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"What did you think?" Mom asked with a big smile on her face, still holding the disposable camera in her hands.
"It's..." I said, pausing, uo find the words.
"Beautiful? Perfect? Amazing?" Mom asked excitedly, taking another picture.
"Ued," I replied carefully, pg the framed article ba the table.
"It was a surprise that David wao do. Your mom and I thought it was a good idea," Bob admitted with a proud smile on his face. "You don't like it?" he asked, his smile fading for a moment.
"Don't be silly, Bob. How could he not like it?" Mom asked, sn. "You loved it, right?" She asked me, much more serious than she had been all night.
"Yeah," I replied after a few seds, not really sure how I felt about it. "It's just that it caught me by surprise," I tinued, smiling slightly.
"Oh PJ," Mom said excitedly, taking my head in a hug. "You pletely deserve it. You have worked harder than anyone on your dream."
"It's the first of many articles that will be written about you, I'm sure," Bob added proudly, putting his hand on my shoulder.
"The final words from Dr. House were beautiful, don't you think?" Mom asked, carefully holding the framed article, looking at the neer with affe. "I didn't know the man held you in such high regard. I have to thank him."
"A bit superfluous in my opinion," Sheldon said jealously from his seat.
"Young man," Mrs. Cooper reprimanded her son, widening her eyes in annoyance, making him immediately fall silent.
"Yes, they were very kind words," I responded, ign the boy. It was impossible that House had said something like that unless Dr. Cuddy promised him something incredible.
Geie, o me, let out a weak ugh. "Everyone will be talking about you at school tomorrow, again," my 'friend' said amused.
"Yeah," I replied with a growing headache.
"I think it's awesome, now you're famous. Maybe you'll appear on television someday," Missy, sittiween Teddy and Gabe, said in amazement.
"That would be perfect. I 't wait," Mom said dreamily as if it were already a fact, carefully hugging the framed neer.
The 'party,' where only the Coopers were invited, didn't st much longer. For the rest of the night, after answering some questions about the article and giving a brief summary of its importan the medical world, each group started their own versation.
I could notice that while Teddy and Missy were talkiedly about whatever they were discussing, Gabe, who was sitting with Sheldon reading ic books, stantly g Missy, possibly involuntarily.
When the Coopers returo their own house at the end of the night, now pletely exhausted, I decided that the joke of giving gifts to my siblings had sted long enough.
"Amazing!" Gabe excimed excitedly, quickly opening the small box and taking out his portable sole and some games, ign everyone while pying on the living room couch.
"This is beautiful, thanks, PJ," Teddy said, looking at all the clothes I had bought her. For the first time since she arrived home, she gave me a big hug.
"No problem, Teddy Bear," I said, returning the hug to my sister, with the artiow hanging on one of the walls in the house in my tral point of view.
"You didn't have to get us gifts, son. It's your money," Bob said gratefully, holding his new wallet.
"Yeah, you didn't have to do that," Mom said, looking at the earrings in her ears with a big smile, obviously not really meaning it.
"Nonsehe gifts weren't very expensive anyway," I said, half-lying to avoid making Bob, especially, feel bad about receiving the gifts.
While Teddy and Gabe tinued iing their gifts iail, Mom and Bob started ing up the remnants of the party.
"Do you need help with anything else, Mom?" I asked, bringing more dirty dishes into the kit.
"Oh no, you must be very tired. Go get ready for bed," Mom said with a loving smile, insistently shooi of the kit.
"All right then," I said, leaving what I had in my hands. "Thank you very much for the party, Mom, really," I tiruly grateful before leaving the kit.
The hot water in the shower reminded me of all the exhaustion in my body. After finishing my nighttime routine and dressing in pajamas, I was pletely ready for bed.
"PJ?" Gabe asked weakly from his own bed, holding his new sole.
"Yeah," I replied, f my eyes open in the dimly lit room.
"Do you think I'll ever be in the neer someday?" my brother asked, with a hint of nerves in his voice.
