime soon. Ah well.
"Are you close with either of your parents?" asked Robin.
"I'm kinda close with my mom, but my dad and I have never really seen eye to eye." He shrugged his shoulders, absently looking out the window. It was still raining, hence the reason he was still here...well, one of the reasons.
"That's kinda how me and Bill were before he left." said Robin, rolling onto his back.
"Your father?" He asked, thinking that was probably what he meant.
"Oh, yeah." he said, nodding.
"That's what I thought." Cameron added, nodding his head.
"If you wanna ask, you can." he added, knowing people were naturally curious.
"I know. I can always ask. The real question is, would you feel comfortable answering?" Cameron said in return, raising a brow at Robin.
"I'm okay with it." answered Robin, still looking up at the ceiling.
"If you're sure, then this is me, asking." Replied the seventeen-year-old.
"He left around the time when my, as he called it, 'condition' got bad." he said, "I was around...8 or 9."
"I'm sorry Robin. No kid should have to go through that." Cameron looked at the ceiling also, silently counting the little popcorn thingies.
The worst part was...for the longest time, I thought that was what I deserved...he thought. "It's fine."
There was a long silence before Robin spoke, so Cameron could only imagine that he was stewing in his own thoughts. It might be best to leave him to do that. Cameron said nothing, but nodded once to show he was paying attention.
Robin glanced at him for a second, he was the first person who didn't ask what he meant by 'condition'.
"It's not my place to ask." He said when he felt Robin's eyes on him, leaning back. "I'll find out eventually."
"Right..." sighed Robin. It suddenly felt strange so separated from him.
Cameron nodded, he would ask another day, when they knew each other better, "So, is there anything I need to know about you, considering we just met?"
I have sporadic periods of clinical depression, I'm pessimistic...he thought. "Umm...I'm a capricorn? I don't know." he laughed.
"Naw, come on. I'm being serious here..." he paused, a sly smile on his face, "Ever killed anyone?!" he asked with a purely joking tone.
"Maybe." he said, keeping a completely straight face.
He was pretty sure he was kidding, and decided to play along. "Really? What'd you do to them?" He asked with an equally unemotional face.
"I'm not allowed to disclose that information to the general public." he said, breaking his straight face with a tiny smile.
"Awww, come on, not even to meee?" He fake whined as he got up and crawled to the other side of his cot where it was closet to Robin's bed. He sat his chin on the edge of the bed, looking up at the boy with big, puppy dog eyes.
Robin glanced at him, then quickly away, "Don't make that face."
"How come?" He asked curiously, his head cocking to the side with his chin still on the bed.
"Because, it's just really..." he started, rolling away from him, "...cute." he finished softly.
"Aaand, I am victorious." He climbed up on the bed, sitting his head on Robin's stomach. "Tell me, tell me, tell me."
Robin jumped slightly once Cameron put his head on his stomach, "You do realize there's nothing to tell, right?" he asked, knowing full well Cameron did. He was just messing with him.
Cameron let out a fake, yet dramatic gasp. "No! I had no clue!"
Robin looked down at him, "You're a dork."
"You still think I'm sexy." He replied with a smirk, laughing.
"Not really." sighed Robin, looking away with a smile.
"Psh, fine. See if you get any tonight." He said with a sarcastic tone, smiling and prodding Robin.
"Oh yes, you're just so terribly irresistible!" he exclaimed, making sure to stay quiet however, "What will I do with myself?!" He fell back against the bed dramatically.
"That's not my problem." Cameron ran his hands back through his thick, auburn hair, his grey eyes fixating on Robin. "You're such a goof."
Robin smiled; it felt good to be this comfortable with someone, "Maybe I am. So what?" he questioned.
"I never said I didn't like it," He retorted calmly, turning on his side and laying down.
"Good." said Robin, looking back down at him again.
"What`cha thinkin' about?" He asked, looking up at Robin questioningly.
"Nothing." he said, lying down.
"Did you know that it's actually impossible to think about nothing?"
"Fine, then. Nothing important." corrected Robin, "Haven't you already told me that?"
