TIL THEN YOU CAN RUNAWAY

[ANTON DAVIS THOMPSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 455px; text-align: justify; background-color: e2eaee; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; color: #404040] maybe i'm just thinking too hard. today, anton felt tired. strange, to be using the word on someone like him - it was barely close to halfway of the tour dates and he was already feeling sort of drained now. this wasn’t the same person that everyone really knew, the over-the-top and energetic anton that managed to be running circles around his friends with his words and even physically due to being just that hyper. it was a little off-putting, his ‘withdrawals from fun’ if you could call it that, and it was rare for it to happen especially on tour that any sort of change in his behavior would make you think something was wrong. you could say that it was like when a woman was pmsing, except anton wasn’t a woman, he was surely a man, he swore it. well, mostly - he kind of acted like a little girl sometimes. point was, he felt weird as hell tonight and it bothered him, and while that was potentially a welcome change to some of the people around him, it was just plain weird. when he thought about it again, it wasn't really some of the people or anyone really in particular who already knew him, but it was just cammie. cammie, who he knew quickly got tired of his high levels of his sometimes childish behavior, and anton really didn't know why he was so enamored with his manager when it was clear that while she didn't mix business with pleasure, she didn't like him. sure, it was something that in the last couple of days she had been trying to fix by telling him herself that she didn't hate him, but still he didn't really believe that was all true. he remembered from his past though few relationships that he had probably been too weird or just too different when it came to being a boyfriend - he was far from the conventional type, but that didn't mean he wasn't good enough cause as he recalled, he wasn't a douchebag. and as long as he wasn't a douchebag, he was fine, right? two days ago, he had put that bet up with cammie. like legitimately put her up to the bet, saying it out loud even if he had intended it to just be a joke like the first one. seven days and if she didn't really like him at all, she could go home. he was surprised that she actually took him up on it, whether the response and acceptance of the challenge was sarcastic or not. he could tell she wanted to prove him wrong and put him down as much as she wanted to go home, so there were two bonuses for winning. and that's what he liked about her, she wouldn't back down from anything, even if he had found her to be extremely stubborn over a lot of things. going about his business was easy for the last couple days but it suddenly became a little harder with such "pressure" on him. not that he was trying to force cammie into liking him in any way, it was just as he had explained it to her at the merch table. he just wanted to prove that he wasn't a douchebag, nor anything close to whatever she may have read on the internet and heard through spreading gossip in the weeks and days before she took the management job. still, today he wasn't really feeling his usual behavior. maybe it was the heat or the fact that there seemed to be a lot more crazy fangirls around in this city and at the venue - the whole band had actually been around at the same time as he had promised cammie before. the relationship between her and griffin and spencer and the rest of the band seemed like one that was very hot and cold depending on cammie's mood and whether or not spencer or griff were still hungover at the time of talking to her. at least she was starting to trust in him and his sanity in comparison to the rest of them. and at least he had kept true to his word about talking to the guys to get their shit together for him and her. maybe that would score him some points in her book. okay, maybe he was way too focused on being on her good side, but maybe he was starting to like her just a little bit even if he barely knew anything about her. he was working on that, though... slowly but surely, since cammie was way too tough to crack. it was like she had senses for when a conversation even had a slight chance of turning into "too personal" but then again, anton thought she was crazy for what she classified as personal. now that he tried to think about what he did know, it tallied to very little, and the things of very little importance to the depths of her personality. he knew that she loved shoes, that she dressed so very classy and new yorker even though the last time he referred to her style like that she got defensive and more in depth about it to put him in his place. he knew she had worked at a magazine - was it a magazine? - prior to this stint, and that she didn't really listen to his band's music before or even now. yeah, that was all he really knew about her, all things mostly relating to her history. it was coming on ten thirty at night and he was surprisingly not outside on the venue grounds partying and partaking in the nightly barbecue festivities. anton sat at one of the