#ft. sutton

—¿Recuerdas con quien estás hablando? No, me iré cuando acaben los fuegos —respondió, las fiestas no eran su entorno, así que prefería volver a la seguridad de su queridísima iglesia.

cam slept for about six hours in that art studio, and was, rightfully, embarrassed. it could only be rude for someone to invite you out only for you to fall asleep on them. sutton was extremely chill about it, since he was chill about almost everything, but he still felt awful. and, to top it all off, cam had been so quick to leave the place that it wasn’t until he’d gotten home that he realized he still had sutton’s hoodie. it wasn’t until after the bonfire, and after that bullshit curfew was put into place, that they were able to find a time for cam to come over. he’d been studying with a handful of his classmates, in preparation for a lebesque integration exam, and asked them if they could make a detour to the ignatius dorms on their way home. they waited outside in their little cluster while cam went inside. 

that morning, he’d been sure to wash sutton’s hoodie. it had been sitting on cam’s bed for the past few days, and had managed to find his way onto his pillow at night, so it was the least he could do. he pulled it out of his backpack in front of sutton’s dorm room, folding it over his arm before he knocked at his door. “it’s cam,” he called through the door. “i have your hoodie!” 

“hey sutton,” she said, knocking on the door. “it’s stella, i missed you terrible and it’s cold out here.” // starter for @rowe-v-theworld​

cam’s palms were, admittedly, sweaty at the thought of seeing sutton again. their last date (their first date) had been at a mini golf course, which to be quite honest, if you’d asked cam beforehand, would be something he was sure sutton would find lame. but he seemed to have just as much fun as cam did. they’d held hands as sutton walked him home, fingers interlocked, and cam had kissed him goodbye. he felt silly, cataloging all these little milestones in his mind, but he couldn’t help it. he’d spent half of yesterday daydreaming about it. 

as was tradition at college parties, cam had sucked back two drinks before he forced himself to eat some chips to sober up. he really didn’t want to be drunk before midnight, or at least not before everyone else. he’d already thrown up at the art exhibit, though the alcohol was only half to blame. plus, he did not want to risk being drunk for when he saw sutton again. which he did, with a fistful of sour cream and onion chips in his mouth. he covered his mouth with his hand, trying not to look too embarrassed at the position. “hey!” he managed, before swallowing roughly around the mouthful and wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. “sorry, hi. you look-.” he took in sutton’s makeup, noticeable done with the same elegant hand as his paintings. a genuine smile spread across his face as he finished, “you look great.” 

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[ txt to Heather C. ]: It’s ok. I’ve been busy at the hospital as well.

[ txt to Heather C. ]: I thought you were gonna burn it. But no, keep it. Looks better on you.

[ txt to Heather C. ]: My family and I are going to Cabo next week. Just wanted to let you know I won’t be around those days.

[ txt to Heather C. ]: I am hating this trip so much, wish you had come. [ UNSENT ]

[ txt to Heather C. ]: It’s been a month. How long are we gonna keep this going on? [ DRAFTED ]

[ txt to Heather C. ]: I’m back in NYC.

[ txt to Heather C. ]: Are we doing something for your birthday? [ DELETED ]

[ txt to Heather C. ]: Hope you’re doing well.

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