"Wait...Did I?" He had completely forgotten.
"I'm pretty sure." said Robin, stretching his arms back.
"Oh, well, uhm...let's just pretend I didn't."
"Okay then." laughed Robin weakly, yawning, "Sleep?"
"Yea, I'm tired." Cameron – reluctantly - rolled off the bed, landing on the cot.
Robin waited a moment, then decided to lock the door. He got up and walked to the door, pushing the small button on the knob, "I like it locked..." he said simply, walking back to his bed.
"Oh, okay." He said back, not really focusing on what he was saying. What time was it?
Damn. He's too tired to even realize what I meant. thought Robin. He crawled back into his bed and under the cover's, facing Cameron.
Cameron sat cross legged in the cot, staring at the ceiling. He wasn't sure what he was thinking of at that moment, though. Shaking his head, he snapped back to reality, turning to face Robin. He sat his chin on the edge of the bed, "Hi."
Robin smiled, "Hi." he said back tiredly.
Cameron rested his arms on the bed, under his head. He meant to stay awake, but was quickly dozing at he sat with his head down.
"Just go to sleep." said Robin calmly, reaching out to touch his cheek lightly.
"Huh?" he said sleepily, wanting to stay awake with him, just, well...because.
Robin smiled, "Go to sleep." he repeated, playing with the ends of Cameron's hair.
"Can I come up there?" he asked quietly, innocently, while grinning sleepily at the feeling of Robin's hands in his hair.
Finally...thought Robin. "Sure...but only if you go to sleep." he answered.
He nodded and climbed up, snuggling next to Robin and slowly dozing off.
Robin laid his hand down, leaning forward to kiss Cameron lightly on the forehead. He then laid back down and fell asleep himself.
It was just moments after Robin fell asleep, the Cameron too, drifted off. As he slept, he comfortably lay next to Robin, a small and meager smile on his face.

The next morning, Robin woke up to see Cameron's sleeping face just in front of his. He smiled, He's so cute, he thought.
Feeling someone's eyes on him - Cameron had the uncanny ability to do that - he slowly opened his eyes, smiling when he realized he was almost nose-to-nose with Robin.
"Morning." said Robin quietly.
Cameron stretched his arms above his head, yawning as he did so. "Hi." he whispered.
"Did you...sleep okay?" he asked.
"Great." He answered, grinning at the other. "Did you?"
"Me too." said Robin, smiling sleepily.
"Good. I'm glad." Cameron kissed the tip of Robin's nose sweetly.
Robin caught his lips for a quick kiss as he pulled away.
"Well, if that wasn't just about the cutest thing ever?"
Robin smiled childishly with a soft giggle.
"As was that." He lifted the back of his hand to Robin's cheek, brushing it lightly and kissing him again.
Robin smiled, and just as he started to relax again, his mother called from the stairway.
"Breakfast is ready you two! Wake up~!" she sang happily.
Cameron practically winced at the perkiness in the woman's voice. It seemed to early for this.
"Sorry...my mom's quite a morning person." sighed Robin, sitting up and walking over to the cot. He looked at it for a moment, It doesn't look like anyone slept here.  He tossed the blanket around a bit and hit the pillow. "There."
It took Cameron a second to figure out what he was doing, but then he nodded. "Ohhh. Well, uhm, that's okay." He stood up, the smell of freshly cooked breakfast wafting up through the vent it Robin's room. "She always cook big breakfasts?"
He laughed, "You have no idea." he replied. He unlocked the door and opened it.
Cameron followed Robin out and down the stairs, just nodding his head and silently laughing at his answer.
"I went traditional today~" exclaimed Robin's mother, "I hope you don't mind, Cameron. I can always make something else if you don't like it." she added.
"Oh no, this looks great. Thank you Mrs..uhm..?" Cameron glanced over at Robin awkwardly; he didn't know what to call his mom.
"Robin, you haven't told him our last name?" questioned his mother over-dramatically, "Where are your manners?"
Robin smiled weakly, without realizing it, "You tell him, I can never remember your's." he joked.