tables in the lounge of the bus, checking facebook and some of the music review sites to catch up on things he missed while he read all the waiting emails in his relapse account. sometimes he just needed a break from the social part of tour, it did kind of get tiring from all the drinking and weird shenanigans that tended to happen around here. his mood was fluctuating between apathetic, just plain tired, and bored - but he was enjoying the peace and quiet that he desired sometimes, even from and for himself. writing back to an email from his parents was taking way longer than he expected, and he sighed - anton was good with words and lyrics, but not really writing down every detail of his days away like his mother would have liked him to. add that to trying to deal with using the correct words to gain cammie's attention, and you had a full plate. shaking his head, he saved the response as a draft for later, grabbing the brown glass bottle next to his hand and bringing it to his lips. okay, he was a liar when he said he was tired of drinking. taking another long sip of the cold bud light that resided in the bottle, anton heard the continued buzzing of his charging phone that was sitting on the counter across from him. he was used to getting a ton of texts at once, cause he did have a lot of tour friends and connections. and he had learned after that one time to turn off twitter notifications for anyone who he didn't follow or choose to get notifications from whenever he was mentioned in their tweets. but they weren't usually so consecutive as all of these messages that caused the table to keep buzzing and scaring the shit out of him in the bus' silence. letting out a sigh, anton shut his macbook and stood up to retrieve his phone, unplugging it from the wall and scrolling through his texts and twitter. his eyebrow raised slightly as his finger dragged down the list, and he saw that cammie was tweeting at him... and about him. multiple times in a row. about his eyebrows. and how he wasn't dateable. he clicked again, typing a few replies to her as he stood in the middle of the bus lounge, looking puzzled. her tweets from earlier had said she was with riley, which wasn't out of the ordinary. then she was at the beer garden, which he knew could potentially not end well but he figured hey, she was sensible and too strict on the band so why would she let herself get super wasted? clearly he was wrong about that. anton's phone buzzed in his hand again and he replied some more, getting some back as quickly as she had sent them out til he said to her 'don't make me come over there.' it was a half joke and half serious tweet, as he would have gone to hang with this drunk side of cammie to see if she was anything like sober cammie, but at the same time he just didn't want to bother with either possibility of nothing or something different than the norm. anton wasn't really sure what he was feeling about the idea of drunk cammie, he just stood there without much reaction til another tweet from her. and looking at this one, he saw that he was practically being told to come over to get her or whatever, a first in either interpretation. not to mention that, as he checked his timeline yet again, riley seemed to be having a hard time with her, judging from her replies to him too. anton grabbed his keys and laminate from the table and clipped the set onto his jeans again as he shoved his phone into his pocket, skipping a step to get out quicker while descending the bus' steps. the contrast of the air temperature against his skin from the cold of the bus' air conditioning to the cool warmth of the night hours made him feel tingly and a bit hotter - was it the temperature or the nerves of how he was feeling like he was getting himself into something stupid tonight? anton made his way through the rows of buses and the areas that were barricaded off to keep lurking fangirls and other weirdos away from tour staff and those who actually were on it, trying to remember even in the dark where the placement of the beer garden was. he had texted riley on his walk towards there, asking where exactly they were, and he was told that they were currently sitting on a parking curb block somewhere in the lot near the center area of the bbq. his eyes scoured all the people around the area in different groups, getting caught in hello's towards people he knew and hadn't followed through with hanging out with at the moment. and ten minutes later, after being directionally retarded, he finally found the area that riley had been talking about, adjacent to the beer garden and the main party area. he saw he caught riley's attention and he waved to signal them, his eyes focused on cammie as he got closer to where they were sitting. and once a few feet away, he could tell by the swaying of cammie's body even as she was sitting that she was pretty drunk right now. anton mouthed for riley to leave if she wished to - and by the look on her face, boy did she definitely seem like she wanted to - and he gave a little sympathetic smile towards her before sitting down next to cammie on the vacant part of the cement parking block. truth be told, he was curious about what they had been