"Why?" I asked, worried that the whole party and all of Mom and Bob's words had affected Gabe and Teddy without me realizing it.
"Just because," Gabe replied after a few seds of silence.
"Then answer me this: do you want to be in the neer?" I asked, lifting my head a bit to see the little boy oher side of the room.
"Yes, I think so," Gabe replied, staring at the ceiling, with the small sole resting on his body.
"Then I don't see why you 't appear in the neer someday," I said, returning to my fortable pillow. "You have much more talent than I do in other things, Gabe. For example, the guitar," I argued. "As long as you keep w hard like you do now, I bet my car that someday you'll be much more famous than me," I assured him.
"Do you really think so?" my little brother asked in almost a whisper.
"Yes, but don't worry about it right now. You're o," I joked. "For now, you just o focus on enjoying your childhood."
"You know I'm ten," Gabe muttered, annoyed but obviously amused.
"Really?" I asked exaggeratedly, "you're already an old man, you o start looking firlfriend," I joked.
"Don't be gross," Gabe immediately respohrowing one of his pillows at me.
"Gross?" I asked, amused, throwing the pillow back. "You didn't seem so grossed out with Missy earlier," I insinuated exaggeratedly.
"Missy is my friend," Gabe immediately denied my insinuation. "I'm going to sleep. Don't be gross," he quickly said, not intending to dwell oopic, turning off his sole and turning his body away from me in silence.
Amused, I allowed my body to rex once more, quickly falling asleep.
The day, after my entire m routine, when I grabbed the keys to 'Debbie,' I once again saw the framed article hanging on one of the house walls.
"Maybe not many people have seen it," I murmured to myself with some hope, despite knowing it was empty hope.
When I parked my car in the school lot, almost immediately, and before I could eve out of the car, I noticed once again how people's attention was drawn to me. I could feel a headache starting again.
Trying to ighe dozens of teenagers shamelessly murmuring about me, I quickly walked to my locker.
"Why didn't you tell me about this, idiot?" While I was looking in my locker for my things for the day, I suddenly felt a hit on the bay head with what seemed to be sheets of paper.
"Ah," I excimed, pretending to be hurt, as I discovered who it was. "Kat, I didn't know until I got back yesterday," I expined, pointing to the on the girl had used—a neer with my fa it.
"Not that, you won a Nobel Prize," Kat excimed, pointing to the neer she was holding, attrag even more attention from people around us.
"I didn't win a Nobel Prize. Dr. Thomas and Dr. Murray won it; I just helped a little," I crified quickly, raising my voice a bit so others could hear too. The st thing I needed was for everyoo think I had won a Nobel.
"Besides, I knew you were going to study at the hospital with some doctor. Dad said so, but you're 'an essential part of Dr. House's diagnostic team'?" Kat incredulously asked, hitting the neer in her hand again while reading one of the lines from the article.
"It's not much. I just read a lot of medical books and give some ideas," I expined quickly, again trying to mitigate the rumors that would circute in the school during these days.
"And saving the life of a newborn baby and his mother, that's also an exaggeration?" Kat asked, increasingly agitated for some strange reason.
"I learhe theory for helping in a delivery a while ago," I expined again.
"So it's true," Kat said, strangely defeated. "That's why Dad wanted you to e to dinner," she murmured slowly, crumpling the neer in her hands while nodding. "gratutions oicle," she tinued before turning and walking away slowly.
"Kat," I said, puzzled by my friend's behavior, trying to stop her.
"SuperStar, or should I say Hero," Brock excimed cheerfully, hugging my shoulder before I could approach Kat. "My dad was very surprised when the neer arrived and found out the local hero was the one who bought 'Debbie,' and my mom was very happy that you were my friend," my robust friend said, squeezing my shoulders while ughing.
"I'm gd the article was useful for you," I said, pyfully pushing my friend to separate myself from his embrace.
"You have no idea. Whenever I go with you now, I go anywhere I want," Brock said, doing a little dance.