She just looked at him for a moment, He smiled..., "Oh it's not that hard. Yoshimitsu." she replied, "But you can call me 'Ms. Grey'." she added, turning back to Cameron.
Cameron nodded meekly. Ms. Grey. Definitely. He wouldn't remember Yoshi-whois-whatits for his life. Never, ever. "Alright, Thank you, Ms. Grey."
"You're welcome, hun." she replied, "Now help yourselves."
Robin skimmed the plates, looking for something familiar.
Cameron sat down and put a bit of food on the plate she had just handed.
"Not one thing up here is actually breakfast food, is it?" asked Robin jokingly.
"Nope." replied his mother happily.
Robin shook his head with a smile and sat by Cameron.
Cameron tasted small bites of the variety of food he had on his plate. He loved trying new things, especially new food. He'd have to find these recipes online; the boy loved to cook. The food was very good, although completely unfamiliar to his taste buds. "This is very good, Ms. Grey." Cameron usually managed to get in good with peoples' parents, he was just that charismatic.
Robin's mother squealed joyfully, "Why thank you." she replied.
Robin picked at the food he had chosen, Too much taste...for this time of day...he thought. However, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at his mother's reaction to Cameron's comment.
Ms. Grey gasped and ran over to Robin, wrapping her arms around him, "My baby laughed! I heard it!" she exclaimed.
"Mom, get off!" exclaimed Robin, trying to stay serious, though smiling through it anyway.
Cameron almost choked on his food, he was laughing so hard. "That just proves that you should laugh more often, Robin." He grinned, taking a sip of water.
"Shut up!" shouted Robin, trying his hardest not to laugh with him.
Ms. Grey let go of Robin and spun over to Cameron, "See? Now this boy has some brains in his head." she stated simply, looking over at Robin.
Cameron kept laughing at the display for a moment, nodding at Ms. Grey's comment. "She knows me pretty well." He said to the youngest in the room, smirking.
Robin just shook his head and returned his attention to his food.
Ms. Grey smiled at her son, then headed for the stairs, ruffling his hair as she past him, "I have to leave soon."
"I know." replied Robin, watching her turn into the stairway.
Cameron also returned to eating, occasionally giving Robin a quick glance.
At least she's off tomorrow...thought Robin, leaning on one hand and eating with the other.
"You ok?" Cameron asked after a somewhat awkward silence.
"Fine...she'll be off tomorrow." he replied, only halfway paying attention.
"Good. You'll get to spend some time with her." Robin seemed to be off in his own little world. Ah, he'll come back soon enough.
"You should call your house--tell 'em you're alive." said Robin, realizing he had been there for quite a while.
"You're right." He thought for a second, and then remembered that his phone was upstairs. He walked up the stairs and into Robin's room, grabbing his phone and sitting on the cot, Dialing the number to his house.
"Hello?" A woman’s voice answered.
"Hey Ma. How are you?" The two talked for a moment or two before his mother suddenly perked up,
"Oh, guess what?!"
"Hm?" He answered.
"Your father called today. He's coming home in a few days." Oh joy... thought Cameron, pretending to be happy and then getting of the phone a few minutes later. He sat on the cot in silence for a few moments, his head tilted back and laying on Robin's bed.
Robin noticed it was taking Cameron a while to come back downstairs, Could I have gotten him in trouble...? he wondered. He went upstairs and saw Cameron lying on the bed, "What...?"
Cameron sighed, lifting his head. "My dad's coming home in a few days." He drew in a deep breath, wishing he wouldn't. His dad hit him, but he couldn't call it abuse, because he hit back just as hard - if not harder - every time his dad came forward. It never felt like that big of a deal to Cameron though. Just a fight.
Robin shut the door and walked over towards Cameron, He really seems upset about it...He sat by him on the cot, not really knowing what to say.
"Oh well. I'll just have to get out of the house more. Not that I'm not already always out." He laughed it off, sitting up and attempting to change the subject. "Anyways, you're mom's food is pretty much amazing."
"I know. She told me that once she knew she was pregnant, she started studying cookbooks." explained Robin, with somewhat of a laugh.
