Baby Chameleon of Apologies - tags Cameron

Honestly, Cam hadn’t done much with himself after parking his bike in the back of his beat up truck (it was the best place for hiding something valuable). He decided to take a quick shower and once that was done, all he could do was think. Maybe he was over thinking things. His dorm was unnervingly quiet, and wished that either Callie or Noam were around so he could have a distraction.

Idle hands were not good, as Cam would soon find out. The little light in the dorm’s microwave gave a little pop, making the blonde snap out of his thoughts of Chester.

“Shit shit shit!” He said, jumping over the couch and to the microwave, where a little fire had started. He flapped at it with his sleeve. Good thing he had decided to put on a sweater. It was a bit big on him, but now he was glad he had something to put the fire out with. It also helped that he unplugged the thing.

A hand went to his face as he made his way back to the communal couch, but then there was a knock at the door. Cam rolled his eyes. He didn’t want company, he didn’t want to see...

“Chesty!” Yes Cam had already opened the door. “You know you can just come in when...” His eyes had travelled to the floor. “Oh my god, what is that?!” He asked, lighting up an awful lot as he glanced back up to Chest.

Hopefully it was just a very bad dream. That’s what Cam told himself as he tried pushing the evil thoughts away.

Cam placed his hands just under Chester’s as the box was passed over to him. Realization struck him and he kicked the door open for the both of them. “Chester,” Cam started to say, but then he turned speechless. Huh, that was funny. Didn’t he always having something to say?

Putting the box on the floor in the middle of the living area, Cam sat in front of it and pressed his ear against it. “Is it what I think it is?” He asked, sticking his tongue out a bit to concentrate. Then, without further hesitation, he ripped the wrapping paper to shreds, smiling the whole time.

Upon seeing the contents, it was decided that he really and truly loved Chester.

“Crazy Eyes!” Cameron said, leaning forward to get a better look at the paralyzed chameleon. He was still pretty cute. Next he found a couple books and a heating lamp. “Aw, he’s the best,” Cam said, looking around the room to find Chester wherever he may be.

Cameron stood up, lamp in hand, and practically tackle hugged Chester. “Thanks Chesty,” he said, making sure not to linger as he turned on the spot and surveyed the room. “Come help me set him up in my room.” Cam was definitely excited.

Cameron set the container by the window on top of his dresser, shoving off everything else that had been on it to the floor. It was mostly just a bunch of papers anyways, he could clean it up later. Maybe.

Sitting on his bed, he began riffling through one of the books. "Yeah okay, mhm," he said, unraveling the lamp cord as he read simultaneously. He hopped off the bed again and made sure the hear lamp was exactly a foot and a half away from the cage. Crazy Eyes was waddling around, his pincer paws grasping at the wood chippings beneath him.

"So uh," he said, turning to look at Chester, "am I supposed to catch my own crickets?" It's what chameleons ate apparently. Cam was trying to not be so excited, but he couldn't help it. He was avoiding eye contact with Chester now though. They were in his room, Cam had feelings for the boy. It was better just to be completely interested in the chameleon book as he sat at the edge of his bed.

Cam smirked, still not looking at Chester. “Well unless he go hunting for them now, I’ll have to get some soon, otherwise he’ll starve.” Yes his chameleon was a boy, he just knew.

Usually they hung out at Chester’s place, so the ginger being in the dorms just made the realization and temptation that much stronger. It wasn’t fair. It’s not like Chester was doing this on purpose. Some of the cad’s paranoia was beginning to rub off on Cam.

“Ye-ep,” Cam said, flipping to the next page which he wasn’t reading. Was this their first awkward silence? Oh no, this was not happening. “How much did he cost ya?” He asked. Tick tock.

Cam gave a small smile. "It's okay, we should just go get it now," he offered, "you know, unless they're closed. I can just go back tomorrow." Anything to spend more time with him.

"Fine," he said, knowing he wouldn't get an inch from Chester. Cameron stood up again, abandoning the book on his bed as he neared the cage. Opening it slowy, Cam reached into the cage, scooping up the little critter in his hand. "Hello little one," he said, holding the baby by its tail like the book had instructed.

He walked back to Chester, Crazy Eyes looking in every direction. "Yeah, how could I say no to you?" He asked, trying make light of something that was really affecting him. The microwave was a testament to that. Cam put the baby chameleon on Chester's shoulder, still holding him by the tail. Crazy Eyes was totally content, and seemed to be giving Chester 'the look'.

"Well he could be hungry now," Cam said persuasively. "I mean, he could be starving to death." Yes he had just put his bike away, but he'd rather go get food now, than let his new pet die on the first night.

If anyone told Cam Chester was an asshole, the blonde would never believe them. Not when his heart was about to leap out of his chest. "I just over reacted," he said, totally smitten. Cam lingered a moment before realizing what was going on. No, he couldn't just lean in and kiss Chester. Well, maybe...

"So lets go!" He said without further adieu, looking towards his door. "Oh wait, should probly leave 'im here," he spun on his heel and headed back to Crazy Eyes' cage, setting him down with the lid just right. "Okay, now we can go," he said, linking an arm through Chester's and parading them to the door.

He had to stop thinking around Chester.

Cameron made a mental note of jumping on, tackling, and all around performing more tomfoolery around Chester. You know, just to keep up appearances.

If they didn't talk about it anymore, things were back to normal.

"Working on it," Cam said, jumping into the cab of his truck, and rolling his bike off of it onto the ground. Good thing the bike wasn't too heavy. Any farther of a distance though and Cam might have to find out just what his muscles were made of.

Passing the proverbial blue helmet to Chester, Cam started up the bike and waited. "And day fatass," he said, raising his eyebrows at Chester as his own helmet went into place.