You've got a friend in me {[Open]}

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Cam chuckled to himself as he made his way through the Phasma lounge, glancing at his phone from time to time when he would receive a text from Woody, arguably one of his best friends. The two had been friends for as long as he could remember. They both had a reputation for being uptight but around one another they managed to be somewhat relaxed. Woody was one of the few people he could joke with and know that he could also be serious if the need arose. Woody was many things that Cam liked. Loyal, funny, smart, and temperamental. Cam couldn't deny the fun he had ticking Woody off sometimes. Of course he would apologize later, for Cam had never been one for long arguments between friends, but a little spat every now and then usually managed to make him laugh.

As he searched for suit 431, he frowned, realizing he was lost. His navigational skills were seriously lacking, apparently. Just earlier he'd gotten lost roaming around the school. Of course, that had brought him to the fields, which had ultimately caused him to run into Emily. He had to admit, he hadn't minded that one bit. Woody, of course, knew nothing of his admiration of Emily. He hadn't told anyone yet, for he hadn't really let himself believe it. It was just a crush, he was sure, and there could be nothing there. Ever.

As he finally reached the suit he smiled to himself, pleased with his efforts. He raised his hand to knock on the door, hesitating slightly. The last time he'd visited Woody's dorm, there had been a tad of a fiasco. Who could forget the bright red eyes and heavy breathing. Not to mention the mysterious pile of moving clothes. Furthermore, who could forget the image of Cam and Woody running from Woody's dorm, obviously frightened and screaming like girls. Cam shook the image from his head and knocked on the door. They would be men this time, no matter what should go on in Woody's...less than tidy room. Or so he hoped.

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Woody looked around his room as he received the latest text from his male best friend, Cam. Jessie was undoubtedly his best friend in the world and more like a sister to him than anything else. He loved her with all his heart and would do anything for her, but she was a girl and sometimes he needed someone male to hang around with. Cam was that person he tended to turn to when he wanted male company. Though they were in different houses, they both were in the same year and became strong friends from almost the very start of his second year. Cam was organised, something Woody was definitely not when it came to his room, but work and planning wise he was almost always organised. He liked things to follow a plan, but it seemed that when it came to his room he just didn’t care what happened. Cam knew how to wind Woody out no end, but he always apologized after which was one of the reasons they got on so well. He knew how to push Woody but he always made sure not to go too far.

He pulled himself off of his bed, finding himself stood in a pile of clothes, only half of them his. He picked up his hat off of the top, sticking it on his head and tilting the ridge. He then began picking up the clothes, separating some of Jessie’s jackets from his own clothes. He never was sure how she managed to keep leaving things in his room, but she did a very good job with it. He threw her jackets over his chair, before throwing the rest of his clothes in the wardrobe, quickly closing the door before it opened again. He brushed his hands together before jumping back onto his bed, filled with paper, pillows, duvet, blankets, phone and his ipod somewhere underneath all of the stuff.

He smiled to himself as he remember the last time that Cam had been in his room. For some reason he did not know, a pile of clothes started moving with red eyes and it was huge. He was more than certain it was a cat, but it still freaked them both out and they had left his room screaming like twelve year old girls who had seen a spider. He chuckled, shaking his head as he heard the knock on the door. He bounced off of the bed and opened it to see Cam. “Hey Cam! See, it’s not that much of a mess.” He turned around and looked at his room. “Well...sort of.”

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As Woody opened the door, Cam raised one eyebrow skeptically. He glanced around the perpetually messy room and sighed. He took in the clothes on the floor (everywhere, actually), the books scattered haphazardly around the room, the papers disorganized on the desk. Part of him truly did want to just clean the whole room, but he restrained. If there was one thing he remembered his mother teaching him, it was that a man has to do the work himself. Catch a man a fish and he'll eat for a day, but teach a man to fish and he'll eat forever. Or something like that, Cam had never really been good with fables. His eyes scanned the room, checking for any signs of life that shouldn't be there. Honestly, the only life he was accustomed to seeing in this dorm, other than Woody, was Woody's best friend Jessie. He didn't mind her presence, though she was so friendly he couldn't imagine anyone minding having her around. It should, he supposed, bother him that Woody preferred a female best friend over him, but he understood. Jessie was like Woody's little sister and Cam would never even think about coming between that. Besides, if he was allowed to have other friends, it only seem fitting that Woody be allowed more than one as well.