"Me too. Mom didn't believe you were my friend," David said, arriving from the main hallway of the school. "She told me not to leave your side because you're a 'good influence,'" my friend said sarcastically.
"What do you mean by that? Of course, I'm a good influen you hooligans," I said, pretending to be offended, hitting my friend's shoulder.
"My mom said the same thing. She adores you. She thinks if I stick close enough to you, some of yenius' might rub off on me," Geie said, arriving at that moment and greeting everyone.
"I don't think that will work for you, buddy," Brock said, patting Geie's shoulder sympathetically.
"You're not funny," Geie said, annoyed, pushing Brock's hand off his shoulder while Brock ughed.
"How are you dealing with the attention?" An asked suddenly from my side, surprising me once again out of tless times.
"One of these days, I'm going to surprise you," I said, arying to lightly push my friend on the shoulder, failing spectacurly as An moved his body, avoiding my arm.
"You try," my calm friend insinuated, smiling slightly.
"Are you okay?" I asked, ign his joke. Looking closely at An, he had deep circles under his eyes and was a bit pale. He looked tired.
"Yeah, don't worry, 'medical prodigy,'" An said, avoiding my gaze, walking towards his locker.
The day tinued along with my headache. The attention directed at me didn't cease, not even in the . Fortunately, u time, I hadn't heard wildly exaggerated stories about the article. At least with it being written and accessible to everyohere wasn't mu to add or ge things.
At the end of school, I couldn't leave the grounds faster without breaking some w.
My headache drastically reduced while driving, feeling the wind on my fad listening to the music I had chosen weeks ago. The drive passed quickly.
"gratutions, Dr. Dun," upoering the door I always used at the hospital, Mom's fellow nurses were waiting to surprise me with the niame they had already chosen for me.
Once again, a growing headache attacked me.
After thanking all the nurses I entered, even some residents arently wao meet me, I mao head towards House's offiot without greeting and thanking the gratutions of everyone I met.
"Dr. Wilson?" Upoering House's office, the first doctor I entered was surprisingly Dr. Wilson at the louable in the Diagnostic Department, with a lot of papers and various files. He looked obviously stressed.
"Ah PJ, gratutions oicle," the man said, smiling.
"Thank you very much," I replied to the kind man. "What are you doing here?" I asked, puzzled, pointing to all the papers oable.
"His office mysteriously flooded with sewage," oher side of the room, with the same neer open c his face, Dr. House said dryly. "They have to repce the carpet, the walls, and possibly all the furniture."
"Yes, 'mysteriously,'" Dr. Wilson said, pressing his lips in annoyance.
"'I don't just see PJ Dun as an image of my younger self or an apprentice. I see him as a son whom I resped even admire. I'm proud of him,'" ign Dr. Wilson, House read with disgust, closing the neer with a snap.
"Beautiful words," Dr. Wilson said with a big smile while filling out dots oable.
"Too cheesy for ah balls," House affirmed with disdain, leaving the article oable.
"I liked it, thank you very much for your words, Dr. House. I didn't know you held me in such high esteem," I said immediately, seizing the strange opportunity to tease the man.
"You know me, kid, I'm a seal," dripping each word with sarcasm, House said as he stood up and walked slowly towards me.
"Well, I appreciate your words," I said nervously. He was obviously pnning something; his attitude and the expression on his face were clear. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to the skills b. I o practice a new suture," I tinued, pg my backpa its usual pce.
"Oh no, no," House slowly shook his head, holding my shoulder. "You and I have work to do," he tinued, grinning sinisterly.
"Is there a new case?" I asked.
"No, it's been a while since we've goo the ic, you and I, 'son.' I think it's a great opportunity to tinue your medical education," patting my shoulder a couple of times, he tinued before leaving the office.
"Be strong, PJ," Dr. Wilson said, smiling sadly while g his fist.
Outside the office, following House towards the hospital ic, "Impressive article, right?" House asked with an arrogant smile on his face. "So impressive that obviously quite a few people read it," he tinued.
