Cameron Underwood

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Maggie was well and truly in a Sunday funk and she wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like she was often in a bad mood, in fact most people said that she was annoyingly positive with her constant cheery disposition but today she had that feeling of a kid on Sunday who hadn’t done their school work for the next day and she couldn’t quite figure out why. 

When she had headed out of the house she hadn’t really had a place in mind, she was just going to wonder till she found a place that looked like she could read and take in a little sun. Plop herself in her happy place as she would call it which would always be the pages of a book. Glancing up from her phone at the sound of a voice it took her a minute to realize the other was talking to her. “Me?” She still found herself asking though there was no one else around. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes you...” She said, looking around to the pretty bare surroundings. No one else around save for the boughie hottie and her grandad giving up their expensive ride to the valet down the way, “I’m sure as long as you want to. They’ve got killer just about everything. I wont talk your ear off, and we’ll sit close to the entrance so you can leave when I get up to go to the bathroom. After your third or fourth cocktail of course. I’ve gotta use this card. So get whatever you want. I mean it.” She told her teasingly, though seemed a pretty sweet deal regardless.

When Jimmy heard a voice calling to him, he turned and blinked at the stranger. Was she talking to him? Him? He looked behind him and then back to her as she asked if he wanted to sit and eat with her. Who was Jimmy to say no to a free dinner? Admittedly, it would probably look weird him sitting with another young woman but… 

“Sure, alright.” He agreed with a nod, sitting in the chair opposite her. “What’s this about?” They didn’t know each other. “I’m probably old enough to be your Dad.” 

Not that that’s stopped him before. 

“I’m Jimmy, by the way.”

 “You probably are. Were you ever a trucker out of Chillicothe Ohio?” Cameron chuckled, an assumed profession of her own birth father. Hey, who knew. “Cameron.” She told him and introductions were out of the way when he took the seat across from her, “I was ditched last minute. Normally I don’t care if I eat alone, kind of like it actually. But not tonight. Got all dressed up for nothing. I hate that.” 

( ❀ —  ❝ mmh, truer words, friend, ❞ sulley hums in wholehearted agreement as he carefully plucks the pineapple-flavored joint ( his flavor selection, of course ) from his new companion’s offering hand,  ❝ don’t think they’ve ever been spoken. ❞ a lopsided grin flashes across glistening features, lifts high toward cheekbones faintly freckled by rain, and bloodshot gaze flickers briefly, admiring, across the fire toward the roommate in question. he’d lived here at the co-op long enough now — admittedly just a few weeks now, but he’s acclimated so quickly it feels like he could’ve been here a lifetime —  to say with certainty that she’s right. magenta is a babe. all of his roommates are, if he’s being honest. and not just physically, either, but mentally, spiritually, creatively. as he lifts the joint back to an ever-present smile for a puff, he refocuses his hazy attention on cameron.  ❝ emerald rain, ❞ he repeats dreamily, and maybe it’s the sativa they’ve been smoking but that sounds absolutely magical a vision.  ❝ what a sweet thing t’do — an’ now you’ve got a lil’ piece of seattle, of our home t’take back to california with you! somethin’ to remember us by… oh, y’know what else? i can send ya back with a lil’ bit of seattle bud too, dependin’ on how you’re travelin’. ❞

if he’d been blushing before, surely it can’t compare to the rosy hue that floods rain-dappled cheeks with warmth as she points out as much to him. a bashful laugh tumbles forward in a cloud of smoke as he she pokes at the flushed skin while he’s taking another pull and he holds the swiftly dwindling joint back out to her, trying to keep his fit of giggles from devolving into a fit of smoky coughs. it proves difficult, especially as she takes a stab at recalling his name. ( in her defense, she’d likely only heard it in passing from aiden, never from an actual introduction. ) in between the choking and the laughter, he manages to muster up a nod because, okay, almost.  ❝ so close, ❞ he says, holding up his index finger and his thumb no more than a few centimeters apart for emphasis.  ❝ so close. right number a’ syllables an’ right first letter, so i’m gonna give it t’you. i’m sulley. an’ it’s a pleasure t’meet you, cameron. ❞

“You’re all the sweetest...” telling him a little lower if it was even to herself or to him too could be up for debate. “I’ll Never say no to that. By air. Good thing I’m checking my luggage.” Cameron says, a smile once again creeping slowly. The overwhelming kindness she’d been experiencing while here was intoxicating, a whole other kind of thrill that even when in the back of her mind told her it was only temporary and to not get too comfortable, but she was in it. So embrace it. “I’ll double it up, socks and into the vase?” asking because well, this would be her technically second trip on a plane at all. Having watched others from unmade beds bundle in the socks before they took off to the airport, it’s what she’d guessed was the way to go.