talking about all this time. there was no way that the subject wouldn't have gone to him after spending that much time together. not to mention now that he was actually there on cammie's command, he was also worried about a sudden outburst of some sorts, whether it be over how she thought like he looked like joe jonas or if she were to make some other eyebrow joke towards him. either way, she was drunk enough, and he'd rather her not embarrass herself anymore than she might have already. anton carefully put his hand against her shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly. "so, you called for me? or i mean, tweeted for me. so i'm here," he said to her, his eyes focused on her own. his hand kept her steady, and he wondered how much she had to drink as he looked around at all the people mingling with each other at this party. "haha, you seem to be having a lot of fun over here... and with your phone." he put his hand over her own, trying to gently pry her phone away from her hands so she would quit drunk tweeting - his phone was going off again, after all. "i'll give it back to you when we get on the bus, okay? don't worry, i'm not checking anything," he said with his calm voice, and he was eying the small stack of empty solo cups that were near where she sat and wondering if that was all her doing - damn. "you feeling okay? not sick? do you need me to get water?" he had had his share of being the drunk one and equally enough times as being the one to take care of others, so this was cake. "come on, cammie. let me get you back to the bus, okay?" tati as cammie. 2231 words LOL. coding reuser woo PS I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS aka SORRY THIS IS UNNECESSARILY LONG BUT LOOK AT HIM.

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[cameron delaney greene]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f5c092; width: 380 px; height: 300 px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;] drowning in drunk sincerity, a sad and lonely girl if there was one thing that cammie would never understand, it was boys. for the past month she had been denying anton's every advance, every flirtatious comment, everything. it wasn't like she was trying to play a game, she wasn't one to play cat and mouse nor did she have any respect for the girls that did. she legitimately was confused and terrified, wondering what on earth was in the water that made anton absolutely crazy about her. he couldn't possibly know that much about her, not as much as she knew about him. that sounded absolutely creepy, but she was good at doing her research and had been keeping an eye on him, trying to figure out what his game was. the guitarist could probably get any girl that he wanted on this tour, with those big baby blue eyes and voice of an angel - however, he didn't seem to care. he continued to pursue her, and the more he did the more her resistance wore down. while she prided herself on being stubborn and unmoving in all of her convictions, it was getting quite exhausting having to tell him time and time again that she would never fall in love with him, let alone even take him up on his offer to go on a date. she was not going to turn into one of those girls, and she hated herself every time she smiled when she heard his name, or how any mention of eyes or eyebrows or honestly any physical feature in general made him pop into her head. it was almost as if he was haunting her, and the more she tried to avoid him, the more he was there. she was beginning to think that the universe was conspiring against her, that god was punishing her for some unknown reason. was this because she hadn't been to church in almost five years? whatever the reason was, she was getting more and more frustrated. it had only been two days since this bet had started, and although she told herself over and over again that there would be no way in hell that she would lose, there was this nagging feeling that she had already lost. she'd never admit this out loud though, not to anyone, not even riley, and especially not anton. despite her professional attitude, she found herself craving a drink to ease her mind. it wasn't like she had been to any parties since she left home, one drink couldn't hurt, right? well, one drink turned into four, and when riley tried to get her to leave the beer garden, she flipped. while cammie was usually a pretty calm person - her temper rarely got the best of her, and she never had to raise her voice - she had learned at a young age that alcohol made her a little crazy, and thus usually kept her visits to the bar short and sweet. however today she wanted to cut loose, to finally relax after a few weeks of constant stress and anxiety about absolutely everything in her life right now. she probably should have warned riley that she was notorious for getting out of hand back home, but it slipped her mind until it was too late. and being such a small girl who rarely drank, her tolerance was definitely not as high as most of these tour veterans that surrounded her, who could drink their eighth beer without feeling a thing. she was already feeling a little wobbly, and in her drunken state thought it would be the best idea to