. 37-40
Romance Story

. 37-40

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Chapter 37

[vibe track: never be like you - flume]

Cameron was still crying. She didn't think she'd ever run out of tears. It'd been hours. Hours since she'd ruined the last good thing she hadn't ruined yet.

Shuddering in the corner, she was somehow cold in the stuffy apartment. Her room had never felt emptier. She didn't know where everyone went. No party. No shitty roommates. No -- no Kendra.

Alone.

The photo on her phone taunted her again, drawing her eyes down for the millionth time. They'd been sitting right here, practically in the very same spot -- not even two weeks ago. She scrolled from one to the other.

She still wasn't sure which one she liked more, which one brought on more tears. Was it the one where they hadn't known Kendra was there, just the two of them quietly being with one another? Or was it the joy in her eyes behind the middle finger she was flashing to the camera?

The tears were inconclusive. They just kept coming. Cameron wasn't sure she'd ever been happier than at that moment. Or at least, that she'd ever felt so at peace. And that was probably better than happiness, anyway. Wasn't it?

A soft knock at the door snapped her attention up.

Kendra.

Cameron felt another sob in her throat and tried to choke it down. She wanted to run to her friend, to fall into her arms like she always could, and tell her how badly she'd fucked up.

But she'd already fucked things up with Kendra so bad that she couldn't.

The sob escaped. It only made Cameron angrier and more ashamed.

She just

had

to fucking pick RIGHT FUCKING NOW to walk in.

"Are you okay?" Kendra said quietly. There was only concern in her eyes. Maybe a little bit of pity.

Cameron exploded. "THE FUCK DO YOU CARE!" she spat out, spraying tears and snot that she hadn't bothered to wipe away. "I GOTTA FUCKING LEARN HOW TO DO THIS WITHOUT YOU ANYWAY. BETTER TO JUST FUCKING START NOW."

A part of her was just relieved there was something else she could focus her frustration onto.

But Kendra didn't react how Cameron had expected. Instead, she took a step into the room, her eyes blazing just like Henry's had.

"You know what?

Fuck

you, Cam," she scolded.

Cameron was shocked...again. Kendra had never said something like that to her before -- not meaning it, anyway. She'd been mad at her plenty but...never like this.

I'm fucking 2-for-2 today. There's literally no one's patience I can't wear out. Fucking bring it on, bitch. Go ahead.

Kendra kept getting closer, and Cameron felt her lips narrowing, her adrenaline starting to charge through her.

"You just keep pushing and pushing and

pushing

and

PUSHING

, don't you," Kendra said, like she'd been saving this up for a while. "That's just what you do, ain't it? 'Til you finally fucking push

everybody

away from you."

She was almost to Cameron now, then quickly closed the distance in a lunge, grabbing Cameron's hands and yanking her to her feet.

"Well you know what? Go ahead, Cam! Fucking

push

me! Try it!" She jammed Cameron's hands to her chest. Her eyes were goading. "PUSH ME AWAY CAMERON!" Kendra screamed into her face. "I FUCKING DARE YOU TO FUCKING

TRY

! BECAUSE YOU JUST KEEP TRYIN' IT, DON'T YOU!"

Cameron couldn't take it anymore. She shoved Kendra with all her strength, grunting with the effort, and Kendra toppled over, falling to the carpet. Cameron seethed, but Kendra barely hit the floor before she sprang back up -- stepping right back where she'd been, an inch from Cameron's face, pressing her chest into Cameron's.

"Keep fuckin' doin' it, Cameron!" she taunted. "You just fuckin'

love

it, don't you? Go a-fucking-ahead, bitch. Fucking

push

me!"

Kendra kept moving forward, boxing Cameron into the corner. Tears were still running down her face as she tried to figure out what the fuck her friend was doing. Kendra just kept

yelling

at her, then gave Cameron a little nudge in the shoulder.

That was enough. Cameron heaved her body into another shove, screaming out in frustration while she rammed into her target.

Kendra staggered back, but she didn't fall this time. That meant she was back in Cameron's face even faster, even closer.

Cameron tried to fight her off, but Kendra grabbed her wrists, pulling them against her chest, daring her to continue the game.

She didn't want to. She just wanted to get away. Kendra wouldn't let her do that either, gripping her arms tightly.

All Cameron could do was cower, sobbing harder.

