If you have not read "The Inexplicable State of Being There," then you should know that Felicia is James's cousin, Cameron is Felicia's ex-almost-boyfriend, Brody and Micki are Felicia's neighbors, and Nick is Brody's best friend. James is bisexual. Cameron is gayer than my rainbow bedspread. This takes place on Thanksgiving. For those of you who have read TISOBT, then you should know that this takes place around halfway through chapter thirteen.

Perfectly Natural, Naturally Perfect

They were the only ones left in the family room. Felicia and Brody were outside for some incomprehensible reason, and Nick and Micki were scamming more pie out of the adults, who were all still seated at the table. Cameron and James leaned against the back of the couch, facing the wall, hidden from the rest of the world. Cameron looked down anxiously. "I just wanted to say that… you're adorable."

James pouted. "Come on. Really? You're a guy. You know guys. Have you ever wanted to be called adorable?"

Cameron laughed. "But you are. You come walking in here, into the house of the girl I semi-dated for like, two weeks, and you ask me if I come here often. You're like the slut in all the movies—when they're like, 'What's your name?' and he says, 'Whatever you want it to be.'"

James chuckled. "Slut. Nice. Why does that have anything to do with me?"

"It's just one of those random pick-up-line type deals, the ones that just make me want to hug the person saying them."

"So hug me."

"What?"

"You heard me. Effie—Felicia, anyway—she said you guys made out after knowing each other for like, three hours. So hug me, then. It's not difficult."

Cameron looked nervously around at the defiant boy, with his red-and-black hair and his beautiful green eyes—almost exactly like Felicia's—and his face set in a rebellious expression. "I don't do this," he said.

"What?" The word was sharp and jagged, thrown at Cameron from the worst possible angle. "You don't do what? Like boys? Hate to break it to you, but it kinda looks like you do."

Cameron swallowed. "I'm just not… used to it."

"Don't give me your bullshit. I bet you knew you were gay your whole life, you fucking twat. You're just in denial. But look, I don't have to hang around here. You say you're not interested? Fine. I'll go find someone else to flirt with. Maybe even someone with a pussy."

Cameron flinched. "I don't… don't leave."

James looked almost apologetic before his face hardened again. "First you don't like me, and now you think you can boss me around with your little puppy dog face and your dorky little fringe haircut, and you think I think you're just the cutest thing in the world? Look, that's not how I work. I go with people who go with me. You're killing the flow." He tried to stand up.

"James."

James hated it when the people he was attracted to said his name. It made him think they cared about him. He was about to tell Cameron off for it, simply because he knew that he was the dominant one in this relationship—if it even turned into a relationship—and that Cameron would listen to him. But then he didn't, because Cameron's arms were around him, and all other thoughts were gone from his brain except for damn. Never, in James's entire existence, had a hug ever felt this good.

Cameron was almost worried. He'd hugged plenty of girls in his life, all of whom had given perfectly comfortable, genuinely nice hugs. But with James, it was something entirely different. When their bodies pressed together and their arms held each other closer, it was like nothing Cameron had ever experienced. It was simply the most natural thing in the world. He wasn't nervous, he wasn't stressed. All he knew was that being with James was like hugging your childhood blanket, or falling asleep, or drinking hot cocoa, or breathing. It was something calming and inherent, something beautiful.

James gave in and rested his head in the crook of Cameron's neck as Cameron leaned his chin on top of it. Cameron sighed softly. "I don't even know you."

"I don't know you, either. But it doesn't matter. I know I like you."

"Yeah?"

"Definitely. I like enough people to recognize the signs."

"When you're open to all sexes, I suppose you've got a lot to choose from."

James chuckled, and Cameron felt it vibrate through him. "I suppose," James agreed. "But as for now, I choose you."

"As for now," Cameron repeated, a smirk on his face. "Way to give me hope."

"Shut up! I just didn't want to sound…"

"Committed?" Cameron suggested.

"Tsch," James scoffed. "Like an eager little kid."

They fell silent. Finally, Cameron said, "We could… try it."

"Try what?"

"Try… being together."

"How, though? You live here, and I live out in fucking Galesburg."

Cameron froze. "Galesburg, Illinois?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Shit! I'm going to college there in the fall!"

"Are you serious?" James asked.

"Yeah, I'm—shit! That's…"

"Awesome?" James suggested, grinning into Cameron's shoulder.

"I was going to say fate."

James gave a disbelieving little laugh. Never before had he accepted the idea of fate, but this was too much. There was no chance that this was… chance, he thought. It was amazing. "So we could… try the, you know… long-distance thing until then, or I guess we could wait… see if we still…"

"Jesus Christ, James, I've waited eighteen years to feel like this. I'm not waiting ten more months. I say screw it. If you can handle being committed to someone 1,900 miles away, then we should… try it."

James couldn't keep himself from grinning. "I'll give you my number. And my email. And add me on myspace."

Cameron laughed good-naturedly. "Such a child. Everyone knows livejournal kicks myspace's ass."

"They're so totally two different things!" James argued.

"Whatever you say, James. Whatever you say."

"I say I wanna kiss you."

Cameron's face flushed. "I've never kissed a guy before."

James shrugged. "Same as kissing a girl, except… you can sell the pictures for more."

"Romantic," Cameron said dryly, before James turned his face up to Cameron's, and their lips finally met. And it was, much like their hug, perfectly natural. So, naturally, it was perfect.

"Cammy-boy! Jay-Jay!" Micki was calling. "The adults want you to be more social!"

Cameron grinned. "Come on. Let's go."

James smiled back. "After you. Jeez, I'm glad you met my mother before I liked you…"

Cameron groaned. "Oh, god, don't expect to meet mine anytime soon…"

James made a face. "Meeting mothers is not my strongpoint."

"Didn't think so."

"Let's go be social."

"Yes. Let's."

Moo. I love my boys. They are too precious. I feel kinda bad about what I did to them… hmm… but but but he has a story! Maybe. I don't know. Talk to my history teacher about letting up on the homework, and then we'll see about Cam's story. Keep an eye out for it, though. If it ever gets posted. It'll be called "Changing The World." It'll be short… and possibly M-rated… but I make no promises.

Actually, no, it WILL be M-rated, but I can't exactly say for sure just HOW M-rated it will be. Anyway. Review. Don't. I don't care. I only wrote this to gain insight to James's character, anyway.