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random phone calls throughout the day to say "I miss you." + cam and Derek john!
this is their boy-best-friends-i-have-a-crush-on-you-no-i-dont-i-think-about-kissing-you-all-the-time-era
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It only took Cam a day he before started calling Derek John. They'd been stuck together for almost half a year and it only took him a day before he needed to talk to him again. (Not that Derek John was one to judge. He'd been thinking about him nonstop, ever since he got off the plane.)
He almost didn't answer it because he didn't have the number saved ā he'd forgotten that Cam didn't actually have a cellphone because they hadn't even needed it, living together and seeing each other every day and all ā but something in his gut told him he had to.
He was lying in bed, playing his old 3DS his father had found, when he got the call. "Hello?"
"I think my house is haunted," Cam's voice said, coming through Derek John's phone speaker crackled because he accidentally dropped it in the sink earlier and hadn't quite gotten all the water out.
He sat up, feeling like he had to be upright for this conversation and tried to visualize Cam on the other side of the line. On the other side of the country.
He was probably wearing his stupid Snoopy pajamas, the ones with the hole in the right inner thigh, and a shirt he had stolen from someone in the group. He was probably sitting in the dark because he was a freak, twirling the phone cord around his finger like the girls in the old movies he loved so much.
"Cam?" he asked, even though he knew who it is was. "Isn't it like one in the morning for you?"
They'd all done the math to calculate the time differences between them on Starbucks napkins, because Eddie was insistent that timezones were fake and time was the same everywhere.
Cam hummed in acknowledgement. "Yeah. But there's a ghost and I got scared and my mom and abuela are asleep. So I called you."
He said it like it was a casual thing to say, like it hadn't made Derek John's heart skip in his chest.
That was the one good thing about the distance. At least Cam wasn't there to witness the effect he had on him. He could keep all his embarrassing lovestruck feelings to himself.
"Aww, you want me to protect you from the big bad ghost?" he teased.
Cam scoffed.Ā āNo. Youāre on the other side of the country. What could you do, yell at it?ā Derek John could practically hear his eye roll.Ā āNo I just.. I missed you, if Iām being honest. And you make me feel brave and I need all the bravery I can get if thereās a fuckin' ghost in my house.ā
Derek John was going to pass out. Honesty wasnāt Camās thing, always masking his feelings and his words through five layers of performance, but when he was telling the truth, it always felt like a punch to the face.
āWhy do you think thereās a ghost?ā he asked instead of responding to Camās admission.
Cam launched into a story about how his house was creaking and groaning and he had seen a floating white apparition in the bathroom earlier that day.
Derek John nodded along, interjecting in all the right places with skepticism and logical reasoning for creaking floors and tricks of the light.
They stayed on the phone until they both fell asleep, Cam snoring softly in his ear, Pokemon long forgotten.
Before he fell asleep though, Derek John made sure to whisper "I missed you too" even though Cam wasn't awake to hear it.
thinking about cam & his identity (or lack thereof) again... who want me
(mentions of richard [cams abuser] & mya [cams ex bestie])
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Cam had always been very secretive, even as a child.
It was easier to hide that way. If he didn't tell anyone anything then there was nothing to worry about.
He wasn't entirely sure how this trait turned into him being a liar, but stranger things had happened.
The first big lie ā the first important one ā that he ever told was when he was six, and being interviewed by the local news because a video of him singing in church went viral.
"Why do you love to sing so much, Mateo?" the interviewer had asked, voice saccharine and condescending and her mouth too wide for her face.
And, he knew what he had to say, knew the words that would make the people come flocking to the church in droves and herds and packs. That was all he wanted, really, just to have tons and tons of people to show up just to hear him sing.
"Because I love God, and He loves to hear me sing."
To be honest, Cam didn't really care about God anymore at that point. He hadn't since God decided to take his Dad away. If anything, God was an excuse, a background, a footstool for Cam to stand on as he sang, caring too much about it he sounded good and not enough about the words he was saying.
But the lie worked and the church was packed every weekend, and probably would've been until the novelty wore off, if Cam didn't move to the States with his mom.
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The second biggest lie he ever told ā and arguably the most important one to ever fall from his lips ā was his name.
It didn't really start out as a lie, at least not on purpose. Kids at school called him Cam, the name Mateo somehow too foreign for their paper white tongues, even though it wasn't hard to pronounce and was just a translation of the name Matthew. Whatever. It didn't really bother him all that much if he didn't think about it for too long.
Mya was the first one to call him Cam, not even bothering to ask, just claiming that was his name now. He didn't argue because last time he argued with someone he got pushed into this mulch and got a splinter in his knee, so he just nodded along.
So, he was Cam at school, and nowhere else, and that was fine. It worked out. People liked him more as Cam anyway. Cam was cool and mysterious. Mateo was a nobody, a nothing little crybaby.
But the first time he became Cam, that was a lie. The lie.
He met Richard completely by accident. His school choir had been invited to sing background vocals on some song he didn't care about. He was fourteen and already had no plans to be someone else's backup vocalist. But he was fourteen, so he didn't exactly have a choice.
They recorded in a big empty piano room for the acoustics and because the choir was too big to fit into a recording booth. He was definitely pouting about it because seeing a real life studio was something that he'd been super excited about. He just had to keep telling himself that one day he'd be in a studio of his own so missing out now didn't matter.
The choir was in the middle of recording for the third take, much to the annoyance of his classmates, when the door opened and a man walked in on his talking on his cellphone.