pull out her phone, to check the twitter updates that were currently blowing up her phone. she had learned on day one that having down over dover's tweets sent to her texts was a good idea, as she could always tell where they were and didn't have to nag them about their current locations. besides, it gave her an excuse to bring down anton at any possible moment, which she had to admit she had been doing lots of as of late. for someone who could barely see straight she was surprisingly good at punctuating and capitalizing while intoxicated, although for someone who spent so much time on her phone, it was probably because she had every outline of her keypad memorized - hell, she had texted in her sleep before, anything was possible. for some reason she felt the need to tell the world once more that she wasn't interested in anton, that she didn't find him charming and that his huge eyebrows had the tendancy to creep her out, although these were all things that she would never say over twitter if she were sober. she was already being followed by at least a few hundred down over dover fans, and after a few hate tweets in her direction she had to stop checking her at replies, knowing that they would only upset her. even if she had a nasty side when it came to the fan girls that constantly came up to griffin, anton, and spencer, she would never go out of her way to victimize any of them, and some of the things that were said about her made her want to puke. fuck, she didn't even want to be on this tour, let alone be the apple of anton thompson's eye - didn't everyone see that? it killed her that no one believed her when she said she had no feelings for him, and thus the tweet rampage began. even when riley tried to take cammie's phone away, she simply ducked and continued to express her feelings, not feeling a second of remorse for the people who's dashes would be blown up in just a few minute's time. within minutes, anton was replying to her tweets, threatening to come over to stop her from making a fool of herself. she laughed it off, ignoring the stares and interested looks that she was getting from people around her - honestly, it was like none of them had ever drunkenly texted before. cammie tucked her blackberry back into her pocket, a smug smile creeping across her face - why was a part of her happy that anton was coming over to the beer garden? she could tell riley was getting fed up, as now cammie went from the babysitter to the one needing babysat, the blonde swaying in her seat, threatening to fall off and onto the soft grass below. she snapped her fingers as best she could, signalling that she wanted another drink - hell, if her entire band could get trashed every night with no consequences, why couldn't she? she downed the beer way faster than the first few, her buzz reaching the highest it had been in years. cammie had never been one to get drunk just to get drunk, it was usually a social thing between co-workers or friends, but seeing as riley wasn't drinking, she'd have to drink enough for the two of them. she was too consumed with her phone to notice anyone else around her, repeatedly checking her at replies to see if anton would respond. she wanted him to come see her so she could tell him to his face that she wasn't interested, and maybe even think of a few more reasons as to why the two could never be together. this wasn't some kind of star-crossed lover's tale, she wasn't naive enough for that. cammie was a realist, someone who didn't necessarily believe in love and definitely didn't think that a rockstar like anton could ever keep his interest in her for more than a few weeks. even the parts of her that wanted to give him a chance were screaming all sorts of reasons as to why any relationship would fail. besides, what would happen when tour was over and she went back to new york, to continue with the perfect life that she had been building since graduation? six years was a lot of time to put into a dream, just as much time as anton had put into the band, and she didn't want to let all of that go for what would no doubt be a tour fling. besides, anton had the entire world to choose from - surely he'd meet someone in the next five days to keep him occupied, at least long enough for cammie to snap out of whatever had gotten into her tonight and win this stupid bet. she continued to humiliate herself via twitterberry, and was staring so hard at her screen that she didn't even see anton walk up, let alone see him wave riley away. she felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped, although with her slowed reflexes it probably looked more like a spasm, and she dropped her phone in her lap as she looked up to see who had touched her. "oh, it's you." she stated slowly, trying not to slur her words. it was already pretty apparent that she was trashed, but she wanted to regain every possible ounce of dignity she had left. she grabbed her phone and lifted it to her chest, clinging onto it tightly, knowing that he would try to steal it at any moment. her hands were a little sweaty, as drinking always made her warm, and the pink plastic phone cover stuck to her palm. "you're a jerk." she mumbled as he pried it out of