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“Scott please~” Cam begged grabbing both the guitarists hands and attempting to drag him out of his chair. “Please Scott. Please please please please please,” he continues to beg with those sappy puppy eyes.
Scott would never admit it himself that he loves when Cam is clingy. And he would willingly stop to cuddle with him at any point because he wasn’t doing much work anyway.
However Cam didn’t want to cuddle. He wanted to drag Scott outside, in the middle of daylight, for a little cafe date.
Why was this a problem you ask? The paparazzi.
Regardless is Scott posted his outing on socials or not they would still mange to find him. Like I get he’s an iconic band member. And his guitar skills are really good. And he has nice hair. But god, let the man shoe shop in peace.
“Cam, I love you, but with everything that’s happened I can’t,” Scott reasoned, which obviously made Cam let out an obnoxious whine. “The paparazzi will be on our tails. I just want a peaceful outing with my love,” At this point Cam was staring down at Scott practically fake crying.
“Then we wear disguises. Or or you could make a post lying that you’re in the alps and we can sneak around town?” Cam started bouncing up and down excitedly as the thoughts piled in. The increasing smirk on Scott’s face was not helping. He was gonna get that date whether he liked it or not.
“Ok, ok. Cam you win.” He’s going to regret those words. Cam shouts a loud yes as he throws a fist into the air. Then he decides to jump onto Scott to hug him almost sending both of them tumbling to the floor.
“Ow Cam!” The man in question was flat on the ground giggling.
“No time Scott, I’ve already had this whole day planned out for weeks. Now come on!” He’s jumped up so quickly it would give any normal person whiplash. Scott couldn’t help but blush as he had his arm yanked out of its socket and was dragged out of the studio.
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Scott made the silly post about going skiing in the alps as a joke like Cam suggested but for some reason the media was so convinced people started making videos saying they “spotted” the famous band members, minus their dead lead singer, on the slopes. Obviously none of them were true since Scott was currently being dragged out the door by his lovely boyfriend. The boyfriend this media would never see. And Scott made sure of it.
He loved performing and making songs and meeting fans. He truly did. But the media had taken so much of his personal life from him. Blowing up at a young age from a small town in the middle of nowhere was certainly not the best way to get introduced into the public eye. I guess he just wanted to prove he could keep a secret from the public.
It was also his way to protect Cam. Not that he didn’t trust his boyfriend but he didn’t trust his fans. Some of them are weird. And he didn’t need Cam being added to that mix.
Cam had said he was fine with being in public but ultimately it was Scott’s decision since it was the public’s eye on him.
That being said Cam would never miss a show regardless of the location. He would find someway to sneak backstage and hug Scott once he came off. He could claim Cam was his biggest fan. And Scott wouldn’t argue with that.
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The day was somehow gloomier than Scott. They couldn’t even guess the position of where the sun was at with how dense the clouds were. Not less the pitter pattering of the rain droplets on their umbrella being held overhead.
Scott held the handle as Cam clung into his side. Their shoes splashed through the puddles as they crossed street. The gaps in the stones collecting more droplets from the sad clouds.
Cam being the rainbow and sunshine in this gloomy day obviously. He kept giggling everytime Scott would question where they were going. He was going to regret being lead blindly by someone who was literally blind.
“Cam I swear to god if you jump in other puddle I’m going to close the umbrella,” Scott threatened pulling against his boyfriends will to live out child like wonder. Neither of them were wearing rain boots and he was not in the mood for soggy socks.
“Sorry sorry. You can close the umbrella anyway, we’re here now.” Cam turned their bodies to the glass windows of a pottery painting cafe. Cam opened the door with a little ringing of a bell. The warmth drifted out into the rain.
Scott shook out the lingering water drops and placed the umbrella in the rack by the door.
The smell of coffee beans was instant. The sound of the bean grinder echoed throughout the walls oddly calming. It was only them, the baristas and another couple on this fine Tuesday morning.
Cam strutted up to the counter greeting the barista with ease. Scott was not so much at ease. The barista in question had deep blue hair, many face piercings and yet a sweet grin on their face. They did the standard greeting gaining the reply “a reservation for Cam,” and they nodded pointing over to the painting instructions.
Scott had done this before, he remembered the rules. Cam had as well but he can barely remember what he ate for breakfast that morning and it was only 11am.
Scott continued to stare absentmindedly around the cafe, the walls were shelved with different pottery pieces waiting to be painted from plates to bowls and mugs to sculptures of plants and animals. To many choice for someone with decision making issues but Scott knew he was gonna pick a vase.