"Hah, nice. I cook at my house, usually. That or its T.V. dinners. Mom can't cook worth a hoot."
"Your mom better get used to TV dinners, then." said Robin playfully, kissing him on the cheek, "I'm going to see my mom out." And with that, he left the room.
"Alright." Cameron stayed in Robin's room, mulling over his thoughts.
A few minutes later, Robin poked his head back in and looked at him, "Wanna go somewhere?" he asked.
"Sure." He answered, standing up and pulling off Robin's sleep shirt, grabbing his own in the process. It was time he wore his own shirt anyways. He pulled it on as he walked to the door, "Where?"
"The only good place I know of is that Jerry’s Karaoke Bar place." said Robin.
Cameron nodded, remembering that he’d been there once or twice before. The karaoke was often cheesy and not well sung, but the club scene was great. "Alright then."
"Heard of it?" asked Robin, going back in his room to change. He left the door cracked, however, so they could still talk.
"Just been there once or twice. Not a bad place." He brushed his fingers through his thick mess of hair, trying to flatten it out some.
Robin smiled, "I go there at least once a week." he said. He threw his shirt lazily into the hamper and pulled another one from his drawer; a loose polo-type shirt with think red and navy blue stripes.
"You said you never go out?"
"Not often. Just to Jerry’s." he replied. He switched into a pair of skinny jeans and walked out.
He looks good in those pa... Cameron shook off the thought, smiling at Robin. "Can we stop at my place on the way? I need to change into some clean clothes."
"I was just going to suggest that." said Robin, heading down the stairs to slip on his shoes.
As soon as they were both ready, Cameron opened the door and went outside, holding it open with his foot for Robin.
Robin walked out the door, and then turned to Cameron, "Lead the way."
"Of course." Cameron started going off down the street to the left, with Robin in tow.
Robin walked slowly behind him, brushing his hair out of his face.
It wasn't too long until they reached Cameron's house. He walked around the back and climbed into his window because the door was locked. "Mom! I'm Home!"
Robin poked his head inside Cameron's window, looking around his room.
"Hey, come on in." Cameron said. His mom came in a few minutes later.
"Hello, you must be Robin." She said politely, remembering her son mentioning that he was staying over at someone's house by the name of Robin.
Robin climbed through the window just before Cameron's mother came in. He nodded, "Hi." he replied softly.
"Hey mom, I'm just gonna change and then we're heading back out." He said to her, as a signal for her to leave the room.
"Alright hunny. Have fun." She turned around and left, back to cleaning, Cameron guessed, by the faint scent of bleach in the house.
"She seems nice." said Robin, still looking around the room. Lots of posters...
"She has her days." He joked, pulling out some clean clothes from his dresser. A dark, somewhat fitted, flannel shirt, a white tank top, and a pair of jeans. He grabbed a pair of worn converse from the floor next to his dresser and was about to leave for the bathroom to brush his hair when he turned to Robin. "I'll be right back. Make yourself at home."
"Okay..." he mumbled. And now I'm alone...in his room. he thought. He just sat down on Cameron's bed, resisting the urge to look through things. However, he saw a notebook just a few inches away from him on the floor. He picked it up and flipped through it.
Cameron entered the room not long later, seeing Robin going through the notebook. "Oh, that's just school stuff. Nothing interesting." He used his foot to inconspicuously kick his sketchbook under his dresser. "Ready to go?"
"You have messy handwriting." replied Robin, smiling and setting the notebook down beside him. He noticed as Cameron moved something with his feet, "What was that?" he asked, walking over.
"Just some trash. I'll clean it up later." He answered calmly, shrugging his shoulders. He never let anyone see his drawings. Hell, his mom didn't even know that he drew.
"It was a book." said Robin, "C'mon, show me."
"Don't worry about it. Like I said, it's trash." He answered, unsure of himself. Maybe it hadn't been as inconspicuous as he originally thought.
"If it really was trash, you wouldn't care so much." stated Robin, "But okay."