her fingers, which was to be expected as he was obviously stronger than she was - he should be, as he stood a foot taller than her on a good day. "you betterrrr not read my text messages, you're already creepy enough." her words started to slur, as the fifth and final beer started to hit her like a wall. cammie swatted his hand away, convinced that she was sober enough to handle herself without any assistance. she rose from her seat, holding her arms up to brace her as she took her first steps since starting this drinking charade two hours ago. she wobbled forwards, giggling at herself as she attempted to walk into a straight line, touching her index fingers to her nose as best she could. "look, i'm fine. you can leave now, i can make it back alllllll on my own." she laughed once more, as her knees threatened to buckle underneath her. cammie took a step backwards, her right hand bracing itself on the closest thing it could find - anton. her hand clutched his shoulder, fingers squeezing softly to keep some sort of balance. "i guess you could help me back." she stated, again a girly giggle accompanying the end of her statement. while most girls she knew turned into sluts while under the influence, cammie seemed to turn into a comedian. she thought everything was funny, and definitely thought that everything that came out of her mouth was comedy central material. when she woke up and re-read her tweets in the morning, she'd regret each and every one of them... but she'd definitely laugh and give herself a little credit for being so clever while buzzed out of her mind. the blond moved her hand from his shoulder, slipping her elbow around his, linking her body to his. he was tall enough and sturdy enough to keep her steady as she attempted to walk in the direction of the bus, although at this point she couldn't remember where exactly it was parked... "where do we live again?" she asked loudly, walking as slowly as possible towards the opening of the beer tent. as she got closer to fresh air she started to sober slightly, although at this point she really just needed to sleep it off, and pray that she wouldn't wake up with a killer hangover in the morning. "no really..... i forgot. use your eyebrows for navigation, joe jonas." she suggested, lifting her free hand to his face, poking him in the cheek - hey, she was aiming for the caterpillars resting above his eyes, but at least she didn't blind him. cam giggled again and continued her trek towards the parking lot that held the tour buses, although with each step her legs felt more and more like jello, and she wished she had the common sense to get drunk on her own tour bus so that she didn't have to deal with the adventure back to it. all of a sudden she decided she was done, and unlinked her arm from his, throwing herself onto the nearest patch of grass. "i just wanna sit, eyebrow boy." she mumbled, one of her hands resting on her stomach, wondering how on earth those beers were still inside of her. it was both a blessing and a curse, but she had never puked from drinking too much - which honestly could have probably saved her from a hangover or two. cammie looked up at anton, eyes squinting. "why do you even like me? i don't get it." she asked, a sudden burst of curiosity overtaking her. it was one of those questions that had been on her brain all day, well honestly, all tour, but beer was liquid truth and now the real questions would start pouring out. sup steph, this is lol 2218 words, canton 4eva

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[ANTON DAVIS THOMPSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 455px; text-align: justify; background-color: e2eaee; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; color: #404040] maybe i'm just thinking too hard. "yeah, it is me," he said with a small laugh, moving his hand to her back and rubbing it gently in a reassuring way. "you look like you had a bit too much fun." anton wouldn't lie, he was a little bit dumbfounded at the way that all of this was happening. it was as if he was taken out of reality and thrown straight into a different universe. he hadn't really ever thought of cammie as a drinker from the way she carried herself and how her personality was in general, and he had thought she would have known better than to give him some sort of advantage over her. he couldn't lie about how that was one of the thoughts in his head - if she really wanted to resist anything that had to do with him, she would have stopped herself after one or two drinks. but at the same time, he knew from experience how one could turn into five and six very quickly. after all, his best friends were griffin and spencer. "hey, i'm not a jerk. you're just drunk." there was some sort of weird pleasure in saying that to her, cause for once anton was actually doing something human and good in cammie's eyes... or he hoped she would see it that way, since she pretty much thought that everything he did was terrible. while he watched riley's silhouette fade into the groups of people amidst the parking lot's capacity, anton laughed a little bit more to keep the mood lighter as he continued to attempt to pry the blackberry out of cammie's fingers. he