"See, it's not that much of a mess," Woody said and Cam couldn't help but laugh. "Oh no, it's messy as ever. It does smell cleaner, though. Have you installed a new set of air fresheners or something?" he asked, stalling actually going into Woody's dorm. Though he'd assured Woody that he was no longer afraid of creatures lurking in the room, there was some fear behind his hesitance. Also the mess was a little repelling. He over-looked it, though, and grinned at his friend, reaching up and knocking the hat off of his head good-naturedly. "Nah, I honestly see some improvement. Maybe I'm rubbing off on you."

Cam considered telling Woody about his run-in with Emily, but decided not to, instead smiling and side-stepping Woody and entering the room. He looked around for a moment, trying to find a safe place to sit before clearing a spot on the bed for him to sit. "So what's new with you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and pulling his jacket off. He looked around once more before resting his jacket on the same chair Jessie's jacket's rested on.

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Woody turned back to look at his room as Cam raised an eyebrow at him. His normally massive pile of clothes all over the floor had been marginally reduced, which was definitely an improvement than when Cam last came in here. He had also picked up Jessie’s jackets, which he didn’t normally do. He really needed to return them to her later if he could remember. He had spent many nights in his room with her with him, chatting away into the early hours of the morning over anything and everything. He liked spending time with Jessie. He knew everything about her and she knew everything about him. They were bordering on inseparable but Cam was there when he needed a conversation with a boy. Woody loved Jessie but she could get overbearing when discussing the merits of boys. He was actually more than a little surprised that she wasn’t hanging around today. She was normally around but today she seemed to have disappeared. He presumed she was either looking at some boy playing some form of sport or she was with her own friends.

Woody rolled his eyes at Cam’s reply and picked up his hat, placing it back on his head and tilting the ridge. “You should see the wardrobe. If you open that door, it’ll explode,” Woody warned him, pushing papers onto the floor and sitting at the other end of his bed. “In fact, I think if you even lean against that wardrobe, it’s gonna all come out. Literally, we would be buried in a pile of clothes, clean clothes, I can assure you. That’s a different pile over by the window.” He laughed, shaking his head. “No, I’ve learned a new trick. It’s called ‘opening the window before Compulsive Cleaner Cam gets here’. Very original name.” He grinned, picking up his phone off of the bed and sliding it into his jean pocket.

“What’s new with me... Well, not a lot really. I’ve lost my ipod somewhere but it’ll turn up eventually. But, apart from that I haven’t really done anything exciting,” Woody told him, shrugging his shoulders as he looked at Cam for a few seconds. He looked like he was in a very good mood, which wasn’t that odd but it meant one thing when Woody was concerned. “You’ve seen Emily today, haven’t you? You have! You’ve got that look you get when you’ve seen her. When? Tell me everything!” Woody grabbed his pillow and hit Cam playfully with it. “You come in her complaining about my room and you don’t even tell your best friend the most important piece of gossip he’s heard all day? Shame on you, Cameron.”

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[camsta]

Cam narrowed his eyes slightly as Woody nonchalantly slid his papers onto the floor. "Must you really?" he sighed, picking the papers up and putting them into a nice stack before placing them on the desk, among the heap of other papers. "What even are these?! Old receipts, old school work...there's this new thing they've invented, see. It's called a trash bin and that's actually where people are putting old paper's these days," he teased, flopping back down onto Woody's bed and leaning against the wall. "It’s called ‘opening the window before Compulsive Cleaner Cam gets here’. Very original name." Cam laughed at that. "Well at least you're learning something here at J. Cricket."

Aside from the mess, spending time in Woody's room was him with nice. There was no current roommate to distract them. Then again, Cam didn't currently have a roommate either. However, in the Regius house there were gobs of princesses, always singing and dancing and flouncing around as if they owned the place. Did they not realize that there were actually boys there too? However much he liked girls, Cam could not get over how some of them had a compulsive need to be liked, or listened to. He liked a girl that would listen to him as well, or provide intelligent insight. A girl who didn't care much what others thought of her, much less how her hair looked at all hours of the day. Yes, Woody's dorm was definitely the safer choice of the two, monsters or not.

