#etherialblue

For my Cami @etherialblue

––––––––––––HE HAD BEEN told many times to not fall that hard for cami. after all, he was famous. was known to party too much, to do a little too much coke, to get lost a little too much. but beau had fallen, hard enough to the point where he would give up everything to be good enough for him. would do anything to measure up to the world that cami had created and slowly ushered him into. it hurt how much he cared sometimes. made him wish he wasn’t so whipped and absolutely in love. after all, beau had sometimes gotten lost in the messiness that came with the parties, pretending he was part of his world. so this felt as good of a time as most for him to tell cami just how much he loved him. so here he was, a lovely secluded beach, champagne to celebrate, everything just perfect for the two of them. he was so nervous he almost lost the ring. incredibly consumed by cami’s presence, he tugged him closer, lips pressed to his jaw.          ‘ got something to talk to ya about. ’ @etherialblue​ !

     it had been a few years since warren had seen the curly-haired beauty. as much as he hated to admit it, he’d never really fallen out of love with him. he turned a blind eye to all the things he’d seen in the media about him, writing them all off as tabloid trash. warren liked to think at one time cameron had actually loved him, but he didn’t want to assume such things — it was just something he told himself to sleep at night... but hearing his lover from his adolescence was back in town, it almost shattered his heart. visions of false hope danced around in his head — rekindling whatever they had like nothing had ever happened. but it wasn’t until he had actually faced cameron again that it really hit him. the brunet man was in the midst of his lunch break, picking out fruit from the produce section when he had spotted the raven-haired model. the crimson-colored fruit in his hand came to a clattering crash onto the tile beneath him as he scrambled to throw them back into basket. taking a deep breath in once he was all situated again, warren took the bold steps towards cameron before he could talk himself out of it. “cami...” he announced his arrival, his voice gentle and soothing. he didn’t want to startle him. “it’s me... warren. i, uh, can’t believe you’re here... is everything alright?”

For my Cami @etherialblue 💞

––––––––––HE LOVED HIM. and that’s probably why he was so accepting to nights when they went out and were a little too high ( on both coke and weed ) and drank too much ( he didn’t have many memories of them out ). and they’ve done dumb shit drunk. flirted with the wrong person too much, accidentally taken a drug they weren’t supposed to, fought someone or each other for that matter. but maybe they had gotten to the point in their relationship where the dumb stuff wasn’t the same and, in some ways, their emotions came out in the actions they partook in. which might explain the ring on beau’s finger, and subsequently, the one on cami’s. it’s just around noon when beau wakes up, his head pounding and a need for water consuming him. it all easily melts away when he feels the foreign jewelry on his finger, making him more confused than he wants to be. he would have brushed it off, but he knew what a wedding band looked like, he knew what their wedding band would be. they had vaguely mentioned it in passing and it was on his finger now. he wasn’t sure if they got married, after all, the night prior was barely existent to him. so he moves to wake cami. the reality is, he wouldn’t be upset that they were married. just that they got married and he didn’t remember it.

“so, you’re telling me you forgot the keycard upstairs?” rowan asked, trying to wrap his head around the fact that the person beside him was being a total idiot. “and we need the keycard to go get the keycard, yes?” he asked with a huff and groaned, “dude! what the fuck!? i’m hungry!”