understood why she was paranoid about him reading her messages - after all, he was the same way. plus it was kind of weird to actually be taking away her number one tool and posession. he remembered how firm her grip was when she shook his hand the first day he met her at the office as he continued to spend the next few minutes still trying to pry her fingers open. it wasn't that he wasn't strong enough to do the job, it was just that he didn't want to mistakenly freak her out for hurting her hand. he knew how crazy and irrational girls could get sometimes when dealing with a guy - he dated sosie for a while, it was enough practice since she was as hard of a partier than her brother. and for a drunk girl, cammie still had a good grip on her phone. finally succeding when cammie's fingers gave a little in a quick moment of weakness, anton held her phone and put her hands against her lap, keeping them down to prevent her from reaching back and grabbing the blackberry out of his hand when he wasn't paying attention."hey, shush. don't worry, i promise. i'm not going to read anything, cammie. look, i'm just going to tweet that i have your phone if anyone needs to reach you." he showed her his tweet, even though she probably could care less about that as she was more than intoxicated to read properly. "and look, i'm turning it off right now, see?" he held it up and let her watch the screen fade to black, and after another few moments he cautiously placed it in the other pocket of his jeans, ignoring how she called him creepy and keeping a poker face. honestly? oh well, they always said that the more a person of the opposite showed their disdain for you the more they actually liked you... or however the cliche playground saying went in adult form. he was caught off guard when suddenly cammie stood up from where she was sitting, and anton quickly rose to his feet as well, just in case she needed some support. which, no doubt judging from the amount of cups were sitting on the pavement, she definitely would be needing. but he couldn't judge, it was hard for him to really tell whether or not she was exaggerating the whole thing. no, she definitely was THAT trashed, he could now tell it in her eyes as she looked back at him. again, it was experience that told him such things of the opposite kind, but maybe it was also because he was thinking about all the weird things she tweeted about him. it was always actions on purpose versus actions that you were going through with just because you could. he would have thought that riley would have taken her phone away sooner, but he was weirdly satisfied that those tweets now existed on the internet for everyone to see. at least it proved that he was on her mind, and that was better than not at all. he watched her attempt to perform the classic tasks that would prove whether or not she was drunk, and he sighed and shook his head, watching her legs starting to wobble as she began to walk away from him. even as she giggled he felt his stomach flutter a little bit - she had a nice laugh, and she was strangely pretty even right at this unfortunate moment. "pshh, you're not fine," he said gently, a little bit worried for her and for himself. he didn't know whether or not she used to be a party girl back in new york or in college, but he did know that the fact that she had a petite stature made her tolerance for alcohol even lower than the average person. yeah, he paid attention in health class. he was snapped out of his thoughts as suddenly cammie's hand gripped his arm very tightly and felt for his shoulder, and seconds later he was leaning more towards cammie, being pulled by her and by gravity. it was kind of hard to lean at that angle, being how tall he was compared to her. anton ran his free hand through his hair, ruffling it nervously as he looked at her. there was that giggle again coming from her lips, and anton felt his face starting to get red in both the heat of how the moment made him feel and the temperature of the muggy summer air. "haha, well. at least you realized that clearly you can't make it back on your own. besides, i had every intention of escorting you and assisting you back to your bunk on the bus. you sure you can really walk, cause i can carry you if you wanted." she definitely wouldn't choose that option but it was worth the attempt and for the effect of the charm. he smiled a little bit, feeling her hand moving down his arm from his shoulder and gradually down to his elbow til she linked arms with him. "alright, come on now, giggles. let's get you back so you can lie down." at least she was a happy drunk, and that she was laughing rather than drunk hiccuping. lucky her. they moved along the pavement, the heel of his shoes making noise against the gravel while her flats made quieter noise as they walked together past lamp posts, people, and other rows of buses. anton gently tugged her in the opposite direction at the sight of the beer tent and the other areas that were designated to dispense alcohol to those who were legal to drink it. "we live on a bus for about another month," he stated, feeling as he was talking to a five year old. the power of alcohol always amazed him, how it could