"Where are you going with this?" I asked, intrigued.
"What do you think happens when a bunch of people read that there's a 'medical prodigy' who be found every week in a free ic saving the lives of anyone who needs it?" House asked, smiling wickedly.
House somehow timed his words perfectly, because just as he finished his question, we arrived at the ic doors, which were open and filled with people. Nurse Fryday, who usually worked with another the ic reception, was there with five other nurses, frantically admitting people.
"Let's see, the average sultation takes about eight minutes if you do it quickly, so if my calcutions are correct, you should be done by the end of the week," the man said, amused. "Look everyo's PJ Dun, the prodigy," House shouted sinisterly before I could stop him, drawing the attention of everyone in the ic.
House, much faster than a man with a e should be able to move, quickly dodged the small crowd of people approag me.
Everyone who came up to me started talking simultaneously, asking questions, introdug themselves excitedly, some describing symptoms, and even a few acg me of being a fraud. Almost ering me against a desk, people were talking over each other, raising their voices to the point of shouting.
"Silence!" Ihe ic, with an incredibly powerful shout, the usually sweet older woman, Nurse Fryday, silenced everyone. "Dr. House and PJ will see you in order. If you do this again, I will call the police," she threatened, moving the small crowd. The woman reached me and, grabbing my arm, dragged me ihe ic to the office that House always used.
"By the way, gratutions, PJ. I read the article; it was beautiful," the nurse said before closing the door.
"That was terrifying," somehow already ihe office, sitting with his feet up on another chair, House said falsely, holding an open magazine.
"That was unnecessary," I said angrily, walking to the bed ihe office.
"On the trary, I found it very necessary," House tered sarcastically, amused.
"I don't uand why you're punishing me," I said, rubbing my eyes in frustration.
"Oh, this is not a punishment, kid," closing his magazih fake surprise, House said. "It's just a way to prevent 'fame' from going to your head. That's how lousy doctors are made, and remember, I am your mentor," theatrically tinuing with a hand on his chest.
Before I could say anything else, the office door was knocked on and then opened a sed ter by Nurse Fryday again, with a man behind her.
"PJ Dun, I read about you in the neer," the man, about forty years old and ht, obviously excited, quickly entered, shaking my hahusiastically.
"Here you go," handing me a chart, Nurse Fryday said with a forced smile, gng sideways at the excited man.
"Thanks," I said unfortably, trying to pull my hand away from the other man as the nurse left the room.
Finally getting my hand back, I gestured for the man to sit on the bed in the ter of the offid moved slightly towards House.
House, ign the patient in the room, was pletely focused on his magazine. "Here," I said, stretg out my hand with the chart, trying to get House's attention.
"Oh no," after looking at the papers for a sed, the man responded. "You hahis, and obviously, he came just for you," House tinued, pointing to the inexplicably excited patient.
It was true; since he ehe room, the patient hadn't taken his eyes off me, smiling broadly.
Seeing the man's odd smile, I sighed, resigning myself to the situation. "What brings you here today, Mr. Robert?" I asked, reading the name and other details on the chart.
"Oh, yes, cough cough," apparently remembering where he was, the man said in surprise while obviously faking a cough. "I have this strange cough that started a few days ago," pletely ging his expression, he added. "Is everything in the neer true?" he asked, seemingly fetting about his 'illness.'
This was going to be a very long day.
Like that patient, many others came just to talk to me or see me up close. Many others only came to ask questions, incredulous of the words in the neer, and very few came for an actual medical sultation, all type oients.
After seeing dozens of patients, our shift finally ended. House, who had dohing but read magazines and py with his video game sole the eime we were in the office, was the first to notice the time.
House stood up, stretg his arms, closing his eyes with a big smile as he let out a long, tented sigh. "Sitting all day is bad for your back; I'm exhausted," the man expined sarcastically, smiling.
"I'm gd you finally get some rest," I respoo him as sarcastically as possible before leaving the office.
