#camabelle

[text]: That's rude, Cam. Don't you think if she's telling you then maybe it's because she has no one else to tell?

[text]: What if she really wants to talk about her birds having sex?

HAPPY VOICEMAIL: 

Hey, so I went to the zoo with my cousins today, and it was really a lot of fun? More fun than I expect a ten year old post-chicken pox to be. But I don't know, we stopped in front of the monkeys for a really long time. Matty wanted to take a picture so he stood in front of the exhibit and he wanted me to send it to you, which I did. If you look at it, there's a caption- which he typed- and I'm pretty sure it says "Me w/Cam."

Matty thinks you look like a monkey and I thought you should know.

LOVING VOICEMAIL: 

Hi! Happy birthday, Cam. 

I know it's like midnight so you're probably on the phone with your sister or someone, but I just wanted to call you anyway because, on the off chance you picked up, then I'd have gotten to wish you at midnight. Either way, happy birthday, babe. You're another year older and wiser and all that jazz, but you're also a year closer to achieving all your dreams.

Newsflash: I plan on being there to see them come true.

I love you! I'll see you in a few hours. Or maybe like a few hours after the sun comes up? Call me. 

CONGRATULATORY VOICEMAIL:

OH MY GOD CAMERON HARRIS YOU ASSHOLE YOU CAN'T JUST TELL ME THAT YOU GOT IN ON A VOICEMAIL. You're the worst, except you're really, really not because you're amazing and so so so talented and this is amazing. You're probably talking to your sister right now, and I can't believe you told me before you told her?? Oh my God you're going to college.

Congratulations, babe, I always knew you could do it. 

BREAK UP VOICEMAIL: 

Cam. Hey. You called me earlier but I was in class and then study group and then there was this thing and... Yeah. I guess it doesn't matter anyway. I'm sorry I missed your call, again. It sucks we're playing phone tag, doesn't it? It feels like it's been forever since I've talked to you.

I hope you're having a good time at school. I mean, stress is probably a given, but there a ton of things that you can get involved in and...Well you're such a people person that I'm sure you'll have no trouble. And I want you to do that, you know? Go out and half fun, meet people and stuff like that. It's like... It's like you live in this small little world and then suddenly you move away and there's so much shit you've never even imagined you could do that's like right at your fingertips. You've worked so hard to be where you are, I want you to get everything you can out of it. 

Which is also- wow ok um- this is harder than I thought it would be? I don't know. I've kind of been thinking about this for a while now but... I think we should see other people. No, actually, I know we should see other people. 

It's not you. And it's not me, either. Actually, it's not just you or just me, it's both of us. We're both super busy all the time and I never even see you anymore and when I call you're always off doing something.

I don't wanna tie you down or have you worry about me or get insanely jealous. You've come so far and I'm not going to be the jealous girlfriend waiting back home. I refuse to be that person. 

So.

That's it then.

I'm breaking up with you.

Hey babe! Damn I was really hoping you’d pick up… I stopped by the cafe and you weren’t at your table so I ran to your house but your cousins said you hadn’t been home for a while either. They still think I’m totally awesome by the way. Not at all surprised to hear that but it’s always good to hear of the awesomeness I exude anyway... hint hint.

Kidding.

Oh god sorry but hey guess what.

I got accepted!

I know you had all your faith in me and everything but you know, there were doubts. But that’s beside the point. You know I never could have done this without you, or even considered applying for that matter. This all happened because of how much you believe in me, you know that right? Hold up Zoey just got home... I gotta tell her this but I’ll drop by tonight alright?

Isabelle really loves how creative he is and passionate about his stories and all of his ideas. She loves seeing that drive in him to do something.

She hates how content he is with his job at the coffee shop because it's like he doesn't realize he can be better.

She hates when he flirts with the girls at the register, even though he doesn't always recognize that he's doing it, especially since she's not his girlfriend or anything. She has no right to judge or anything, but she does anyway. 

Isabelle loves when he actually brings her her drink and then lingers. She might act- in the beginning- like it kind of bothers her and that she has other stuff to do, but Cam coming over and talking to her is the highlight of her day because he takes the time always and he's so ridiculously perceptive that even early on, she can't hide anything from him.

School was not supposed to be this hard. The ‘B+’ emblazoned on the top of her paper? That wasn’t supposed to be there. Isabelle Forrester didn’t do Bs. She couldn’t afford them, not as a scholarship student with ambitions as high as the sky. For a long time, she’d been a good student, and getting admission into college hadn’t been difficult. American University had practically drooled when they’d gotten her application (or so she’d seen it in her mind), and there was no doubt that this would be the school she’d choose. It was close to home, so she wouldn’t be hemorrhaging money on a dorm, and it was a good enough school for her to make a reputation that could get her on the path to the FBI. 

That end goal was the most important thing in her life, and as she stared at her paper, heart sinking low into her stomach at the sight of her despicable grade, she felt all her dreams get a little farther out of reach. How was she supposed to get where she wanted to go if one stupid creative writing class was going to get in her way? She was logic based. Puzzles were her thing. Crosswords and word searches had been easy for her as a child, and once she’d started reading heavier books, Isabelle could start solving mysteries with the best of them. (Nancy Drew were her favorite). 

UMMMM RIGHT THEN. 

One of his umbrellas. It's raining when she leaves the shop one day and he practically trips over his own feet offering her his umbrella. It's still raining when he needs to walk home, though, so he calls Will to pick him up. 

An American U sweatshirt that he buys. It's not even his school, but he leaves it at her dorm one time, and she wears it a few times before deciding she's never giving it back. Technically it's the same as any other sweatshirt she has, but it's also Cam's, and even after washing it, there's still a faint sense of Cam. 

He keeps the coffeeshop uniform t-shirt after he quits, but he realizes it's missing pretty early on. It's only after they move in together that he finds it in her closet. It's sentimental to her? That's what he was wearing when they met. 

The ideas behind the stories he tells her. He's always inspiring, just because of how into his stories he gets. It's hard to push him out of her brain, especially with all the hand gestures and the light in his eyes. 

characters: Isabelle Forrester & Cameron Harris

prompt: gentle peck

requested by: jenn