He laughed. "You're a jerk." He joked, reaching under his dresser and grabbing the black banded sketchbook, ratty from over use, and tossing it to Robin. "See, just a bunch of crap."
Robin caught it and looked back over at him, "Maybe." he replied, opening the book. He looked through it for a few seconds then back at Cameron again, "Are you kidding? These are really good."
"Meh." He replied, smiling and shrugging it off. "Ready to go?"
"They are." said Robin, setting the book down on Cameron's bed, "Sure."
"Kay, let's go then." He answered, leaving his room and walking down the hallway with Robin. He opened the front door, called out a goodbye to his mom, and then left, shutting the door once Robin was out too.
Robin walked behind him, suddenly feeling a little awkward.
"I think the fastest way to get there, from here, is just down the boulevard." He said, slowing so that he was walking next to Robin.
"Yeah." said Robin, looking around aimlessly.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, sorry. Nothing." replied Robin, smiling back at Cameron, "Just zoning out."
"Ohh, okay." Cameron smiled, making a turn at the end of the street onto the main boulevard.
They walked down the long street until they saw a small, neon sign reading 'Asterisk*', "Finally." sighed Robin, opening the door.
The inside of the small club was dark compared to the outside, and the mood was very mellow.
However, just a few seconds after the two walked in, a loud electric guitar started to play the opening of a song. Robin immediately recognized the song and smiled as the girl that was singing started moving around the stage energetically.
Noticing Robin's smile, he turned his face towards him as he walked towards an open table. "Who's that?" He asked, not recognizing the song at first.
"The girl singing; no idea..." answered Robin, "But the song is 'Pressure' by Paramore....she's good." Robin walked a little closer to the stage to see her better.
The girl had short red hair that reached her shoulders, clear, pale skin and thin frame. Her hair flew around as she jumped around the stage, singing loudly and powerfully.
"Ahh, I recognize it now." He followed Robin up, looking at the girl. She reminded him of an old friend he once knew. This girl seemed much more energetic though.
Robin worked his way up to the stage--which was fairly easy because the crowd was never very large.
Within another minute or so, the song ended and the girl left the stage to a few loud cheers.
Cameron nudged Robin's arm, walking towards the red haired girl once the group of people around her dispersed.
Robin walked over to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder, "...That was really good." he said.
"Thanks..!" she replied with a smile, very out of breath.
"You need some water?" Cameron asked after agreeing with Robin. She had been really, really good.
She laughed, "I probably should...C'mon." she answered, leading them away from the stage and over to the bar, "Easier to talk here."
Cameron asked for three bottles of water before sitting down next to Robin. "How long have you been playing guitar?"
"Since I was 9, so about 9 years." she answered.
"Wow, sweet. Do you live around here? I've never seen you before."
"It's a decent drive between here and home." she replied, taking the cap off the bottle and taking a drink, 'What about you two?"
Robin listened as Cameron talked to the girl, So she's been playing longer than I have...by about 2 years.
"It' about fifteen minutes walking to my house, not much farther to his. By the way, I'm Cameron, and this is Robin. What's your name?" Cameron looked at Robin, giving him a glance that questioned something along the lines of, 'Are you okay?'
"Cool. Oh, I'm Emmilou--Emmi." she answered. She watched as Cameron glanced at Robin and she smiled to herself.
Robin looked back at Cameron with a slight smile, signaling a 'yes'.
"Nice to meet you, Emmi." Cameron was kind of at a loss of what to say now.
"You too." she said, noticing Robin's quietness, "So, either of you play anything?"
At that, Robin opened his bottle of water and took a long drink.
"Yeah. I play the drums, and Robin plays the guitar too, don't you, Robin?"
"Oh, really?" she asked, mostly looking at Robin.
"Uh...Yeah." he answered softly.
"How long?" she asked.
"About 7 years."
"Sweet." she said, "You should play."
"You could play that song you played earlier?" Cameron suggested gently, smiling at Robin.
"I...I couldn't." mumbled Robin.
"Why?" asked Emmi, looking at him.
"I've never been on stage before..."
"Neither had I." she said.
"Aw, you'd be great."
