LEAN ON ME

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lean on me, when you're not strong & i'll be your friend.
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A furious Blake Bailey signed off the chat room and slammed her laptop closed. All her worst nightmares were coming true. She trusted two people in her life with every aspect of her life, she told these two everything that was on her mind, and communicated through text messages through the day, whether taking pictures some crazy lady with a ridiculous hat, Cameron and Jack where there for her no matter what she went through, and that to her meant more than anything in the world.

Everything in her very comfortable existence was at risk at the moment. The reason? Jackson Patrick Bailey. there once was a girl by the name of Nina Clarke, the girl and Blake went far back to the beginning of her music career, even then, Blake was compared to the amazing super star, and when Blake had made it to the top of the pop culture, and was offered a major roll in an Oscar winning movie, it was all down hill from there. Blake was always pinned up against the star, and even though her career was beaming on its own, E would never allow Blake to stand on her own to feet without someone mentioning Nina Brooke Clarke.

It was true, Blake hated her, though she didn't know her personally, the idea behind the girl was enough to get her heated up even at the mentioning of the name. They were truly Rivals and the feeling was mutual. so it was no wonder that Blake blew up like a fire cracker at the thought of her cousin not only lying to hide the fact that he'd gone to Vegas with the enemy, but some how managed to get married to her as well. It was this alone that could hurt Blake so deeply.

With tears in her eyes, she crawled up into a little ball on her queen sized Sera mattress and weeped. It was like a friend double crossing her, knowing what would hurt her the most and stabbing into her heart and twisting, yanking it out and throwing some salt on the raw wound. She was done for. All the memories of all the time that Jack had been there for her swam inside her head, almost all of her memories for the last eight years involved Jack in some kind. And then it hit her, there was a common collective in the memory cycle, a face kept popping up, Cameron.

Cameron meant the world to her, he was there through thick and thin, and even when everyone had disowned her for dating Aiden, he was still there by her side, whether he disagreed with her decision or not, he still stuck in there with her and supported her and allowed her to make her own mistakes.

She pulled her self off the bed, her head the last thing to regain balance as she stood up and grabbed her car keys, not bothering to slip on shoes, she bolted out the door and hopped into her lifted black Chevy pickup, and she was headed toward Cameron's house with full intent, as she drove furiously, she concentrated on what she was going to do once she got there, she was going to stop the car, turn off the car, take the keys, run to his house, open the door, go to his room, then have the mental break down. It was simple right?

She passed cars, cut them off, the twenty minute drive became a ten minute one at best. And she did just as she had planned, and when she walked into Cameron's house her eyes were filled with tears, "Cameron," she whined, this was her defeat, and he was the only thing she had left.

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[shelby]

Tonight had most certainly been a crazy night. Cam had done his usual routine of late night run to clear his head and keep himself fit before returning home to take a shower and turn in for the night. Everything was fine, until he signed onto the local chatroom that everyone tended to frequent. Cameron had never been lucky with these little chats. Every night he logged on, there was either someone fighting, flirting, or trying to get laid; three things that Cameron really did not partake in if he could avoid it. But every time he signed into the chat to talk to his friends, he ended up getting caught up in one of these very things and it was never very pleasant for him. Perhaps he was insane for continuing to subject himself to such torture, but alas, boredom had so few cures.

But the chat tonight, started out relatively tamely. His ex, Paige, had tried to hit on him which had proven to be extremely awkward because he was trying to avoid her at all costs. But then, things got really bad. Apparently, Jack Bailey had gotten married and to Nina Clarke, a girl for whom Blake was full of contempt. So when all that hit the fan, Cam had no idea what to do. He aimed to comfort his friend, and ended up fighting his own battle with none other than Demetrio Romani.

And now here he was, continually arguing with Demetrio from behind a computer screen and to no true avail. Trio was accusing Cameron of being in love with Blake and being jealous and Cameron was denying and talking Trio into a corner about his own insecurities about Blake's feelings for him. All of it was useless, and all of it was a lie. Since the day Cameron had met Blake Bailey, he had been in love with her. She was so beautiful and kind and wonderful, how could he not love her? But she had never felt the same way about him, and he had always been far too shy to even attempt to broach the subject and further their relationship. So he had stood by her side for seven years, playing the dutiful best friend and taking care of her as best he could. At the end of the day, he was not lying when he said she was his best friend and he cared about her more than anything, he was simply avoiding the very true fact that he would have loved to have been with her in the way Aiden or Trio had been. He knew he never would, and it didn't make him sad. He was quite happy to play the role of the dutiful best friend. But here he was, arguing just the opposite of his feelings and thanking the Lord that Blake wasn't in the chat to see it.

He had finally given up on his fight with Trio and had decided he was going to go find and comfort Blake and had even gotten as far as getting dressed and looking for his keys when he looked up and found Blake in the middle of his living room. Giving her a key to the house resulted in these sorts of visits and he wasn't the least bit upset about it. He was only sorry that she had been forced to come find him because he wasn't there for her. "Hey mama, how you holdin' up?" He asked striding forward and closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around her petite frame. He held her close enough to him that he could smell her hair and he smiled, resting his chin atop her head.

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lean on me, when you're not strong & i'll be your friend.
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A miracle worker was what Cameron was known for being to Blake, he was so much more than just a ratty old best friend that tagged along every where she went like a teddy bear from adolescence. He was her knight in white shinning armor, her luminary and even her hero. Without him she would be a nonentity. Her vocals had power, talent that only she could possess by hard work and dedication, however; her pop star icon eminence was only acquired after Cameron cherographed all of her preformances and music videos, which she was honored to make his vision come to life in the eyes of a billion screaming fans over the last seven years.