“You’ve seen Emily today, haven’t you? You have!" Woody exclaimed and Cam stared back at him with a look of shock. "I..you...we haven't...I've been here for three bloody minutes, how did you get that from my entrance?!" Cam demanded, mostly upset that he hadn't been able to bring it up himself. But how had Woody known, he wondered. Was his pleasure at the run-in that apparent on his face? He thought that he'd been keeping it rather low-key. After all, it wasn't as if they'd been snogging the entire time. Quite the opposite, just some friendly chatter. That's all their interactions ever really consisted of. "And I hardly think hearing about how I ran into a girl I hardly know is the 'most important piece of gossip you've heard all day', but nice exaggeration there, Woody," he added, smoothly avoiding all other questions.

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Woody stuck his tongue out at Cam as he started to sort out the papers he had chucked on the floor. “See? I need you to sort out things for me. Or a cleaner. Maybe both,” Woody mused, tapping his chin in thought. Woody picked up the top piece, reading over it. “Is it bad that I don’t remember buying anything on this receipt?” Woody shrugged his shoulders then glanced around his room, finding the bin and pulling it over to him. He looked inside, pulling out a pile of shoes and throwing on the floor. He moved the bin over to the desk and brushed all of the paperwork into the bin before sitting back down on the bed. “There you go. Sorted.” He grinned at Cam. “I’ve also learnt to avoid you on cleaning rampages. You’re actually obsessed with cleaning. If you came to my ranch you would die inside. We are always covered in hay or dust or mud.”

Woody chuckled at his friend’s reaction. “I know everything,” Woody said, eyes widening dramatically before bursting into hysterics. “Because I’ve known you for three years and you get this look on your face when you’ve seen her. When are you going to admit that you like her, exactly?” Woody raised an eyebrow at him, folding his arms across his chest. Woody had known for a while that Cam liked Emily, even if he didn’t himself. Cam would complain about Emily all the time, but whenever he saw her he would suddenly change in everything he did, especially since the start of last year. The pair had become more and more civil towards each other, and Woody had noticed Cam getting more and more nice towards her. It was more than obvious that they liked each other but the pair of them were too stubborn to even admit they were friends.

“How long were you going to keep this a secret? I thought that would be the first thing you would say to me rather than criticize the bomb site,” Woody asked, pulling the pillow against his chest and leaning on it. “It actually is. I’ve not heard any other gossip today. Haven’t seen Jessie, you see. She’s normally told me all the gossip by now. This is exciting to me.” Woody grinned at his friend, excitedly. “Come on then, tell me everything. I want to know everything. I think it’s only fair.”

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[camsta]

Cam shook his head. More than once Woody had attempted to con Cam into cleaning his room, and sometimes it work. Not that Cam could ever do much with the massive mess. "I think you just need a new dorm. You've practically worn this one to shreds, I think," Cam laughed. Cam picked up the receipt that Woody had, of course, let fall to the ground. "Lighter fluid, rope, and three energy drinks? Golly, that doesn't seem sketchy," he said with a smirk, his voice thick with sarcasm as he crumpled the receipt and tossed it towards the bin. The ball of paper flew threw the air and landed directly in the bin, not even hitting the rim. The action made Cam grin with pride. "You’re actually obsessed with cleaning." Cam frowned. "I am not obsessed with cleaning. I've just learned, as well all must at some point, that everything has it's place. Shoes have their place -- and not on the floor, Woody -- clothes have their place, old papers have their place, and people have their place. Your place, as it would seem, is directly in the middle of my business because that's were you always happen to be."

Cam rolled his eyes as Woody laughed hysterically, though blushed at his accusation. "No. I do not like Emily Swann," he said stubbornly, mostly to himself. "I mean...she's a nice girl, but that's just it. She's a girl. I, personally, need a woman," Cam chuckled, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. He let this thought turn over in his mind. He'd never really thought of Emily as a woman, but he'd never thought of any of the girls at his school as women. Just nice, attractive young girls. Was he himself a man? He certainly thought so. It only made sense that he would need a woman as a partner....right? "Besides," he continued. "With or without Emily Swann, I've got plenty of options," he finished, holding up a small piece of paper with a name and number scribbled on it in girly handwriting. "The ladies just can't get enough of me," he joked, laughing at his own preposterousness.