"Oh e on, kid, you have to admit it was fun," House said, followi of the office.
"Oh yes, I love being treated like aiimal in the zoo," I responded sarcastically to the usually bitter man while handing over the chart of the st patient, an elderly woman who was clearly only ied iing me.
"Don't be ridiculous," House excimed as we walked towards the diagnostic lounge. "At the zoo, people don't make sexual advances on the animals," he decred with an arrogant smile. "At least not so openly," he added with irony.
Ign the doctor's jokes, I tinued walking, feeling chills down my spine. I hoped the joke was just another of House's strange iions. Unfortunately, for some reason, many older women came to the office with obvious iions, no youhan Dottie or Meemaw.
In the diagnostic louhe other three doctors who should be there were now sharing a table with the still-stressed Dr. Wilson.
"Look who's here," Chase excimed, standing up with a big smile. "The prodigy of the moment," he added mogly as he approached me. "gratutions on your appearan the neer."
"Thanks," I said forcedly, feeling another pang in what had been a headache all day, ign Chase's wide smile.
"Don't bother him, I'm sure he's had a tough day," Cameron said as she passed by her colleague. "I passed by the ic a few ho," she expined sympathetically. "gratutions oicle, by the way. It's the least a prodigy like you deserves," she added with an immediate smile.
Yes, I couldn't wait for the neer article to be old news.
After saying goodbye to everyone, including those I met in the hospital corridors, I headed towards Case; I o hit something.
ging into my training clothes in Case's lot, I walked, stretg my arms.
Tim, who usually arrived a few minutes before me, was already warming up in front of Case, who was oddly sitting in a small garden chair, watg my muscur friend.
"PJ," Tim greeted me cheerfully, stopping his warm-up.
"Ah," Case said, looking at me for a few seds with a raised eyebrow, smiling sinisterly. "The prodigy is here," he added, pulling out the cause of my headache from one of the chair's armrests, pointing to my face printed in bd white.
"I knew you were smart, but not that much," Tim said amusedly from the crete floor. "I've had a pain in this shoulder for a few days, do you think you fix it?" he added, moving one of his arms slowly with obvious i.
Great, they obviously read the article. I felt foolish for hoping they hadn't read it. I could only y eyes for a few seds and sigh, "I take a look if you really ," I said, approag my muscur friend.
"Really?" Tim asked, surprised.
"Yes, despite what the article says, I'm not a doctor yet, but I've studied a lot," I expined, cheg the range of motion in Tim's shoulder. "It's probably just a grade orain. Try not to lift much with this arm, put some i it, and if the pain persists by the end of the week, you go to the hospital for a check-up at the ic," I said after examining his shoulder.
"Thanks, man," Tim said, kindly patting my shoulder.
"No problem. You should also your shoulder to press it," I said, stretg my arms, preparing to warm up and train.
"How well do you know anatomy?" Case, who had been silent during Tim's shoulder examination, suddenly asked, seemingly ied.
"I'd say pretty well," I replied. After hundreds of hours studying dozens of different anatomy books, I had the subject pretty well mastered. I could probably pass an exam at any moment, though I'd o study a bit more to ensure a perfect score.
"Really?" Case asked, raising one of his eyebrows as he stood up. "Go ahead," he said, opening his palms and tilting his head, discreetly asking for proof.
I just wao hit one of the bags, maybe practie submissions with Tim, even a small sparring session would be fine. "Okay," I said, taking off my shirt, feelied. "Scapu, cvicle, humerus, glenohumeral joint, aiocvicur, sternocvicur, deltoids, rotator cuff subscapuris, supraspinatus, infraspinatus, teres minor, biceps brachii, triceps brachii, coracobrachialis, musculoeous nerve, radial nerve, obviously the brachial artery," I began describing, pointing to where each structure should be on my own body.
I was pletely focused on the description of eaatomical structure, tinuing the anatomical journey down to my hand. "And its blood vessels, the superficial and deep palmar arches, mainly formed by the radial, ulnar arteries, and their branches," I finished, moving my hand.