"But I don't have my--"
"Use mine." offered Emmilou.
"I'm not used to elec--"
"My acoustic's in the car."
"Face it Robin, we're not going down without a fight." He gave Robin's hand a reassuring squeeze, before turning to Emmi. "You go get it, I won't let him run away." He said playfully.
Emmi smiled, “‘Kay." she laughed, standing up and leaving.
Robin sighed, "You're evil. Pure evil."
"You like it." He answered, grinning at Robin.
"I knew you were gonna say that." laughed Robin.
"You know me too well." He laughed, taking a sip of water. "Hey, you'll do great."
"It's a gift." stated Robin, looking back at him with a small smirk.
"I bet it is." Cameron glanced at the door as he heard the bell above it ring. He hated that bell, it was loud and annoying.
Emmi made her way back to the table with her guitar and sat down, "What songs do you know?" she asked, "I could sing for you, if you want. They'd let me."
Cameron glanced at Robin; he really didn't have anything to say. He'd only heard him do one song, and he didn't know what it was.
"Anything else by Paramore." he answered.
Emmi smiled, "Good, good. 'Oh Star'?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"How fast you play?"
"Same speed."
"Great." Emmi said, smiling, "I'll go talk to the...runner-guy. Whatever they call him."
"O-Okay..." mumbled Robin.
"You'll be great." He whispered once Emmi left, leaning over and planting a small kiss on Robin's cheek.
He blushed faintly, "I'll mess up..." he mumbled.
"Don't talk like that. You're great, Robin. You need to accept that." He smiled, squeezing Robin's hands.
Robin sighed, watching Emmi walk back over happily.
"Well, ain't that cute?" she asked, referring to their position.
"I know it is." Cameron responded, smiling. "When do you two wanna` go on?"
"The guy said to just let two other people go and we're good." answered Emmi, running her hand through her hair.
"Sounds good to me, but then again, I'm not performing."
Emmi set her guitar down as she sat down herself, "So you two're a couple?" she asked nonchalantly.
Uh...well...There wasn't really a clear answer to that question, considering they had just met, actually. "It's...complicated."
"Really? Complicated like how? If you don't mind my asking." she replied, turning to fully face the two of them.
Cameron was at somewhat of a loss, "Uhm...well..?"
"You could say that." stated Robin, looking at Emmi, "To keep it simple."
"You could say we're a couple." Cameron finally stated, hoping Robin didn't mind.
Robin smiled softly to himself.
"Okay, then." said Emmi, noticing Robin's expression.
"Yesum." Cameron nodded to himself, his eyes wandering to watch whoever was on stage.
Robin bit his lip, A couple....he thought. He liked the idea of it.
Emmi sighed and played with her hands, God, I really need to find a girlfriend.
"What bout you, Emmi?" Cameron asked curiously, "Got a special someone in your life?"
"Ha, I wish." she replied, looking back at him, Guess I'll say it now. "I haven't had a girl since the beginning of last year."
Robin looked at her, Oh, so she's a...lesbian. he thought.
"You'll find someone soon enough. If not, I know a few girls you might be interested in." He shrugged his shoulders, smiling at Emmilou.
Emmi smiled, "I might have to hold you to that." she replied.
"Just let me know." He stopped talking when whoever was on stage quit singing. "Your turn?"
"Yeah!" she exclaimed, "C'mon Robin!" Emmi grabbed Robin's hand and her guitar then headed for the stage.
Cameron laughed as he watched Emmi drag Robin up onto the stage. He clapped as they were announced.
Emmi leaned down to Robin for a second, "Now just look at your guitar...don't pay attention to everyone else." she said, smiling. She then stood up and switched the microphone on.
Robin nodded as Emmi spoke to him, then began to play. Soon after, Emmi came in with the vocals.
Cameron watched intently, smiling at the display. They were both really quite good.
Robin played, keeping his attention directly on his guitar as Emmi sang next to him.
Emmi smiled as they hit the chorus. She liked not having to play for once.
A petite blonde girl approached Cameron and sat in the empty seat next to him. "Hey cutie." She said sweetly, smiling in a flirtatious manner.