"I was not keeping it a secret! It's just not of any importance," Cam said with a shrug. It was to him, but Woody didn't particularly need to know that. "And the bomb site just can't go unnoticed. We really should name it, it's practically a part of the group." As Woody mentioned the absence of Jessie, Cam sighed. Now he had to fill Woody in, out of pitty. "Oh, fine, fine. I was just exploring, as I've already told you, and ended up in this field. So I was sitting there, minding my own business and next thing I know she was standing behind me saying hello. We chatted for a little bit, some harmless flirting...it wasn't much. She seemed tense, like something was bothering her," Cam recollected, frowning slightly.

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Woody pouted at Cam, giving him a pleading look. “But I like it here and I have a nice view of...the...” He glanced out of his window. “Maths room?” He held his hands up in an open palm expression. “Maybe not a nice view then, but if I moved into another dorm, I’d just mess that up as well.” Woody looked blank as Cam read out the receipt. He couldn’t remember what he had used all of this for. His eyes suddenly lit up as he realised what was going on. “The receipt doesn’t say that! You’re lying! Plus, what on earth would I use lighter fluid and rope for in school? The energy drinks I can understand if it’s exam week. But really?” He laughed, watching the paper land in the bin expertly. “Show off.”

“You are obsessed with cleaning. You have a panic attack whenever you see my room. That’s what I call obsessed,” Woody pointed out, narrowing his eyes at Cam playfully. “Well, my things have their place. Paper goes on the desk. Shoes and clothes go on the floor. Important things go on the bed. Jessie’s things go on the chair. Woody goes wherever he feels like.” Woody grinned at his friend. He had had a messy room ever since the first day he had arrived at this place. He was partly sure it was a way of remembering home and the chaos of his old bedroom, but the other part of him knew it was because it was the only time he wasn’t organised.

Woody couldn’t help but grin at his friend’s blush. “Says the man who just blushed. You so like Emily Swann. She’s a woman just as much as we are men. You just need to open your eyes a little.” Woody laughed at Cam’s suggestive expression. “You need more than just one woman, apparently.” He took the number out of his friend’s hand, reading the name. “Who’s this? Isn’t this the math teacher? Isn’t she like fifty five? Well, you said you need a woman. She’s definitely a woman. Well, I think so but the beard could be real...” He led down on his bed, propping pillows behind his head to look at Cam. “You are a tremendous flirt.”

“Yes it is. It’s of major importance. I am your best friend and it is your job to tell me everything to do with your life. You know everything in my life,” Woody pointed out, slipping his phone out of his pocket and checking for any texts from Jessie. Nothing yet. He put his phone back in his pocket, listening intently to Cam’s description. “I see. Did you offer her a massage under your ever so skilled hands to stop her feeling tense?” He winked at him, laughing and taking off his hat. “Do you know what I think might have been bothering her? That she likes you and she doesn’t want to because you’re incredibly annoying.”

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Cam laughed as Woody realized his lie. "Alright, so maybe it didn't say all of that. But you know what? It wouldn't have surprised me one bit if it had." He looked out Woody's window and decided that Woody was right. Wherever he was, he would be a mess and that was just something Cam would have to learn to live with. Though he sometimes wondered if he would've befriended Woody, had he known that he was as messy as he now knew. He stuck his tongue out at Woody as his friend accused him of being a show off. "Just because you couldn't make a basket if you tried doesn't mean you have to ruin my fun with name calling," he joked.

Cam frowned. "There is nothing wrong with liking things clean. And I do not, for your information, have a panic attack. I had a panic attack one time, and you very well know that wasn't the mess. It was the beast within the mess I feared. I still have girls asking if I was one of the boys who screamed, did you know that? Ridiculous. We didn't scream that loud, did we?" Honestly, part of Cam was jealous that Woody could let his room be such a mess. That's one way Cam would never be able to relax. He just couldn't function properly in a place that wasn't immaculate. Of course sitting in Woody's dorm was different. He never had to write an essay or read a text book in the disaster zone. When he was here, he was completely at ease. Mostly. " I just have a hard time believing that you, of all people, can live in a mess. What with your little control complex," Cam added with a smirk.

