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[GreenGentleman]

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Brendon moved with Cameron, standing protectively in front of his friend, acting as a barrier between him and the uncle that was still shouting at them. The hair on his arms stood up, but he never made a move towards the uncle. Actually, he was rather frightened, stuck between wanting to help Cameron and wanting to flee- or hit the man that had hurt his Cammy. When the smaller boy pulled him away he didn't protest, keeping his eyes still on the man until they were out of the house and he was right there hurrying along with Cameron. He got on the bike quickly, wanting to get back to his place where he could take care of his cuts.

[Mr Fox.]

[im on mobile at a Taco Bell sooooo]

Cameron took the helmet and put it on quickly befor he hopped on the back of the bike, wrapping his unbleding arm around brendons waist tightly

[GreenGentleman]

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He felt Cameron hold on, and after a moment he took his hand and gave what he hoped was a comforting squeeze before letting go and speeding off. They arrived at his house quickly, and he tried to help Cameron off the bike if he would let him. He wanted to pick the other boy up, but didn't know if he would let him.

[Mr Fox.]

Cameron Vince

Cameron slowly got off the bike, taking off the helmet. " Brendon, I'm fine. I've gotten alot worse that that before so in comparison this is nothing. Its just a few scratches bruises." He said not mentioning the fact that is hurt quite a bit to breathe.

[GreenGentleman]

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Brendon sighed, trying not to be too frustrated with Cameron. Sure, the other boy was 'used' to this- which wasn't comforting -, but Brendon wasn't! And Cam had to know how much he cared about him. "Please let me help?" He asked, opening the front door.

[Mr Fox.]

Cameron Vince

Cameron sighed and walked slowly in to the house. " I don't understand what you really mean by help. All that I really need is some bandages for my arm and I should be fine... Brendon you really should know by now that there are many things that you don't know about me." he mumbled andwent to the bathroom in the search of bandages.

[mikko;]

fletcher logan ivan chase
fletcher shrugged, shuffling closer to jayden slightly. he stared at the floor and put his legs to his side - not all the way, but a little bit to make himself more comfortable. "not something old or has a song every minute or so, though. they're my only specifications," fletcher answered quietly, unintentionally making it harder than needs be for jayden. "are all the windows shut, by the way? if they are, then god help us." fletcher had, surprisingly, extreme mottephobia, or the fear of moths. he hated them; big or small. open windows just meant they could come in and start making fletcher squeal like a two year old and hide under a large blanket, paranoid as heck.

JAYDEN CRISTOVE

Jayden gave a sheepish smile. “I, uh, knew I had forgotten something...” He said softly, turning around on the couch and lifting the blinds. Pulling down the window and locking it, he let out a small sigh of relief.

{Gonna repost this, ‘cos its been a couple pages.}