"Uhm, hey." Replied Cameron, not paying her much mind. She started talking to him, mostly about herself or himself, and touching his arm and such, clearly flirting. He withstood it for a few minuets, until her hand found its way to his thigh, and then he turned his head to her.
"You might wanna stop." He said,
"Why? She asked, not getting the point. "Having complications?"
"Uhm, no. I'm gay. Like, Gay-gay." He retorted smartly.
She went somewhat wide-eyed and looked him up and down. "You don't look gay."
"Really? I hadn't noticed." He answered sarcastically, which sent her walking.
Robin had gathered the courage to talk a quick look at the audience, spotting the girl with Cameron. He bit his lip and looked back at his guitar. Soon enough, the song finished and Robin left the guitar with Emmi. He walked back over to Cameron quickly, "Who was that?"
"I dunno. Some girl that thought I rolled that way." He replied nonchalantly, smiling.  "You two did really well!"
Robin smiled and kissed Cameron quickly on the cheek, "Okay. Thanks." he said.
Emmi walked back over and smiled at Robin, "You're really good." she stated.
"That's what I've been telling him." He answered, grinning at Robin.
"Not really..." said Robin, looking up at Emmi, "You're a lot better."
"If so, it's only because I've been playing longer." she answered, "But either way, it's not by much."
Cameron sat back and listened to the two talk.
"So, did you guys have any plans I'm ruining or anything?" she asked, knowing she had kept them awhile.
"Nah. We were just kinda hanging around. What about you?"
"I was gonna hang around here, then get some food." she replied.
"Just trying to pass time?" He asked, knowing she probably was. A lot of people went to Jerry's for that.
"That and get my rush for the day." she said, leaning against the table.
"We should start a band." He said jokingly, just to have something to say. "Nah. Kidding."
"Totally." stated Emmi, looking him in the eye.
Robin leaned forward, putting his head on Cameron's shoulder, "Sounds fun."
"Wait. Seriously?" He laughed, smiling.
"Yeah. We got drums, guitar, vocals and I can play bass, too." said Emmi.
"What about lyrics?" asked Robin.
"We can cover songs until we get some worked out." answered Emmi.
"I was kidding you guys." He smiled, but nodded anyways. "Sounds fun though. I know a girl that can play bass, so you don't have to play two instruments if you don't want."
"That works." she said, "Bring her here some time."
"Should we find someone else to play guitar?"
Robin elbowed him lightly on the arm and stood in front of him, "Mean."
"I was kidding!" He said back, pretending that getting hit in the elbow hurt, a lot.
Robin rolled his eyes and leaned against the bar table in front of Cameron.
Emmi smiled, So he does have a personality, she thought.
"You're a jerk." He said jokingly, smiling at Robin.
"So are you." replied Robin, smirking down at him.
"Your jerk-iness overrules mine." he responded, laughing.
Robin relaxed into a smile, "'Jerkiness'?" he questioned with a laugh.
"You guys have a weirdest relationship." stated Emmi, laughing.
"Yes, jerkiness." Replied the drummer, shaking his head. He then answered, "I know we do. It keeps things interesting though," to Emmilou.
"I guess it would." said Emmi.
Robin shook his head with another soft laugh, then looking towards the stage.
"So, you guys wanna go somewhere to eat?" she asked, "This place has never had the best food."
"She's right." agreed Robin, "Sounds good to me."
"What about Abscurity? You know, that cafe a few streets down. They've got the best food."
"Oh, I've seen that place." said Emmi, "'Kay, that works for me."
"Me too." agreed Robin.
"Let's go then." Cameron grabbed Emmi's acoustic guitar so she could get her electric, and then headed towards the door.
Emmi picked up her electric and followed Cameron, with Robin behind her, "My jeep's to the left." she stated.
"Alright. We walked here." He smiled as he saw the jeep, the only one in that area.
"You really do live close." she said, setting her guitar behind the back seat, "I know it looks old, but it's safe. Promise."
Robin pulled himself up and into the back, sitting down and waiting for Cameron.