"Leave me

alone

!" She heard herself whimper out the words as she shrank into the corner, finally pulling free and collapsing to the floor. "Goddammit, Kendra,

please

! Just

go

!"

She felt Kendra fall to the floor in front of her, but Cameron didn't want to look, burying her head under her arms -- the only place left she could hide. Through the shuddering convulsions of her body, she could still hear her pitiful begging for Kendra to leave her alone, as if from a far-off place.

Gradually, the voice got closer, until she felt arms around her -- Kendra's arms -- pulling her in. Cameron tried to push back, only managing to put her hands between them, her limp fists trapped against Kendra's chest.

"When are you gonna fucking realize you

can't

fucking push me away Cameron," she said, giving Cameron's whole body a shake. "You hear me? You can't fuckin' do it. You push me as hard as you want. You can't fuckin' do it."

Finally, Cameron surrendered, pressing her face into her best friend's chest and unleashing another cascade from her eyes as she inhaled the familiar, comforting scent.

Kendra was dressed like she'd picked out her outfit the night before. Her hair was straight today, a long sheet behind her. She hadn't collapsed without Cameron. She always kept everything together.

Even me.

Kendra cradled her sobbing friend, and Cameron finally latched on, wrapping her arms around Kendra in turn.

"Don't matter what you say, don't matter what you do, you fuckin' idiot," Kendra said. "Can't do it."

As Kendra released her, Cameron snorted and sniffed back as much as she could. Kendra's eyes were glassy behind her own undropped tears.

"This?" Kendra thrust her wrist next to Cameron's, shifting to sit next to her against the wall. "This is un

-fucking-

breakable. You're my

sister

. You hear me, Cameron?"

She gently turned Cameron's head to face her. "Always. No matter how much you try to fuck it up. I promise you." She smiled, and a tear finally dropped from her eyes. "Even from Sacramento."

Cameron sniffed again, not even trying to stanch the torrent that hadn't stopped for hours. "Yeah. I hear you," she said weakly. "And y-you're right. I know you're right."

She clung to her friend and leaned on Kendra one more time, who held her by her side, Cameron's head tucked against her chin.

"That's what's so frustratin' about you, Cam," Kendra said quietly. "You know what you do wrong, and you say, 'Oh, I wanna be better.' And you are -- for a while." She took her head away from Cameron's so she could make eye contact. "But you ain't never come knockin' on my door, have you? Not even once. Never. Because that ain't what you do. That'd be too much for you, to actually just go

ask

your best fucking friend for help.

"You just leave your door open and hope somebody walks in."

Cameron felt a new shame added to everything else now as she stared up at her friend.

"And that's okay!" Kendra backtracked. "I want to! That's you, and I love you."

Cameron rested her head against Kendra again, letting fresh tears fall while Kendra stroked her hair. "I know," Cameron said quietly.

Kendra sighed. "So what'd you do this time, babygirl."

"I...I said shit I can't repeat." Cameron shook her head slowly, her voice still quavering. "Wouldn't be fair to him. But...they're things I can't take back, and he...shouldn't forgive me for.

"I fucking ruined it, Kendra."

Another burst of shudders rattled through Cameron's body. Kendra nodded and sighed, resting her head back against the wall while she held Cameron close.

I didn't even have to say who. It's like she's not even surprised I fucked things up with Henry. And why should she be?

"Lemme run somethin' by you, Cam," Kendra said calmly, her fingers still raking gently through Cameron's hair. Cameron didn't look up. "Your mom put off seein' you her whole life. And by the time she decided to see you for real, it was too late. Couldn't be undone."

Cameron looked up now, not sure where this was going.

"She fucked up too bad," Kendra continued, "and she never got the chance to do

shit

about it, did she?" She looked down to Cameron now.

Cameron sputtered. "I...I waited too long to--"

"Girl, you know how I feel about that," Kendra interrupted dismissively. "Blame yourself if you want to, but your mama had your whole fuckin' life to make things right, didn't she? She fucking died alone because she never even

tried

to make things right with you, not really. She never came to you and said what you needed to hear -- not for herself, but for

you

. Instead, she waited 'til it was too late for

both

of you."

Kendra tapped Cameron on the chin, locking on her gaze. "You ever think your mom was just, ashamed as fuck? Didn't wanna see you because

she

was scared to see how

you'd

look at

her

?"

Cameron was about to respond...but stopped herself. No, she hadn't really considered that. But...