“Mm, not really.” The uncertainty to her answer was just about as confident as Nancy was in her culinary skills, too. “I have been trying to master this one stir fry dish, though. I even bought a wok, so y’know, maybe walking into my kitchen everyday to see my glorious ass would be the inspiration I need to keep at it.” Laughing, she swayed with Cameron’s shove and kept up as they exited the studio, heading for the other’s Jeep. She snorted softly, “I didn’t realize Mo'Shan was a humper. Good for her.” Following suit, Nancy tucked her body mold into the backseat and then climbed in on the front passenger side. Her seatbelt was clicked into place and she leaned back comfortably, an idle hand raising to comb through her hair. The grumble of a noncommittal noise escaped her, “I miss New York.” Briefly, her bottom lip jutted out for an exaggerated pout before allowing a lax smile to takeover again. “But, no, it’s cool. I’m cool. Oasis is a serious downgrade from my old digs, but I really love getting to be out on my own – without my mom riding my ass, 24/7. The freedom is refreshing. Which, speaking of… hear of anything fun going on for St. Paddy’s?”

“Oh yeah, I’m right there when you master it. Use that ass like a Buddha Belly. You’ll have it figured out in no time.” She teased, though what would the actual harm be? She was totally going to give her ceramic tits a rub whenever she needed some good juju. She let out a light laugh mostly at the nickname now given to her dog, lifting a leg to rest an elbow on her kneecap to give her full attention. “Is that what got you out here in the first place? Just...trying something new? Getting away?” Asking when she realized she really didn’t know that much of Nancy’s situation. Slowly shaking her head in response and pulled lips of disappointment, “Green beer? Probably some pub crawls, pinching parties. When I get word I’ll for sure send you the details.” 

Cameron: Heey, you up?

When: Idk whenever

Who: @slchat​

Right on time, when she was supposed to be meeting X at Cliff’s Edge. The lit up screen on the dot should’ve should’ve been expected but track records weren’t something Cameron really comprehended all that well. At least she was the one this time holding the funds in an all paid for gift card.

Disappointed, irritated, and truthfully, having left the restaurant the last time she was there with a shake of a head from the manager this time was supposed to be a redeemable moment. 

Letting off an irritated sigh, that is until she spotted the nearest solo person walking by, energy determined to not be focused on the bailer. Putting on her best show smile, Cameron reached a hand out to stop the passerby, “Hey! This is gonna sound totally weird but, are you hungry? I need someone to share this with so...all on me. A drink, the steak, whatever you want. Be my date?” 

👫 …someone who has a crush on my muse.

Jett Sommerset, 29

The two met at a party of his dad’s in Malibu two years ago, danced, rolled had a well good time. They’ve never been in each other’s physical presence since, but maintain a pretty regular facetime communication.  Jett sends her gifts on the random, retreats, all-paid restaurant cards, funny socks off etsy. He’s not not obvious but he’s chill. 

A vague nod at Cameron’s decision that could go either way knowing Greta, though after all this drinking her money really was on her going off about the now bombed farm. An honest effort was made to be supportive though it probably wasn’t enough and the story, aftermath and all was starting to weigh on her now if only because it was one more nice thing off the table. “Oh”, she mirrored Cam’s verdict, eyes on the still fading burn, lingering but almost gone which could be said of the night she got it too, for Sasha at least. Keep it moving. “You got a brace”, she said, suddenly feeling really rude that she didn’t ask that day at the car, thinking back then that the polite thing would be to say nothing. The wrist thing gets a knowing snort, that and an eyeroll at the question following because now they’re far enough from there to be well into eyeroll territory, shaking her head no. “Don’t think he knew who I was. Dunno who he called but for sure not Frank”, punctuated by a laugh meant to be breezy though the relief there must have been easy to spot. Good thing her brush with the porn side of things was what it was, just doing a favour to Frank who was doing a favour to someone else, a nameless nobody in their world’s version of Hollywood.

Relieved when Sasha laughed, it was exactly what it was she was trying to get out of her. That whole situation wasn’t one she really wanted to dwell on but it’s remnants lingered as it was, “It wasn’t anything extreme or anything. I took it off a lot, the doc said it was more a precaution.” She shrugged, “It never really hurt or anything. Afterwards I mean, sore but that was it,” Cameron told Sasha as if it would really make a difference, but she’d asked and if anything it was better to just push through that night and all that it left behind. “Good. Probably too fucked up to even know where he was.” She laughed too, there was relief at the revelation. A flashback to the night and it wasn’t of him it was of herself and Sasha in front of her. Yet somehow it was nearly impossible to go there, how did anyone ever really just come out and say ‘thank you’? “Thought he was in Scarface or something.” 

👪 …someone in my muse’s family.

Cody Underwood, 32 

Cody’s Cameron’s older brother, the single person her heart beats for. Cody was forced to grow up before he even hit puberty. Cody was always the one to put whatever he could scrounge up for his siblings on the table. For a while, did his best to shield them from the addictions that already consumed his parents. Never went to high school, opted for work and no one to tell him otherwise, he dabbled in dealings that never sat right. 

Cody’s now in Cleveland, married with two kids. Works as a butcher behind the counter of a grocery store and is heavily involved with his local church. 

Cody hasn’t seen Cameron since she left for LA, her profession’s been an issue especially with his current wife. The two remain in contact with a twice a year phone call and she’s on the Christmas card list. She’s yet to meet her niece and nephew.