He wondered away from Cam to look at his options. Theres tall ones, short ones, ones that curl in at the top and ones the flank out at the top, perfect. He selects a medium sized base that opens out at the top almost like a blooming angels trumpet. He walks carefully to the table Cam sat at near the windows of the room.
“I ordered you a cinnamon latte with a hint of nutmeg,” Cam told as he shucked off his rain coat onto the back of his chair.
“Oh thanks,” Scott smiled. He started dipping the sponge into the water and lightly dapping it on the dried clay enough to make it damp.
Cam searched around the walls for his piece of pottery to paint, looking over the bowls and plates and animals and plants he selects a basic mug. Placing it on their table to wonder back and grab a few paint colors.
“Hm, that’s it?” Scott picks at Cams voice of selection. “Just the simplest mug they have to offer,”
“What’s wrong with my mug choice?” Cam responds in a crying voice. “Plus you picked a vase, what are you gonna put in there anyway?” Cam decided to fight back.
“You’ll see,” Scott winked then smiled and laughed at the blush creeping around Cams face.
The twos drinks came served in whimsical mugs. Cam of course managed to get a cream mustache from his caramel mocha, Scott picking fun at him for it and laughing even more when Cam starts to choke on the hot liquid trying to defend himself. Gosh he loved his stupid boyfriend.
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2 hours pass of peaceful cafe music mixed with the sound of coffee baking and paint brushes stroking the ceramics of the two gays making.
Their phones were tucked away in some of the many pockets on their shedded jackets unheeded in the intimate moment. Every so often Scott could feel Cams gaze pause and watch him as he worked tracing flowing vines around the turquoise base. Very Scott-esque color scheme he had going on with his favorite green and blue shades.
Cam, although he claimed he wasn’t an artist, had a similar pattern of a yellow to green background with a red flower design on top. Would make the most perfect morning coffee mug.
Their caffeinated drinks were digested, the mugs sitting emptied as they finished the final touches and turned in the pottery pieces to be glazed and fired for a nice finish. “Be back in 2 weeks” they were told to pick up the ceramics.
It’s was now past 1pm and they were both ready for a late lunch being just a few steps convenient steps away from one of Scott’s favorite sandwich places. Man Cam really did plan all this out.
Theo clouds hadn’t disabled to release the sunshine but the had stopped falling. Taking Cans hand in his as the crossed the road to receive the deliciously warm, perfectly crunch and fresh sandwiches.
Every other morning Scott would wake up laying next to Cam and look him in the eyes and go “I could really go for a tuna avocado sandwich,” and Cam had this unbent hatred for tuna, he didn’t really have much of an explanation for it there was just better fish in the sea. But he loved Scott, and also they had a really good cheesy pesto chicken panini, he couldn’t resist those loving—on fresh crispy bread—blue eyes of Scott’s.
Too happy guys, freshly stuffed with delicious sandwiches and so much love for eachother continue to wonder around the small town they lived near by.
They wondered down a path around a wooded park. Only the little squirrels that danced around the tree branches were with them. Cam pretending to chase after the unlucky ones on the ground. Scott couldn’t with hold his laughter. No one was around to hear it except his love anyway.
They trodded down the paved pathway swinging their hands entwined together. They paused under a big tree to just take in each other. It was so peaceful. Cam leaned into Scott’s hands holding his face as they kissed. A subtle droplet landing directly on Cams nose when they pulled away.
Then it was another and another and more and it was full on pouring rain with in seconds. The umbrella was useless against the restless wind. They sprinted into the shelter of their home drenched from head to toe just a ringing into laughter as they slopped around the house like a blob fish.
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Scott sat tapping hastily at his phone screen. He was righting down notes for another meeting they were having with the attorneys. Earlier he had picked up the pottery dishes him and Cam painted 2 weeks prior. Then he went back to typing, not moving an inch as Cam burst through the front door. He was rambling about something mid sentence dispersing all the items he held in his hands all over the kitchen counter.
Scott peaks over to what ever the hell this man could have possibly fit in the size of his palms to find a bouquet of flowers. Mainly a mix of yellow and red varieties, the most common for this early spring time of year.
Cam continued on with his conversation he was holding with himself not paying attention to Scott getting up and filling his vase with water then dumping the flowers in there and scooting it to the center of the island top.
“Oh and Scott I got you flowers-“ he paused searching the counter for them.
“I know my love,” Scott pointed to the vase briefly before placing a kiss on his lips. “And that is why I chose a vase.” he kissed him again.