Case and Tim shared a look of plete surprise. "Are you some kind of gover experiment?" Case asked, sn.
"I just read a lot of books," I immediately expined.
"I read a lot too, and I 't do that," Tim decred, smiling incredulously.
"Start warming up, shrimps, bridging, and granby rolls, then drills of sweeps and escapes, passing guard, and guard retention," Case ordered, fortunately for me, cutting off the topic.
After several minutes of warm-up, Case instructed Tim to do ground and pound drills with one of the bags that Case had obviously made himself.
"We're going to take a step further in your training," Case said ominously, with his usual frown in front of me. "How advanced are you with the notebook?" the man asked.
The notebook was one of the many notebooks Case had made by hand, detailing various submission teiques.
"I've studied many, but I haven't had the ce to practice them properly," I respoo Case, wiping the sweat that was dripping into my eyes.
"Good, we'll focus your training on that for now," Case said, taking a position on the ground. "Let's start with an armbar," he ordered, gesturing with his hands.
"Alright, you showed us you know anatomy," Case said with a small smile as we began the drill. "Right now, you have an error in yrip," he tinued as we reached what should be the armbar. "I'm pretty sure you know the range of motion a arm should have," he said, surprisingly calm despite supposedly being in an unfortable positioo my grip. "From where we are now, how you cause the most damage?" he asked.
Holding Case's arm, I hesitated for a sed. During most training sessions, I could imagihe type of traumatic damage we could cause to anyone by applying the teiques, but it had never occurred to me to think about maximizing the damage.
"Don't hesitate, you're not looking to hurt me right now, it's just training for if you ever o use it," Case said calmly, seemingly notig my hesitation. "I'll be fine," he assured.
"Alright," I said, pressing my grip and repositioning my hips, always thinking about pressing on the shoulder nerves. I kly where to apply the pressure and how to do it.
As soon as I began to apply a bit of pressure, Case tapped my leg. "Okay, stop," he excimed, making me release his arm immediately.
Pressing lightly on his shoulder, Case nodded slightly with a strange, excited smile. "Let's tinue."
And like that, the days passed. At school, each day was filled with more Christmas decorations. I made an active effort to ighe attention from my cssmates.
At the hospital, which was also filling its halls with small Christmas decorations, as House had predicted, the ic was still busy. Fortunately, fewer people were ing in each day just to try a me, and the cases that did e in were mainly straightforward.
With Case, as he had said, my training had focused on submission teiques. Each day, it became easier to apply my anatomical knowledge almost naturally to the teiques Case had already shown me.
Friday marked the start of winter break. With much more free time during the week, my friends made sure to impose pns to fill my dar.
The weekend, which I would normally spend doing something with my brothers, I spent with my friends in pns that, given the number of teenagers, seemed normal, at least in Medford: mini-golf, movies, and going to the mall to, acc to David, Brock, and Geie, meet girls. Aside from greetings mainly directed at me, none of us had any iions with any girls.
On Tuesday, two days before Christmas, after going to the mall once more with my friends and ing back from a fairly uful day at the hospital, a truck I'd never seen was being unloaded of luggage by a guy who seemed a few years older than me, quite robust, outside Meemaw's house.
"Good evening," I greeted the guy across the street as I got out of my car, surprising him as he was l one of the apparently very heavy suitcases.
"Oh," he said, letting out a high-pitched squeal and dropping the suitcase he was holding. "Oh, howdy," he greeted respectfully, immediately l his arms and ging his attitude and tone of voice upon seeing me.
"Hi, sorry for sg you," I said, approag him and my hand for a handshake. "PJ Dun," I introduced myself as I shook the robust guy's hand.
"Cameron Tucker," he said, returning the handshake firmly. "But you call me Cam," Cam tinued with a friendly smile.
"Are you reted to
Mrs. Tucker?" I asked, remembering how Meemaw had said not long ago that she had invited her family with the betting money.
