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When Two Are One

"What do you want, Cameron?"

The small, sheepish smile that had been on Cam's face seconds ago faded when he saw my expression.

"We need to talk, Blake." He glanced toward Shay and Wes a few feet away, "Alone." I crossed my arms over my chest, shaking my head.

"We don't. Just go home, Cameron." I made a gesture with my hand, keeping my eyes wandering everywhere but him.

I knew Cam all too well, which meant he probably knew every little thing about me too. He knew that I'd cave when I saw his big, bottomless brown eyes.

"Blake, come on." He started to make his way toward me, but Wes stepped in his way, blocking me from his view.

"She said to back off, Cam." Cam's expression twisted from one of guilt to anger within seconds.

"Move it, Daniels." He shoved Wes back. I saw Shay's eyes flash with worry when she looked over at me, her lips parted.

"You think I'm scared of you, Mendoza? You're all bark and no bite." I could tell by the tone in Wes' voice that he was taunting Cam; and it seemed to be working.

"Yeah?" Cam laughed coldly, "At least I don't follow Blake around like an abused puppy with no home. You think she'd ever want someone like you, Daniels? Hate to break it to you, but you're too much of a little bitch for her." Before Shay or I could throw ourselves forward, Wes threw a punch that made contact directly with Cam's nose.

I hurried forward, grabbing Cam's wrists in my hand before he could throw his own punches at Wes.

"Let's go talk." I sent Shay a look, to which she nodded in understanding to and crossed the room to Wes.

I dragged Cam up the stairs to my room, watching him wipe the blood trickling from his nose with the back of his sleeve.

Once we were in my room, I slammed my door shut behind me and stood in front of it so Cam couldn't get back out.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped.

"With me? Your little boytoy is the one that started it, Blake! If he would have minded his own God damn business then nothing would have happened." I opened my mouth, then shut it after a second when I realized that he was kind of right.

"What do you want, Cameron?" I whispered after a few minutes of silence.

"Stop calling me that," He muttered, "I'm sorry." I snorted, shaking my head to myself.

"What was that?" He lifted his head, sending me a paralyzing glare.

"Look, Blake. What I said was messed up, I know that. It was uncalled for. But you should be apologizing too." I stared him down for a second before turning my back to him and heading for my bed.

"Blake, stop acting like a five year old!" He barked out, following me.

"Just say something!" He demanded a second later, obviously coming to the conclusion that I wasn't going to respond.

"What do you expect me to do? Run into your arms and say everything is okay?" I breathed out, giving him a dark look.

"Kinda," He responded, "Seriously, Blake, I said I was sorry." I sat on my bed, fiddling with the hem of my t-shirt.

"You think my life is all rainbows and butterflies, right? Because I get good grades and read all the time. You wouldn't last a day in my shoes, Cameron." He looked taken back by my response, his lips thinning out into a small line on his face.

"Bullshit. You have it easy." He threw his hands up in exasperation, "All you have to do is smile and look pretty and everyone loves you. Do you not understand how hard it is to have a label that defines who you are, to have people watching your every move and judging you? Every day I strive to be someone, Blake. Someone that isn't me." I stared at him blankly, my mouth hanging open.

"You wouldn't last a day in my shoes, Blake. Trying to impress everyone and keep a certain status isn't as easy as you want to believe it is." He was sitting down on my bed, causing it to dip as he spoke softly.

"Why don't we see?" I suggested after a moment of complete silence.

"What?"

"Why don't we see how long we can last in each other's shoes? You think my life is so easy, and apparently I think yours is too. Let's test our theories." He started laughing, throwing his head back so his chocolate brown bangs fell into his eyes.

"You're serious?" He questioned, blinking once he was able to collect himself again.

"Yes, Cameron. I'm serious." I replied, wrapping a strand of my hair around my finger.

"If I agree to that, will you stop calling me Cameron?" Irritation laced its way through his voice.

"Blake?" He waved his hand in front of my face. "Okay, fine. If I agree to this, will you forgive me for what I said?"

"Yes." I answered quietly.

"All right, then. How long are we going to have to play dress up?" I looked over at my calendar above my dresser.

"Until graduation. Three months." I saw him starting to nod his head, the right side of his mouth tugging into a smile.

"You've got a deal."

*

"What the hell are you doing?" I jumped back, nearly getting my finger caught in the sewing machine.

"You scared the crap out of me, Wes." I rested my hand on my chest, shaking my head.

"Where's Shay?" He asked after a moment.

"She went home to grab some of her old clothes for me." He frowned, making a gesture with his hands toward the the sewing machine.

"Cam and I made a bet, well, sort of." I explained, "We have to see if we can last three months in each other's shoes." His face fell.

"Why would you do that?" He mumbled.

"Can I run the outfit I want to wear tomorrow by you?" I asked, discarding his previous comment. He nodded, taking my seat on the bed as I grabbed the skirt I had fixed the hem of and my t-shirt from my closet. I darted into my bathroom and changed before stepping back into the room.

I stared at Wes, waiting for some sort of comment, bad or good. He only stared, his Adam's Apple bobbing as he reached up and ran a hand through his already messy dark black hair.

"So?" I asked, spinning in a full circle.

"It's um. . . tight." He was smiling weakly, looking ready to recoil. I nodded, feeling a smile stretch across my face.

"I haven't worn this shirt since middle school." I responded, staring down at my chest, "It still fits pretty good considering." Wes stayed quiet for a while, his eyes following me as I cleaned up the trash and put the sewing machine back in the closet.

"You need to be careful, Blake." He finally choked out.

"What do you mean?" I turned around, raising my eyebrows.

"Dressing provocatively. It's different for Cam, since he's a guy. But you. . . people might take it the wrong way, I don't want you to get hurt." I nodded, understanding exactly what he meant.

"I know, Wes. Thanks for being so concerned." I sat on my bed beside him, making sure to keep somewhat of a distance so my bare leg didn't brush against his.

"Always." he cracked a smile and reached over to take my hand in his, "That's what friends are for, Blake." I returned his smile and rested my head against his shoulder.

Tomorrow I would be going to school a different person, for the first time in my life I would see the world the way Cam sees it. And maybe, maybe that wouldn't be so bad. 



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