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CLAPS HANDS AGGRESSIVELY
more fanart up next : )
Procrastinating, Drawing Things, The Fangirl Business
I made a thing of me for my new sidebar(:
Camden was sitting in his room, nursing what appeared to be one hell of a cold and wished beyond anything else, that Rikky was here to cheer him up. He knew, though that that was an impossible thing. They weren’t on speaking terms just then and even if Rikky did want to talk to Camden again, it wasn’t like Dawson would let them get within ten feet of each other.
Really, this freaking sucked ass.
Just when Cam was about to give up hope and accept his fate of not sleeping, shuddering breaths and the chills from hell, a knock came to the door.
This brought a sort of dilemma…Rikky wasn’t his roommate currently, not since the whole debacle began. The room was empty and Camden wasn’t going to be able to get up on his own. This sickness, whatever it was, was a bitch and he was sure his wobbly legs wouldn’t, couldn’t take him there. Not even that far.
Fortunately, the lock started to click. Camden, in his fevered brain just hoped beyond hope that it was somebody he’d actually given a key to and not someone picking the lock to murder him and steal his stuff. He wouldn’t be able to protect himself and what if—
"Cam?" A thin, decidedly feminine voice called.
Ellie. It was Ellie!
"El?" He grumbled out, voice hoarse and breaking just over that short syllable. His eyelashes flicked open and closed as he struggled to keep the traitorous lids opened.
"Oh baby… What happened to you?" She cried voice high in pitch and loud until she noticed the wince it evoked in Camden. She quieted down immediately.
"Hun, what’s wrong?" Her voice was whisper-soft and soothing now, just what he needed. Ellie was the best friend he’d ever had - the sister, mother and voice of reason he had always lacked but wanted anyway.
"M’sick," was the mumble that made it past his chattering teeth. Chattering teeth? When did that happen? The words were bitten out and hardly recognizable and only made the crease of worry in Ellie’s forehead deepens.
She crossed the room in her small-stepped power walk, the unmistakable sound of her thick soled combat boots thumping along the wood floor like a lullaby. Oh how he’d missed this girl; She sat gingerly beside his bed and before he could warn her off, she moved her wrist to feel his forehead, jerking back immediately at the burning temperature.
"Cam! You’re burning up! Have you taken anything? How long have you been like this? Why didn’t you CALL me?" Her voice made him wince again and to answer at least one of her questions, the last one, he pointed weakly across the room at his cell phone. What used to be his cell phone was lying there in a broken heap of wire and cheap plastic. He’d thrown it to break the seemingly never-ending temptation to just CALL Rikky. Also to break the heartache of every morning that he woke up and a missed call, missed text was nowhere to be found. It was better this way… he didn’t need to know. He really didn’t.
Of course, it also cut him off from the world. Alone in his room, nothing to eat or drink since he became too sick to even lift his head or else dare to brave the spinning that would surely come if he tried to rise.
See this in the Capitol Building in Washington DC!(:
yknow… when the government is back up
Two of my new characters! The boy’s name is Archer and his pet wolf is Casper. The back story I’m thinking of is that they were found in the woods when they were ‘pups’ together - one scared little boy and a shivering wolf pup that wouldn’t be separated for anything. Grown up, they still sometimes feel the need to connect with the woods and camp out.(:
i drew a thing :3
everybody get the app sktchy and add follow me! (;
YOU DO ART AND YOU ARE GOOD AT IT? GOD BLESS YOU(i mean that in a secular way btw)
Haha yes! I do art. :3
this is my art tag on my main blog - clicky