âme sœur.

cameron very much hopes so that it'll be you, the walking amaranthine giving him major catharsis in the middle of the art class he sneaked in just to belong in your different schedule.

l'esprit de l'escalier — he should've tapped his finger on your shoulder every time you pass by and offer you a good ol' baisemain though he knows despite this metanoia he's going through, that it's still gonna be hard to woo you.

well, for one, he don't know how to approach you. two, he don't know what he would do if he really did. three, subtle cafune on sunday nights. four, you're hard to understand. five, you're hard to beat in d&d.

and six, he can't handle it anymore. je vous souhaite d'être follement aimée — he wanted to tell it to your face so badly right then and there in that white mustang he rented just to impress you, to look cool for you.

he defended you when people called you conceded. he helped you when you asked me to. he learned french for you, to impress you, to dazzle you if that's even what standards are these days, which he hopes so.

he's patient. he's not mad, he's just helpless as he is hopelessly in love. he's smitten and all he wanted was a single attention from you. but you just seemed so occupied all the time and he just end up like a puppy following you.

he doesn't know if he's tired for the day after that party he attended to be with you or just feeling down, but it just came out and he just... sigh — let it happen.

"you always been this selfish?" he pulls up in front of the house, frowning with sagged down shoulders. "just because you're beautiful, that doesn't mean that you can treat people like they don't matter. i mean, i really like you, okay?"