Something Different

From your Author:

I see all my stuff as ‘one-offs’. Here we are at the final chapter: 33. You have invested enough time to read over a hundred thousand words; does that surprise you? I write to pass time and suppose you read to do the same?

Nathans’s POV

After the show and his ‘episode,’ he was restless before starting our freshman year. It seemed he needed to do something. Cam should have just been ‘The IDOL.’ But, Cam, had a plan. He interviewed strings, vocals, and he put a show together.

Cam is more than I ever thought; so much more than, an IDOL. I was doing a bunch of pre-shit, Washington State. He was spending time on something for him.

Never had a concert been done in Husky Stadium. It’s for football. The place was packed like a game. I think that was when Camron Jones saw the faces, for the first time. He never saw the faces that were watching him on TV. Millions of people but a camera with a light on; twenty-five thousand people packed the stadium calling his name.

It was billed as ‘The Kid from Idol’. A week before the first game Tickets went in minutes. Twenty-five thousand people paid up to, a thousand a ticket; and for free, you could sit on the grass closest to him. All proceeds went to charity.

Camron’s POV

When I asked him to marry me I knew the answer would be, Yes. I mean, it was just a formality. I had it all mapped out, just our friends, and a few others I had made. I did shows after my miraculous recovery from brain cancer; Camron was back in the light again.

I had done three concerts in Husky Stadium a week before each first game. And the shows started all over again. Then the question came, “Has he asked you, or have you asked him?”

“I did,” I told the female panel.

“He said, Yes, I assume,” Joy asked. I never really liked her.

“It was a maybe. I really have a picture in my mind, Nathan.” And I couldn’t hold back tears.

“Really,” came from Whoopi with a hand on mine.

“Yes, really. And I might ask a favor from you in the days to cum.”

A huge smile, “Anything.” She said back with another squeeze of my hand.

I was laying the groundwork for the wedding of the decade and Nate was being a whiny-little-bitch. Then he got all passive and shit. “Whatever you want, Cam. I’m good.” And he shrugged a shoulder.

“Really?” As I walked up slapping the back of his head.

“Wouldn’t be prudent; not gonna do it,” he said in the first Bush’s voice.

I fuckin clobbered him. I didn’t mean to, but. I mean, fuck. “Is this how it will be, Camron Jones? When you don’t like what I say, you hit me?”

“Stand up because I’m gonna hit you again.” I should have never said that. Something told me that as I shook my head.

Poor, stupid, me. I never saw it cuming. He launched a fist into my nuts; held nothing back. I knew he felt bad before his fist connected but I doubled over and fell to the floor.

“Cam. I’m so… fuckin sorry.”

All I could do was try to breathe. “Why?” I choked out.

“You really want to go for round two.” He asked; knowing.

“No. No, I don’t. You do it.” I said.

“Do what?” He asked.

“You do ‘the fuckin wedding.’” I told him.

“Now it’s, ‘A-Fuckin-Wedding???’ Fine. I will,” He told me as I attempted to get up.

“Wait. What? No.” I stammered.

“I should have punched you twice; Just tell me where and when Camron.” It sounded like a concession. I knew he was pissed when he turned and walked away.

We did cum together, there are times. What can I say? We’re boys. Fuckin Nathan. It was perfect. Me singing as he slowly walked down stopping so I could stand to look at him, and the production started.

I had begun, “I will follow you” I turned and saw him start to walk.

“Follow you, where ever we may go. And near you I always must be, for nothing can keep me away; you are my destiny.” I know.

I stood again, turned to him wondering if he’d do it. “I will follow you.” And he pointed at me when Whoopi slipped her arm in his. Both of them were in headsets.

Nathen Dickerson. If there was ever a fuckin ten? Blue tux with tails, black ruffles, And the look on his face.

“Ever since you touched my heart: I knew. There isn’t an ocean too deep, a mountain so… high it can keep, keep, me away, away from your love, away from your love.” They sang in harmony.

Phones were out, three cameras that I hired, and I walked up letting her slip an arm through mine. “He will follow you, Camron, where ever you may go. And he will follow you, Nathan.” She sang looking up at us.

We got to the gazebo and she took an extra step joining our hands turning to our friends. Whoopi is an ordained minister and was presiding over our union. I thought I was ready for this but looking in Nate’s eyes, then his smile, it melted me.

He gave me that look seeing my eyes get wet then brim over and down my cheeks. “Don’t.” He mouthed at me. I’m such a fucking girl sometimes.

“I can’t help it,” I mouthed back. I kissed his hands and turned to Whoopi who looked a little teary-eyed herself.

“Are you happy?” She asked looking at us and we nodded vigorously.

“It is probably the greatest privilege I might ever have marring these two fine men. They have written their vows, Camron.” And she looked at me.

“I can’t,” I mouthed reaching for the inside pocket and handing it to her with tears rolling over my cheeks.

She took it, opened it, and read, then smiled at me. I looked at him. “Nathan, you are my rock. Some people spend their whole life looking for someone to love them the way I know you love me.” And I nodded at him.

“I will take each breath trying to make you see how much I love you, feel joy and pain with you, and share mine in return. But most of all, with my dying breath I want to make you proud I am your husband.”

“Nathan?” She asked.

Nathan’s POV

OK. Just turn me into a big fuckin pile of pudding. I reached in my pocket and did as Cam had. I handed my vows to her. She smiled at me and said, “It’s ok.”

She looked at CJ and started. “With you, Cam, I won the lottery. You are the Ying to my Yang; always have been, always will be. If you would have waited one more day I would have asked you to marry me, and your last name would have been Dickerson, now.” And there was laughter.

“You push me to be better, challenge always in a positive way, and make me want to be better for you. I love you. I don’t say that lightly, I see it in your eyes when you look at me, please don’t ever let that light go out.” And I turned back to Whoopi.

“Rings?” And we pulled them out. Both of us kissed them and reached for the others left hand sliding the simple white gold bands on.

“You may kiss your husband now.” And that’s just what we did.

“It is with so… much pride I get to introduce, Mr. And, Mr. Jones.” And fireworks went off.

The End.

FYA.

Again another child gets laid to rest. The love between best friends, music and songs, and a happy ending. What will follow this is a collaboration with my Grandson that will be five chapters; I hope you all enjoy it.

RJC.