"Yes, she's my aunt ie," Cam responded, seeming oddly unfortable, apparently not knowing how to stand still.
"Cameron, are you almost doh the luggage? Aunt ie says it's almost time for dinner with cousin Mary," a woman, equally robust and surprisingly identical to Cam, came out of the house, speaking in an aone. "Oh, and who might this be?" she asked, stopping for a moment surprised upon seeing me, with a smile that immediately made me feel in danger.
"Pam, this is PJ Dun. PJ, this is my sister Pam, who is twenty years old," Cam said, emphasizing the st part as he introduced us, staring ily at his sister.
"o meet you, PJ," Pam said, approag and taking my hand in an oddly sweaty handshake, with the same uling smile.
I don't like this.
"Likewise," I replied, discreetly wiping my hand as I took a small step back.
While the two siblings exged strangely petitive looks, I felt increasingly insecure. In a moment of the brief seds this occurred, Pam somehow lost, walking baeemaw's house, annoyed.
Cam, who had stayed behind, watched his sister walk all the way inside Meemaw's house before turning bae with a smile as if nothing had happened.
"What were we talking about?" he asked, g his hands together below his abdomen.
"You were unpag," I quickly said. "I have to get bae," I tinued, pointing to my house. "It leasure meeting you," I finished, feeling an increasio quickly return home.
"I hope we meet again sometime," Cam said, somewhat defeated, g his hands together loudly now in front of his chest.
Crossing the street bay house, I couldn't shake a strange sensation. Gng discreetly, I found Cam staring ily as I walked back. Why does he do that?
"An?" I called, paying attention again to my house. o my car, apparently out of nowhere as usual, my usually calm friend was standing with a clear bruise on his face.
"Hey, do you think I could stay at your pce for a few days?" An asked almost in a whisper, avoiding my gaze.
"What happened?" I asked, ed, approag my friend.
"My mom left," An admitted, seemingly embarrassed. "So, do you think your parents would be okay with me staying for a few days?" he asked again, lifting his fad seriously looking me in the eyes.
"Of course, e on," I replied fidently after a few seds, abs the information. I wasn't going to let him go bae.
"Thanks," An said, rexing his shoulders with relief in his voice.
"Hey," I said, putting my hand on my usually calm friend's shoulder. "I got your back, remember?" I asked, smiling slightly.
"Oh my," Cam excimed from across the street in the same high-pitched voice he had used when he first saw me, making both An and I turn in surprise.
Once again holding a suitcase in his hands, pletely focused on An and me, Cam seemed embarrassed upon notig our stares, quickly turning and running bato the house with incredible speed.
"New neighbor?" An asked, puzzled.
"He's Geie's family," I expined.
"And he's really gay," An affirmed, smiling slightly.
Oh.
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**Author Thoughts:**
As always, I'm not Ameri, not a doctor, and not a fighter.
I've decided not to write the article for the moment, possibly in some future special chapter like the previous one, as a tinuation or something simir.
There's really very little, almost nothing, of information about the past of some *Modern Family* characters, and Cameron is one of them. I remember not having watched the series pletely (I stopped around when Alex enters uy), and I only recall some ents made about Cameron's family, some by his sister and others by his father.
I don't really know much about his adolesce, and I'm not so familiar with his young adulthood either. I know he's supposed to have studied arts at some point, but I'm not sure if by this point in his life (18 years old) he's already in uy or just leaving high school. I'll probably think about it for the chapter, and have a pn for what I'd like to build of his character in the pre-*Modern Family* stage.
Also, for those who watched the movie *The Atant*, at some point before Christmas, An's mom (Christian and Braxton's mom) abandons them. I decided it would be just a few days before Christmas, so this is basically the beginning of An and his brothers' life with only their father.
With that said,
I think that's all. As always, if you find any errors, please let me know, and I'll correct them immediately.
Thank you for reading! :D
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PS2: It is possible that this chapter has more errors than usual, I did not have time to pletely review the chapter, in fact I am writing this the day before publishing.
