Andy POV

After School

We planned to go to her special hiding place that she supposively goes to during lunch when she hates people.

Well that must be very often.

She told me to meet her at the fountain by the janitor's closet, so I did exactly that, but when I got to the fountain she wasn't there. The only thing there was a picture of a fist with a 'C' in graffiti writing. I was guessing that was her "mark" that she was there. Taped to the janitor's closet, there was another one of those notes, followed by a staircase and a ladder. I turned on my camera stepped up the stairs and ladder, it leading to a door in the attic.

I wasn't so sure about this, after all she could murder me up there or something.

I pushed up the door and instead of seeing the attic that I thought I would see, it opened up to the top of the roof where Camille had set up cameras in every direction.

Panning my camera onto her, she sat in the corner in front of a concrete wall covered in graffiti.

"You come up here often?"

"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged.

Standing up, she patted the dirt off of her butt and grabbed another camera off of the ground.

"So how we gonna do this?"

"I-I dunno..." She awkwardly studdered.
"You start I guess..."

Cammi's POV

"Why do you wanna kill yourself?"

"Wow, this isn't a puff piece, huh?" I sighed.

He nodded for me to continue and zoomed in with his camera.

"Just got tired of bullshit."

"Bullshit?"

"Yep."

He gave me an 'are you kidding me' look.
"Oh come on! There's gotta be more than just bullshit to kill yourself!"

"If you think about it, we work all our lives just to die. It drives lovers to cliff's edge, forces masterpiece to trash," I sigh heavily. "It paints the final brushstroke."

"More Vargas." He smiles, oh that smile.

"Mhmm."

"Your turn."

"What's the worst thing that's ever happened to you?"

He sorta cringed before he took a deep breath.
"My sister died last year."

I heard something about that. "Car accident."

He looked like he was going to say something else but he stopped himself.
"Yeah. You never really get over something like that."

"I'm sorry."

He didn't answer, he just nodded.

"My turn." He said with a sad smile.

"Back up if you wanna be in the wide-shot." I said pointing to the tripod camera set up in the corner.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Not a puff-piece." I sigh and he chuckles.

"Well... I-I... umm..."

"It's either you are or you aren't-"

"Yeah I know how that works!"

He snorts and zooms in on my face.

"Yes... I am... not by choice..." I looked down trying to avoid as much eye contact as possible. When I look up, he's biting his lip.
"But you aren't."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He says defensively.

I hold up my hand and count when I name off girls.
"Bridgit, Alecia, Miranda, Karah, fucking the whole volleyball and softball team."

"Yeah." He winks. "Ya gotta eat a lotta pussy make it to the top."

What in the... just... oh my god...

"Tell me something Camille." He stares into my eyes again and I gulp. "Are you going to kill yourself before you lose your virginity, or wait until after?"

He zooms up on my eyes and I whisper, "Is that a come on?"

"Maybe." He mischeiveiously smiles at me.

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