CARTER, cameron jae

[CAMERON JAE CARTER]

[atrb= border, 0, true] cameron jae carter. alyssa.

hi! my name is cameron, but a majority of people call me cam or cammy, whatever. i'm fifteen years old right now, but i'll be sixteen on february fourteenth. i'm around five feet tall and one hundred pounds. i'm pretty open with it comes to my sexuality, not because i'm a confident person but because.. gender doesn't really matter to me. i guess that would make me pansexual, but i try not to label it. i've been told that i get really excited really easily. i never really noticed, probably because i'm the person. i have a tendency to over react about almost anything. i'm just a dramatic person i suppose, but i'm good at keeping things to myself. i'm really just a mixed up person. i also get really into the things that i'm excited about and i try to hype people up, almost like a walking flier... except not really. i don't know. i just like being excited about things. despite the fact that i'm always excited i like to keep it to myself. really, the only people that see that loud side of me are my closest friends and relatives. when i'm out in public i'm mostly a quiet kid unless someone is trying to hurt one of the people that i enjoy the most. i can get pretty defensive and mean when someone is being mean or harassing someone that's close to me. aside from that, though, i usually walk with my head at least semi-down. i don't have a lot of self-confidence and i don't really know how to deal with stress, but i'm learning. i've also noticed i get embarrassed or flustered really easily. because of this, i tend to blush.. a lot. really, any little thing can make me blush. whether it's a small compliment, or a statement. if you're talking to me and i find you attractive, i'm blushing. if i get in trouble or get reprimanded in a group of people, my face is red. that's how i've been my whole life, and as much as i hate it, i kind of like it. maybe that's just me coming to terms with myself. i'm unsure as to why, but i submit to just about anything people throw at me. if you're making fun of me, i just listen and stare at the ground, soaking it all up. if you're hitting me, i most likely won't hit you back because that's not the kind of person i am. i let people do what they want, even if they're just playing with me or toying with my emotions. i'm practically a doormat, people walk all over me... and i let them. throughout everything that has ever happened to me, though, i try to stay on the bright side of things. if i stew over the bad things that seem to surround me, i won't get anywhere in life. if i just look to the things and people i love then maybe one day i'll be truly happy. my mom died when i was six and my dad has been fairly disengaged since then. i think he's sad, even though he covers it up with the alcohol abuse and the mean words. i dunno, though. i guess it kind of works out in my favor overall. because my dad doesn't really care about me and i can pretty much do whatever i want i allowed myself to get hooked on a prescription drug to deal with ADHD. adderall. it kind of makes me a little crazy sometimes, and without it i have really bad panic attacks, but that's okay. it makes me feel better and more awake. maybe that's why i have trouble sleeping. so yeah, that's my life in a nutshell. i haven't really done anything inspirational or cool. i just lived a plain life in one house with one parent and i have a cat.. i guess that's pretty cool.. i make dinner and buy my own clothes with the inheritance my mom left me. i don't have any family. my life is boring. cam sighed to himself as he moved through the halls. he didn’t know why he still did everything lucifer told him to. the boy wasn’t even nice to him half the time. hell, he wasn’t nice to him most of the time. he pulled his hair and made him sore like no tomorrow. he barked orders and sometimes made him feel bad about himself. it was a one sided relationship that was probably going nowhere fast. lucifer slept with who he wanted, and did what he wanted. however cam wasn’t allowed the same luxuries. he was a completely different story. he had a manipulative, demanding, and over-protective older brother that sought to do whatever he wanted to cam whenever he wanted to do it. to be frank, cam felt like a puppet that lucifer pulled out of his box when he wanted to and only when he wanted to. he loved his brother, probably in the wrong way, but he didn’t think he could keep doing this. sometimes he tried to disobey him, but cam was convinced now that it wasn’t worth it. when the text COME OVER was received by his phone he only rolled his eyes and pushed his luck. he knew that if he didn’t go to lucifer, lucifer would probably come to him, and he knew that that wasn’t a good idea. he knew that his brother would be extra brutal and cruel to him if he had to find cam, and so he slowly climbed to his feet. i won’t be if you get over here fast was the last text cam received. he couldn’t help but just roll his eyes at his brother. right. as if the amount of time it took him to get there would play into the intensity of the scene that would soon unravel. with that, cam took his time getting to his brother’s dorm room. it took him about fifteen minutes to get there, casually strolling into the older male’s room with his arms crossed. “i’m here, just as you ordered.” he said, shutting the door and giving a little bow followed by a curtsie. “how can i be of service?” he asked rhetorically, sitting on the edge of his brother’s bed.

female. fifteen. high school freshman.

quiet.

shy.

happy.

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