Cameron climbed in after Robin, sitting down and settling himself in the seat. "Oh yeah, jeeps are reliable. I don't care if it's old."
"Yeah, I love this thing." she agreed, patting the door after she climbed in.
"Jeeps are just great like that."
"Damn. I feel so young." stated Robin.
It took Cameron a second to understand what he was saying, but then he remembered. Robin was only sixteen. "OHH!"
"You're so slow." stated Robin, smiling and leaning on Cameron's shoulder.
"How old are you two, anyway?" asked Emmi, looking at them through the rearview mirror.
"Sixteen." replied Robin.
Cameron merely shook his head and grasped Robin's hand, giving it a light squeeze. "Seventeen."
"Oh, wow." stated Emmi, "I'm eighteen."
Maybe he was simple minded, but Cameron found it funny that their ages went in perfect order. He didn't say anything though. "Ah, we're young."
"Ha...sixteen, seventeen, eighteen." mumbled Robin, smiling at his pointless comment.
"I could have sworn I was the only one thinking that." He laughed out, shaking his head.
"Losers." laughed Emmi, slowing to a stop at a light.
"Yeah...we are."
"What of it?" asked Robin, scooting just slightly closer to Cameron. Damn seatbelt.
Cameron noticed Robin's subtle movements and scooted in his direction, not getting very far.
Emmi pulled into the parking lot and swerved into a parking place, "Here we go."
Cameron nodded and climber out of the jeep, surveying the restaurant. It didn't look to busy; that was good.
"Sweet. It's not filled to capacity like last time." laughed Emmi, shutting the car door.
Robin climbed out of the car, almost hitting his back on his way down. It's a lot harder to get out...he thought.
Cameron looped his left arm through Emmi's, and his right arm through Robin's, and strutted into the restaurant jokingly.
Robin tried his best not to laugh too hard.
However, Emmi just went with it and laughed loudly, "Fabulous entrance."
"Isn't it, darling?!" He replied flamboyantly, in the gayest voice he could muster.
At that, Robin about fell to the floor he was laughing so hard, "W-Wow." he managed to force out.
Emmi noticed how practically everyone was looking at them by now and just smiled to herself.
He kept up the act, approaching the hostess. "Three, please. Non-smoking."
The waiter looked him over and smiled, "Alright, this way." he said, turning and walking towards the non-smoking section.
Cameron finally relinquished his grip on his friends and followed the waiter, walking in between the two.
The waiter showed them their table and turned back to them, "I'll be right back with the menus." he said, then leaving.
Emmi sat down and got herself comfortable, "Cameron, you really don't seem like the type that should be able to do that." she stated, still laughing a bit.
"It's creepy." added Robin, sitting in the chair across from Emmi.
Cameron seated himself at the table, shrugging with a small laugh. "Hidden talent?"
Robin looked at him, "I wouldn't call it a talent, per say..." laughed Robin.
Emmi sighed as she watched the two of them, They're lucky. she thought.
"Something I can do well, that people don't know about. Talent. " He laughed and smiled, shrugging his broad shoulders once more in the process.
Robin bit his lip and turned towards the table, God, I wish we weren't in public. "Sure." he laughed, a bit nervously.
Emmi smiled to herself, He has a dirtier mind than I thought.
It took Cameron a second to understand what had just happened, but it was only a moment before the sound of "OHH!" could be heard. "Tisktisktisk, Robin."
"W-What're talking about?" questioned Robin, blushing faintly.
The waiter dropped off their menus quickly, leaving with, "I'll be right back to take your orders."
"Hah, nothing." He replied with a smirk. Robin already knew of his, well, talents, anyways. Cameron opened the menu and skimmed the few pages of it.
He so knows. I'm horrible. thought Robin, hiding behind his menu.
Cameron glanced up and saw Robin ducking his head behind his menu. "Aww." He said quietly, laughing to himself. He leaned over and pushed the top of his menu down, kissing Robin on the cheek.
Robin heard a light gasp from a woman sitting behind them...but he didn't care. He turned his head and gave Cameron a quick peck on the lips with a smile.