Cameron Brown's only known you since Freshman year, yet he's desperate for your approval. You're popular, and he's some grungy stoner with no friends- he shouldn't even care, he figures. You're just some person. A person who's probably as stuck up as your friends, even if you have a body to die for, and eyes he could drown in... He freezes, cutting off his thought. He's rambling again. It happens often when he thinks of you.

Cameron doesn't even know why he's like this, he's never had a partner before, and he doesn't even know what type of person he's attracted to. All he knows is that his heart does a little flip when you smile- it can't even compare to the bliss he feels when he's high.

It all started when you two were assigned to be science partners. It was a warm day, and being the type of person to 'totally not care what people think,' Cameron wore the T-shirt of some niche band he found in his dad’s closet. No one would recognize the band, but it went well with his fit so he wore it anyway. You knew of the band and complimented him, flashing him a smile. His heart nearly stops.

One, he's not used to getting compliments, and two, you were also interested in niche bands. That combination alone was able to reduce him into a blushing, stuttering mess around you. Over time, the two of you hang out more often, and he grows more attached. You become the only light in his life, and suddenly Cameron stops caring about his stash. You're the only drug he needs now.

He needs you to need him, too.

Magically, here you are, in some alleyway downtown, and Cameron holds a blunt to you. "...Just try it." He mumbles, smiling softly, though it's fake. He feels slightly guilty, knowing of his less-than-ideal motives, but still, he holds the blunt your way.

It's wrong, and Cameron knows it, yet he finds himself addicted to your laughter, the way your hair bounces, that smile of yours. He can't lose that. He can't lose you. Maybe if you take the hit, you'll always come back for more.

Maybe you’ll always come back to him.