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Post by Camden Phillips on Feb 6, 2014 10:57:44 GMT -5
It was strange, being back in the world that he had run away from two years ago. It was strange because he wanted to be here now; this was where he had felt the most at home since his parents had kicked him out when he was eleven. Thinking about how badly he had screwed up, Camden felt incredibly guilty. His therapist had worked her hardest on that with him: his guilt. Camden had taken responsibility for his actions, but the guilt still managed to seep under his skin. In time, he hoped that that would change.
380 Sunset Drive was in front of him now.
Camden looked up at the residence, taking it in. In a few moments, he was about to see his best mate. Someone he had disappeared on and yet seemed pleased (and slightly annoyed and irked) that he was back. Isabella had been pressuring Camden to contact Kaycee, except he hadn't been ready yet. He liked hiding out in Ireland with his best friend's aunt, where only she knew. She had helped him when he had needed it - meeting with the muggle therapist and explaining everything. She could have got into a lot of trouble for that.
Pushing those thoughts from his mind, Camden stepped up to the door and knocked three times. This was it.
((OOC: not as great as i had hoped, but at least it's a start!))
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Post by Kaycee O'Malley on Feb 6, 2014 11:24:52 GMT -5
Kaycee was pacing back and forth in the two-meter-long space directly behind the door to the building which housed Lance's flat. The lower level belonged some workaholic middle-aged Muggles who seemed to not pay much attention to the people who lived on the upper level. Kayce's eyes briefly studied the sparsely-decorated, obsessively clean surroundings in the lower flat, before disregarding it completely and turning again as he reached the opposite wall in the corridor. He'd been behind the door since Brianna had left with Matteo five minutes ago. He'd ushered her out, then started his rather dizzying walks back and forth, waiting for his long lost best friend.
Camden had been missing for about a year and a half, pretty much since graduation, gone without a word or sign of where he'd gone. Kayce'd been too busy wallowing in his own misery, not wanting to drag his best friend down with him. He knew Camden needed his own time, probably confused as to what to do now that they'd graduated, and didn't try to think too much about how he'd so suddenly dropped off the grid. Kayce was slightly hurt that Cam had gone without a word, but in their last couple of months, they'd slowly been drifting apart, and Kayce knew that Cam needed his own time to sort out his own thoughts. He knew that he needed to be there for his friend during what must've been a confusing time for him, but Kayce was lost himself, in the same dilemmas but also in his own heartbreak, and he just knew it was his own fault that Cam left without saying anything. He should've been there, should've done more for his best friend...
Jumping out of skin when there were three knocks on the door, he didn't even look through the peephole. He flung it open and standing there was the very person who'd been occupying his thoughts. "Camden," he breathed. Without another word, he engulfed the man before him in a hug, his manliness be damned. He held on tight, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.
(( it's fine, lovely! ^^ ))
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Post by Camden Phillips on Feb 6, 2014 11:41:26 GMT -5
Camden wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but a hug was not one of them. To be honest, he had expected Kaycee to follow through with his threat of punching him in the face. And that was probably why he had winced slightly when he saw arms come at him. But instead of hitting him in the face, Kaycee embraced his old friend. Without any hesitation, Camden dropped his overnight bag and threw his arms around his best friend, hugging him just as tightly. A hug wasn't going to solve all of their problems, but it was a much better start than a punch. Camden couldn't be more grateful.
After what seemed like an appropriate length of time for a hug, Camden pulled back from Kaycee. He gave the other boy a lopsided smile. "Let's get inside before people think anything, yeah?" he joked lightly, glancing around the street. No one was about. Bending down, Camden grabbed his overnight bag and threw it over his shoulder. It was going to be a long day, but hopefully it would turn out for the best.
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Post by Kaycee O'Malley on Feb 6, 2014 12:00:53 GMT -5
Kayce heard a thud before Cam returned the hug. Kayce closed his eyes briefly, before pinpointing the sound to be Camden's overnight bag. It was good that he'd enlisted Brianna's help with cleaning that spare room - the blonde witch was not pleased with having to move to the smallest bedroom in the flat, but what could be done. Fact was, bros before hoes. He winced internally at his thoughts, knowing that the blonde was likely to slap him for that. But enough of her, he thought, concentrating back on the prodigal brother, returned from wherever he'd been.
Stepping away when Camden pulled back, Kayce grimaced at him before punching him - not so lightly - on the shoulder. "Bitch." There'd be more of that, depending on how Camden's story went.
Kayce's hand ran through his hair as he headed back to the house, before turning to see if Cam was following him. Hand still in hair, he paused behind the door to close it after his guest. After closing the door, he led the way up to the upper flat, his steps registering in the silent house by the rickety sounds the wooden stairs made. He checked to make sure Camden was still behind him, before heading for the living room of Lance's flat. Gesturing towards the mismatched couches and the old wooden table in the middle of the eclectic collection, Kayce asked, "Want something to drink?"
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Post by Camden Phillips on Feb 19, 2014 14:46:59 GMT -5
Camden had prepared himself for some sort of physical attack, so the punch to the shoulder didn't come as a surprise. It had hurt, but it could have been worse. Kaycee could have chosen to punch him in the face or the stomach or the groin. Camden considering himself lucky. His shoulder might bruise, but it was the least he deserved for disappearing on his best mate without a word.
"Yeah, yeah," Camden muttered, ducking his head in submission. He bent down to grab his overnight bag and threw it over his shoulder, stepping into the house after Kaycee. He followed the other boy up the creaky stairs until they reached the apartment. They entered the living room and Camden took a good look around. He noticed Kaycee indicating for him to sit, but he didn't just yet.
Camden shook his head. "Nah, I'm good," he said, now making his way to one of the couches. He dropped his bag and then collapsed and looked up at Kaycee. "Thanks, though. How've you been?"
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Post by Kaycee O'Malley on Feb 21, 2014 17:46:46 GMT -5
Kaycee he poured himself some whiskey, calling out, "No feet on the table. People get blasted around here for doing that." He'd been quite literally blasted the couple of times he'd dared to put his feet on the table, before his blonde maid grouched at him that as she was the one who cleaned the house, he'd follow her cleanliness rules. Blast her. He didn't need to tell Camden about McLaggen yet, the other boy might run if he realized that he would be sharing the flat with a depressing blonde who he may be uncomfortable living with. Hell, Kaycee himself was a bit uncomfortable sharing his flat with McLaggen at first. He really didn't want to scare Camden off, because he'd missed his best friend something terrible and he needed him around (not that he'd ever admit to that). He could always just tell Camden later, probably when Cam was already set up in the bedroom and Kaycee could cast some Sticking Charms to his best friend's things.
Kaycee figured he might need the alcohol for what was about to happen today. He added a couple of ice cubes before grabbing a coaster on his way to the couches. He placed the coaster on the wooden table before adding his glass on top of it. "The housekeeper is a bitch," he said as way of explanation for both the coaster and the warning about feet on the table. He waved that topic away. "I've been okay. How about you? I've not seen you in ages, man. Where've you been?"
The dark-haired boy was dying to ask more questions, but he suppressed it. He knew Camden would prefer to take his time about opening up on his previous activities. But Merlin, he had so many questions, he felt like he might burst with them all. He forced himself to calm down, eyes scrutinising Cam's face for the words that wouldn't be spoken. This was his best friend - he could read his face like an open book. At least, he used to be able to. He really hoped they could go back to being best friends and terrorising - well, not Hogwarts anymore, clearly - the magical community or Hogsmeade or just terrorising in general. Anything that they could do, the two of them, really.
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