Cam frowned slightly. "My eyes are wide open, Timothy, and do you know what they see? A junior girl who's got a good head on her shoulders and who doesn't need the likes of me getting the way. Emily and I are...friends. That's all." Though his serious disposition was broken as Woody read the name on the paper, causing Cam to laugh. "You're so full of it! That's not the math teacher and you know it. Though I daresay I've caught her staring at me once or twice from across the room. Those algebraic equations are just so...romantic,"Cam laughed. He was a flirt, it was true. But he didn't mean any harm by it. It was just his nature. Friendly, funny, a little serious at times. He'd once told a girl that he didn't like her and she'd still run off giggling. Usually he paid no attention to it, but on days when he was down in the dumps it was a nice boost to his self-esteem.

Cam raised his eyebrows as Woody checked his phone, reaching over and ruffling his hair. "Didn't anyone ever teach you that it's rude to check your phone while someone's talking?" he laughed. He knew that Woody had been listening, though. His friend was scarily good at multitasking, something that he'd never managed to get the hang of. It was a miracle he managed to walk and talk at the same time. "First off, I'm quite certain she would have loved a nice massage, but I'm not as creepy as you, so no. I didn't offer. Secondly, I am not annoying! Well...not around girls. I can annoy you with no problem because I know, at the end of the day, you'll always love me," Cam said in a sentimental tone, pretending to get choked up at the words.

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Woody gave a mock gasp of shock, clutching at his chest. “Me? Do something extremely stupid that involves a cunning plan probably ending in detention but freeing a friend in the process? I would never do such a thing!” Woody exclaimed, giving another gasp of horror. “I feel physically sick after that now. How dare you say I would do something so adventurous and reckless.” He laughed, shaking his head. He picked up a piece of paper and screwed it up, aiming it at the bin and missing by at least a foot. “Ok,” Woody said, looking back at his friend. “You’re right about that. However you are still a show off. You should show your amazing basket skills to the girls. They’ll be all over you.” He winked at his friend. He knew that Cam was good with girls and mostly got any girl he fancied. Woody was not as good with girls, though he didn’t try very hard as it was. His plan was to try a little harder this term at the very least.

“I still don’t know how that cat, dog, wolf, beast thing got into the room. I’m thinking it had something to do with the younger kids, but then again, maybe it just grew out of my clothes like magic,” Woody mused, tapping his chin in thought. Woody chuckled as he mentioned about the girls asking him. He too had been asked about the screaming boys and had admitted it was him. Though he got a bit of teasing, most of them wanted the scary story about the beast in his bedroom so he didn’t mind too much. Sometimes he made himself out to have killed the beast and saved himself from death, but most of the time they just wanted something to tell their friends. “We did scream that loud, yes.” Woody narrowed his eyes at his friend. “I do not have a control complex!”

“Don’t call me Timothy. Worst name my parents could have thought of,” Woody admitted, shuddering. “You’re ‘just friends’ are you? Hardly. When you get around to admitting you like her, make sure you come tell me so that I can do my ‘I told you so’ dance. I will be looking forward to it.” He grinned as his friend started laughing. “She’s a fifty five year old math teacher with no husband. She sees you, a charming, dashing eighteen year old and thinks ‘I’m going to have him’ then offers you free ‘tutoring’ lessons. Next thing you know, BAM!” He slammed his hand down on the desk. “She’s got you on the desk, doing horribly wicked things to you and enjoying every second. You’re scarred for the rest of your life as the student who slept with the maths teacher.” He winked at his friend, laughing at the scenario he had created.

Woody batted his hand away, running a hand through his hair to sort it. “Personal space, Cam!” Woody exclaimed, glaring at his friend. “I was just seeing if someone better was around to talk to that doesn’t abuse me.” He stuck his tongue out at his friend, laughing. Woody had always been good at muli-tasking, one of the reasons he managed to have a messy room, work, listen to music and text Jessie all at the same time without much trouble. “When have I ever said to a girl: ‘Do you want a massage? My hands are magic?’ I don’t think I’ve ever said that. I may have thought it once or twice, but I’ve never said it.” Woody made a gagging noise. “Get me a bucket. You’re getting all sentimental on me. I do not love you. In fact, I detest you so there.”

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