Fics like Heavy Metal Summer

I make my way to the back of the car and open the trunk, grabbing for my heavy suitcase. My dad’s voice cuts through the silence, “Is that who I think it is?” “Yes, sir!” I low voice responds. I finally yank my suitcase out of the trunk as the tall man walks towards us. He pulls his hood down as I round the corner of the car and his eyes lock with mine. His neutral expression morphs into a large, warm smile. “Lia!” he calls. My stomach drops. Cam’s the only one who’s ever called me that. He starts jogging towards me. I realize I should probably say something back to him. “Cam?” is all I can seem to get out. “In the flesh, baby!” he laughs as he grabs my waist and pulls me into a tight hug. I tense, unsure of how to respond, before wrapping my arms awkwardly around his neck. After a few seconds, he pulls away and I’m able to get a good look at him. This is not the Cam I caught frogs with. This is not the same awkward, shy, pimply teenager who made me listen to the shitty demos he’d recorded with his Dad’s old music equipment. This is not the Cam who would forget to text me back because he was playing Zelda all day.

Fics like Heavy Metal Summer

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