#cwinty

I’m not sure how most people start their mornings. Maybe with a nice cup of coffee or yoga or something. I know it’s not really recommended to look at your phone right when you wake up, but it’s quite hard to ignore the constant ringing coming from my bedside table. Since I’m not very technologically advanced, I haven’t figured out how to change personalized ringtones which makes the call even more annoying. I think he made it annoying so that I would have to talk to him to get the persistent quacking sound to go away. Not that I mind talking to him.

“Oh my god what?” I pick up and Cam’s never sounded more frantic in his life, which is saying a lot, considering how high strung he usually is.

“FINALLY! I’ve been texting you for hours, can you please let me in?” Not even on my days off can I catch a break. 

“Can I put some pants on first? I literally just opened my eyes”

“Dude it's like noon, aren't you usually up by now? Anyway why are you not wearing pants, that’s freaky” I can practically hear the smirk on his face. 

“I had off today, let me live.” I hang up and grab my pajama shorts off the floor, pulling them on as I walk to the door to let him in, not really caring that I haven’t brushed my hair yet. Not like he can judge, I’m about 95% sure he doesn’t even own a hairbrush.

I flip the lock open and he steps in, pushing past me to put his bag on the counter and opens my fridge. “I can’t believe you’d ignore me like that, you’re so rude. Have you made coffee?” 

“Are you sure you need coffee? You seem like, bugged out this morning.” I haven’t really gotten a good look at his face yet, but I bet his pupils are blown right now. 

“Come on babe, don’t make me do the hobby lobby mom, but first coffee!” He throws up a peace sign that’s supposed to be ironic but I know deep down his apartment would be decked out in Rae Dunn if he wasn’t trying to give off an I’m-so-much-deeper-than-you-look-at-my-jazz-vinyl-collection vibe. 

I grab two mugs from the cabinet and cross in front of him to my coffee maker, pushing his stupidly lanky self out of the way. Have his biceps gotten bigger?

“You know, if you wanted to hang out, you could’ve just said so, you don’t have to pretend to like the coffee I buy.” The brew stops and he sneaks up behind me, pouring some creamer into my mug, pressing a little bit too close to my back. I can practically feel his breath on my neck.

“I don’t pretend to like it, I actually only tolerate your personality so I can indulge in your stupidly expensive drinks and not have to pay for it myself.” I don’t bring up that he’s the one who bought me this blend, he knows I like to at least pretend to be independent. He presses a quick kiss to my cheek, grabbing his mug and walking towards the sofa. We’ve never really acknowledged how close we are, but I know people notice. His band mates especially. I should probably ask him why he keeps me around, the classic ‘what are we’ bullshit, but I’m not entirely sure I’m prepared to handle anything other than ‘I’m head over heels in love with you, stay with me forever.’

“So did you come over here for a reason or were you just bored?” I sit down next to him, taking small sips of my drink, trying to wake myself up.

“I can’t just wanna see you? Spend the morning with my favorite girl?” He takes the mug out of my hand, sitting both on the glass table in front of us and puts his hands on my shoulders, making me look at him. My god he’s actually sober. “On a completely unrelated note, what are you doing tomorrow night?” 

“Nothing that I know of, why?” Please ask me to see your show, I love you watching you perform.

“Fantastic, our photographer got sick and we really need someone that knows how to at least kind of work a camera” I take another sip of my coffee, rolling my eyes playfully.

“Oh so free labor?” He smirks, knowing I’d drop everything to help him out.

“You’d be paid in mediocre music and maybe a really sweaty gross hug after” Yes please. “Don’t pretend you don’t love looking at me.” 

“Fine, I’ll do it. But I’m holding out for that hug.” I say half-joking. He knows I can’t say no to him.

“You’re an angel thank you so much”

“You know you could’ve asked me over text, right? Had me thinking you were getting cancelled or something.” He pulls his phone out and texts me the venue details.

“Yeah but where’s the fun in that?”

a/n: hi this is my first fic, please someone tell me it’s not the worst thing you’ve ever read so i don’t pull my hair out ❤️

anyways ummmm i might update this i really wanna get back into writing because i have a lot of fun doing it, my main blog is just linked to all of my public socials so im posting this here because im not fully used to embracing my cringe or wtv