So he was more to her than just a best friend, he was her ultimate friend, one that she would never cross, could never stay mad at, and generally respected as a person and much, much more. As she stood in his living room, her body shaking with exasperation, tears ran freely down her rosey cheeks, she didn't care if she had to drive ten minutes or ten hours to see him, he was the only thing that was going to cure the ache felt in her chest. The feeling was heart break, her cousin had broken her heart and distroyed her trust in him.

Her body trimbled, as she saw him appear in the dimly lite room, shadows playing tricks on the walls, and the super star in her plaid pajamas, she tried to force a smile, but the corners of her mouth only twitched as her face wrinkled into defeat, he had won, Jack Bailey had beat her. "Hey mama, how you holdin' up?" he asked so sincerely, as he closed the distance between them, pullling her into a gentle hug, "I've been better," she mumbled into the collar of his shirt, at the base of his collarbone. "I can't believe he'd do this, he knows better." she argued out loud after she'd muffled her tears into his embrace.

The smell of Cameron was always so comforting to her, it was like it was her own safety zone, she often enjoyed to watch movies with Cameron snuggled up on the couch and using his lap for a pillow. She never considered that amongst the times, she was absolutely clueless to his feelings toward her, but to everyone else it was obvious. Just by feeling the warmth around her, she felt like she was safe from harm that Cam would fight to defend her honor, though she never would know how much that was true.

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words four thirty eight.
notes i kept it reasonably short because my muse was slowly dying & i didnt want the whole thing to be filler.
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[shelby]

Cameron never thought of himself as a super hero, or even anything remotely related to that. He was just a friend. When Blake needed to go out and have fun, he would take her out. When she needed a shoulder to cry on, he would pull her into his arms. It wasn't about feeling like the most important person in her life, but rather about providing her with whatever she needed because he was just that kind of guy. He hated to see anyone in pain, and if he could help he would love to do that for anyone. But it was a special case for Cam to see a female in that kind of pain. He could not and would not stand for any such thing. And it was under this circumstance that he had met Blake.

She had been upset in the chatroom one night and she claimed to have needed a drink. As far as Cameron could remember, it was another instance where Jack had upset her. Cam, of course, did not drink. Never had and never had desired to do so. But he was more than happy to accompany the young lady, whom he had met only in passing before, to the club and make sure she stayed out of trouble. The night had been amazing. They talked, they danced, she drank, he watched, he protected. At the end of the night, the alcohol had gotten the best of her and she had fallen ill, and Cameron took care of her, knowing then that he would be in love with this girl for the rest of his life.

Seven years later, she was upset again and she needed him. This time he didn't need to hold back her hair or carry her up to her room, but rather he needed to hold her in his arms and promise her everything would work itself out. And this time, he was so used to the routine that it was merely muscle memory for him to wrap his arms around her until she stopped crying. So he held her until she pulled away, offering her a warm and friendly smile. He knew Jack had never meant to hurt Blake in such a way, because Jack was far too good of a guy (deep deep down, that was) to do that to her. "Come on, Blake. You know he didn't do this on purpose..."

[/color] He explained softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "You left the chat before getting the full story. They were drunk and ended up getting married. That's all."[/color] He explained, hoping this may soften the blow a bit.
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lean on me, when you're not strong & i'll be your friend.
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The tears were running on a short supply once in the safety and warmth of her best friends soft snuggle. She pulled herself apart from him, so she could see his full face, as she whipped the remains of her eyeliner off with the backs of her index fingers, and looked at the remains of her eyeliner and mascara that had stained her fingers, and stuck out her bottom lip in a childlike pout, "Why must there always be an excuse for Jack Bailey?" she argued, "it's gotten so bad that I bet even if I googled his name, in wikapedia it would say, 'sorry excuse for an actor, best known for his poor woman choices." she groaned. Half of the things that happened to her dear cousin was caused by his own bad decisions, and while she loved her family, she was honestly growing tired of the endless alibis he could pull out of thin air.

She'd known Jack since before he realized that he was a woman magnant and honestly she missed those days, he never got distracted by a girl walking by, he probably hadn't even noticed. Now it was on pair of nice tits followed by a little miss great legs after another that caught his feeble mind. It was truly pathetic to Blake. She looked into Cameron's eyes, and realized for the first moment that her hair was probably frightening and her make up was no better, and yet at the same time, she didn't care. Cameron was so precious to her she allowed him to see her even in her weakest moments.

"I just want for one day, just one, Jack didn't make himself out to be such a joke," she said bitterly, she hated talking about her own family this way, but it was all in a fit of anger, she didn't mean it, it was just all sureal to her. She shook her head as if it was seeking in even more, "He married my enemy, my rival, the one that E says I will never be anything but a second Nina." she felt the tears well up against her eyelids once more, her eyes resembled glass, but she faught against them, swollowing hard as if to push them back to where they came from, "And now if she couldn't be anymore of a pain, now she's in the family. drunk or not, there really isn't any excuse that will help me accept what he has done." she knew that wasn't true either and even more she knew he knew it, "At least not today." she whispered more to herself an anything.

tagged cam aka shelby
words four fourty one.
notes so short its depressing.
im tired so, if this doesnt make sense. im terribly sorry.
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