Cam didn't process any of the words he was saying or the complaints of the other kids around him. He could only focus on how handsome the man was. His skin was peachy, obviously sunkissed and his light brown hair looked incredibly soft. He couldn't tell what color his eyes were from a distance, but they seemed to glitter, even under the horrible lighting of the room.
He looked up, apologized for interrupting and left, but as he did so, he met Camās eyes and sent him a half smile. Camās heart fell to his feet.
Without thinking about it - something very out of character for him - Cam looked at the schoolās choir instructor and blurted,Ā āCan we take a break? I have to use the bathroom.ā Then he left without waiting for a response.
The man was at the end of the hallway in a huge, empty waiting room, still on the phone. Cam walked up to him and a lie fell from his lips with ease.
āSorry,ā he said, feigning surprise,Ā āI was looking for the bathroom.
The man looked over and smiled again, wider than before. He had a movie star smile, all straight white teeth.Ā āItās okay. Youāre with that choir, arenāt you?ā
Whoever was on the phone was still talking into his ear but his full attention was on Cam. It was intoxicating.
Cam nodded. His hands were starting to sweat. āYes, sir.ā
āCall me Richard. Sir was my father,ā Cam wasnāt sure if it was a joke, but he nodded again, laughing quietly.Ā āYouāre very good. Your voice is very distinct. Itās easy to pick you out of the crowd. Thatās an important skill to have as a singer.ā
Camās heart jumped from his toes to his throat. He didnāt know who Richard was or what he did, but if he was in this fancy building with his fancy suit and his fancy phone, then his words mustāve meant something.Ā āThank you, Richard. I should, uh, really find that bathroom now.ā
Richard smiled again, somehow looking even more dazzling than before. āYou passed it on the way down here.ā Then he winked.
Cam sent him a smile of his own, feeling like they were sharing a secret or an inside joke. As he turned to walk away, Richard called out to him.
āWhatās your name, kid? Need to know who Iāll be seeing on the charts in the future.ā
And to this day, he still didnāt know whyĀ he said it, but he did and he couldnāt exactly take it back. āCam,ā he said, with a confidence he didnāt know he possessed.Ā āCam Perez.ā
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After telling a big lie, it got much easier for Cam to tell little lies. Never anything important, just stupid things. His favorite color, his favorite food, his thoughts on a new movie he hadnāt seen.
Maybe it was desperate and pathetic, but people liked him more when he lied and he liked being liked so he was going to keep doing it.
And in a way, it wasnāt even lying. During interviews, they asked Cam his hobbies or his favorite show to watch, so he answered as Cam Perez: Super Star and not Mateo Gaspar, who didnāt even own a TV. It was easier that way, hiding in plain sight.
But sometimes he didnāt want to lie, and he didnāt want to hide. He just wanted to be sixteen and stay up all night with his best friend, even though they knew they had work to do in the morning.
So, sometimes, he did.
Theyād set up a blanket fort in the hotel room, which Alvin would definitely bitch at them for in the morning, and were curled together under it, watching Jurassic ParkĀ on Derek Johnās laptop. Cam had never seen it, and Derek John thought that was a crime against God, so theyād put it on.
Cam wasnāt really paying attention though, too focused on the way Derek John was absentmindedly tracing over the lines on his palm with a finger. He wasnāt religious anymore, or very spiritual at all, but feeling the pad of his finger on his so called āheart-lineā was making him feel soft and sentimental.
And when he felt like that, he was always inclined to start telling truths.
āCam isnāt my real name,ā he whispered into the quiet, as the two kids hid from a velociraptor in the kitchen on screen.
Derek John paused the movie, turning to face him.Ā āWhat?ā
He didnāt sound betrayed or upset, just confused. It felt like a gift.
Cam shrugged. āWell, I mean, itās my middle name. Or part of it. Cameron. But my first name is Mateo.ā
āMateo,ā Derek John repeated, like he was testing it out.Ā āI like it. You look like a Mateo.ā
Cam laughed. Heād been told that by his grandmother his whole life. He was named after her husband, and she said he was his spitting image.Ā āThank you.ā
Derek John nodded, reaching out to brush his hair out of his eyes. Cam had to stop himself from leaning into his touch.Ā āThank you for telling me. But, uh, is Cam like an alter ego thing or a nickname or? Like...ā
āCam is just.. a lie. Heās just the mask I put on for work. You donāt have to think about it that hard.ā He shrugged again.
Derek John nodded, obviously not wanting to push, but still in search of answers.Ā āOkay. Why do you feel like you have to lie for work?ā
āBecause the truth is overrated. Nobody would like me if I was Mateo, so when Iām performing, itās easier to be someone else.ā
Derek John scoffed. āThat sounds like fucked up Hannah Montana,ā Cam laughed, the sound jumping out of him.Ā āAnd youāre wrong. I like you as Mateo.ā
Cam hadnāt been expecting that. The only people who liked him as Mateo were his mother and grandmother, and that was because they knew him first.Ā āYou do?ā
Derek John grabbed his hand. āI do.ā
āHow do you know the difference? You didnāt even know Mateo existed until five minutes ago.ā
He shugged.Ā āBecause I know you, and I know when youāre performing and when youāre not.ā
Cam wanted to say that probably wasnāt true because sometimes heĀ couldnāt even tell which of his behaviors were performance and which ones werenāt but Derek John wouldnāt lie to him. He was the most honest person he knew.
āThank you,ā Cam replied, unsure of what else to say, unable to think of anything except He sees me and it is the most terrifying, most freeing thing Iāve ever experienced. Is this how people feel about God? About miracles?
Derek John nodded, smiling. It wasn't dazzling or blinding. It was comfortable. It was home.Ā āCourse. Now pay attention to the movie, itās gonna change your life.ā