...if I had done what my mom did to me -- which, I never fucking would -- I'd...I'd probably just...cry in this room and...never do anything about it. Not until I was...in a hospital bed....

"You wanna keep doin' the same shit over and over? Fine," Kendra told her, making her sit up on her own. "You just stay in this room the rest of your life. But...you already had your hospital bed moment, didn't you."

Kendra reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, what looked like a receipt. Cameron recognized it instantly. It

was

a receipt. But on the back of it....

It was the list of regrets she'd written out that night before she'd taken too many pills with too much tequila.

A fresh round of shame brought a fresh round of tears. She looked away.

She hadn't meant for the list of things she wished she'd done differently -- the list of people she wished she'd treated better -- to be...what it must've looked like to Kendra when she'd found it.

"So...how's that goin' for you, huh?" Kendra said. She didn't even need to say anything about what was on the paper. Showing Cameron she had it was enough.

Cameron's cheeks burned. She couldn't make eye contact. Everything Kendra was saying was right.

She tried to wipe away some tears, but they were immediately replaced. "I'm...I'm fucking everything up, Kendra. Again and again. I don't...I don't

want

to." She knew her pleading was pathetic. It was all she could manage.

"I

know

you don't!" Kendra gave Cameron's shoulder a push, startling her into looking over. Her friend didn't look sympathetic, she looked...stern. "But you don't do nothin' about it! You just throw up your hands and go, 'Welp, I tried, and I fucked up, so that's just who I am I guess. Fuck it. Fuck everybody.' Well that ain't goin' so great, is it?"

"Goddammit, I

know

Kendra!" Cameron snapped. "You think I don't fucking hate myself enough right now already??"

"It ain't

about

that!"

"What the fuck do you want me to do then?" Cameron was earnestly begging now.

"Swallow your pride and face the fucking consequences!" Kendra seemed like she was begging, too. But for what, Cameron wasn't really sure. "You just say, 'Oh, I guess I fucked this up,' and then you add it to your little list of regrets, like there ain't nothin' you can do about it!"

Kendra wasn't done.

"You were gonna try to add

me

to the pile, too. You didn't even wanna

try

something like, you know,

fucking talking to me on the goddamn phone

when I move. Because that woulda meant you'd have to actually call me and say, 'Hey, Kendra, I need your help.' And we both know

that

wasn't gonna happen, was it?

"If I ain't here to see when you fallin' apart, then I guess we're just done, huh? That's what you were thinkin'?"

Cameron looked down in shame again. How much more of this was Kendra going to put her through? She knew she deserved every bit of it, but...right now she just was so....

"All because you can't just swallow your fucking pride to get what you want. And girl, if you can't do that once in a while, then you ain't never gonna get it from nobody but me."

Cameron nodded, covering her mess of a face with her hands. But she knew she couldn't hide from what Kendra was saying.

"Well? You gotta decide, Cam. You wanna keep comin' back here to this shitty little room and kickin' the shit outta yourself the rest of your life -- and then move on to the next thing that don't go perfect, and come right back here again?

"Or you wanna try somethin' different?"

Cameron let her hands slowly drop, wiping her nose, and looked up at Kendra. Of course she wanted something different.

It just...it just never fucking happens. Even when I really try.

"Huh?

Do

you?"

"He...he wouldn't even talk to me," Cameron said, her voice coming out as soft and weak as she felt. "He

shouldn't

even talk to me."

"Cam," Kendra sighed. "Ain't no promises in life. But I got three things to tell your thick ass, okay?" She knocked on Cameron's head to demonstrate her ass wasn't where she was thickest. Then she began ticking off the three things on her fingers. "First, not everything broken can be fixed, babygirl. But ain't nothin' ever got fixed without

tryin'

to fix it. You get me?"

Cameron nodded. She did. It was just--

"Number two, you really wanna 'be better' than how your mom treated you?"

Cameron nodded again. She really did. She just, wasn't sure she--

"Then maybe some things are worth doin' because they're worth doin' for somebody else, not because they're worth doin' for

you

."

Cameron lowered her head. Pretty much

everything

she did was about her. Even when she was determined to--

"Third," Kendra said, taking Cameron's face in her hands, forcing her to focus. Kendra's eyes were still tearing up, but they were kind -- imploring her friend to listen, to really

listen

. "Cameron, you underestimate how much people fucking

love

you. You think Sacramento's gonna stop me from being your best friend? You think that can stop us from being sisters?