reduce everyone who consumed it to a stupider state than normal if you had let yourself fall to the temptation of it. there it was, another dig at his eyebrows, and he somehow managed to smile through it another time. it wasn't that he was offended at all of those things, because he wasn't all that serious of a guy. he did find them funny and was amused at how creative some people got, but it was that he was kind of getting tired of it like a broken record that kept repeating itself. "really, cammie, my eyebrows are leading the way, obviously. we're so close, we live over there," he said, inserting another small laugh in between his sentences as he pointed in the direction ahead, as he could actually start to see their bus already the more they moved. he smiled a little more as she poked at his cheek, closing his eyes at the touch of her fingertip against his skin. "funny... so does you calling me joe jonas and always talking about him mean that you have a secret infatuation or obsession with the jonas brothers? i can't imagine any real reasons other than a liking to them that would make you even know which of the three i'd look the most like." he didn't expect her to answer, he was just playing anyway. suddenly she unlinked her arm from his and now cammie was on the grass, sitting in a huff as if she were just put in time out. anton sighed, looking down at her in her position as she told him she wanted to sit, and he frowned a little bit as she looked back up at him, asking why he liked her. he shrugged but didn't do it to avoid the question, and he stuffed his hands into the back pocket of his jeans for a second while he stood in front of her again. "i just do. you know, when you just know you like a person? that's what it's like," he said truthfully. his heart felt a little bit heavy that the bet was going to expire rather soon, being halfway through a week as he had promised, and he slightly regretted the decision to keep the time constraint so small. he had a feeling she would really leave, though his gut might have told him otherwise. "i like you because you're not afraid of what other people think of you, and because you can put up with me even at my worst. or what you think is my worst. but i'm hoping that in a few days, if you haven't realized it already, you'll see i'm not so bad." he looked at her, his blue eyes conveying a feeling of a smile as he looked at her. "but i guess that's all you really need to know? i can't tell you much more, since that's kind of cheating in terms of our bet if i confess how i may or may not feel about you. we can talk about it later, when we get back to the bus." he left it as ambiguous as he possibly could, hoping some of those words could encourage her to get up so that they could at least get to their destination - it was like a bribing factor in his opinion. anton held his hand out for cammie to take any time soon, still looking at her and not breaking contact. he wanted to show her that he could take care of her, maybe change her mind about what kind of guy he was. he knew that his twitter and ninety percent of things he said, did, and was forced to do with and by his friends only racked up some negative points in her book. once she took his hand, he pulled her up gently to stand again. he guided cammie forward, his arm no longer linked to her but now placed around her shoulders to keep her close to him and aid her in her balance. it was more effective plus comfortable that way, being that he noticed that cammie had a tendency for swaying in the opposite direction than she stood or was headed for. "look, almost there." they made it to the bus and he paused in front of the stairs going up, taking her hand now and holding it as he helped her step properly on each step up. "seriously, you should have let me carry you," he said, leading her down the aisle of the lounge towards the back part of the bus where all the bunks were and grabbing a bottle of water from the multipack on one of the counter surfaces. he gently helped her ease into the bunk space that was hers, and he cracked open the bottle of water that he had grabbed for her, holding it out for her with one hand and keeping the cap in his other as he looked around. didn't seem like anyone was even here, despite the fact that he recalled seeing riley tweet earlier if she could come sleep in griffin's bunk. he leaned his body against the wall panelling of the bunks, eyes on cammie before he shook his head and laughed very quietly. "your giggling is like, contagious. and you know, you're actually quite lively and fun when you're not being miss manager. but, are you okay?" he asked, his fingers brushing all of her blonde hair back and away from her eyes as he watched her move to get comfortable. there was that concern and sincerity that was in his voice as he spoke, and anton put his hand in his pocket again, taking out her blackberry and placing it next to her as he had promised. "if there's anything you want right now, like a cup for the water or another pillow or like, if you need to puke at all, let me know." tati as cammie. 2253 words LOL what am i doing. such a good boyfriend.

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