"Fuck no. What's distance, huh? That ain't shit. Not when it comes to you and me."

She smiled at Cameron, but had more to say. "Now, I don't know teacher boy as good as I know you, but how 'bout you let

him

make the choice of how much he cares about you, instead of you doin' it for him, huh?"

Kendra pulled her into an embrace, hugging her tightly. Cameron closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around her friend. Her

sister

.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled between tears still slowly running down her face. "I'm so fucking sorry, Kendra. You're right. About everything. I'm gonna--" She stopped herself.

How many times am I gonna say I'm gonna be better? How many times until....

Kendra squeezed her tighter. "What'd I just say, huh? Ain't nobody ever got better without tryin' first," she whispered. "If you ain't there yet, don't mean you oughta stop. Gotta keep tryin', babygirl.

"As many times as it takes."

She'd wanted to believe that when Henry's sister had told her the same thing.

Cameron opened her eyes again, the unending stream of tears finally dried up.

Now, she

needed

to believe it.

~~~

Chapter 38

"Are you sure you don't want

any

of these?" Brooke was carefully sifting through the trash bag full of broken glass, plastic, and wood.

Into his pillow, Henry groaned in the affirmative. All those shattered memories would bring him now was pain.

"All right," his sister responded skeptically before she left the room, trash in hand.

He wasn't sure how long she was gone, but he realized she was back when she spoke to him from next to his nightstand.

"Oh what's this song, I kinda like it," she said, picking up his phone. He heard her gently sigh. "

Henry's Playlist

?" Brooke's fingers gently raked through his hair. "Oh, little brother."

He knew it was juvenile. She'd made him a playlist, to "update your musical taste." It was 36 tracks -- all songs that came out before 2000 mashed up with electronic dance music. Or something. He wasn't really sure what it was all called. He liked it, though. Or maybe he didn't. But it reminded him of her, and that was good enough. Or maybe bad enough. That distinction didn't matter to him anymore, either.

The bed depressed as his sister sat down next to him. She'd been here most of the afternoon and through the evening. Made him eat something. Fed Da Vinci. Spent a half hour on her hands and knees with a Dustbuster, doing her best to suck up all the broken shards left in the carpet.

Those fucking photo frames held double the bad memories -- the photos they contained, and the damage they'd eventually done just by continuing to exist. Well, they

had

, anyway. He should've smashed them, or at least gotten rid of them, a long time ago. Even if he knew damn well it wasn't the photos' fault.

Last night kept replaying on a loop in his head. He wished he could pause it and jump in -- and say all the things he wished he'd said but had been too...afraid? Stupid? Confused? He really

had

been ready to move on, to finally start this new phase of his life.

But when the moment came --

one about as on-the-fucking-nose as you can get

-- he'd frozen up. He wasn't sure why he hadn't just helped Cameron smash all the photos she wanted. He so desperately wanted to be the Henry she saw in him. And yet, he just...did what he always did.

Fucking nothing. Just stood there like a little fucking kid hoping someone would take care of it all for you.

"I know," Brooke told him as if he'd said something, accompanied by another sympathetic sigh. "You feel like talking about it yet?"

Henry turned to her. He was sure his eyes were still red. They still felt swollen, anyway, even if the tears had finally run out. She didn't look at him with pity, like he thought she might, or even with disgust, as

he

would've at the sight of himself.

His sister looked at him like he'd been hurt -- and needed help.

"I couldn't give her what she needed," he mumbled, monotone. "Again."

The

hers

were different, but there was one common denominator.

Me.

He knew she'd needed a distraction, needed some escape. That was how she was. She hadn't been trying to get off on his inner turmoil. It wasn't

about

him. Not this time. He

knew

that, in his mind.

But in his heart...

I was so afraid it was happening again. And that...that she'd....

Then he'd made it happen anyway.

And when she'd finally said...

those words

...to him on her way out the door...

Maybe she finally saw who I really am.

That thought just wouldn't budge from his brain. Unmovable since the moment she'd left.

He could almost feel that bottomless pit inside himself gloating, neglected for far too long.

Warm tears started up again.

Brooke leaned down and brushed his matted hair aside so she could kiss his forehead. "Are you sure it's over?" she said quietly. "You two--"

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