#charlie dalton x richard cameron

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A quick Chameron drabble

Cat’s Cradle

Watching Charlie taunt and bother Cameron was like watching a cat play with a single piece of yarn– he looked like he hated him more than anything in the world, wanting to bite and scratch it anyway he could, while simultaneously giving him his undivided attention.

Toying with Cameron was just something seemingly built into Charlie’s DNA. Was it in Charlie’s second nature to bully and mangle Cameron any and every time he gets? Was there something about Cameron’s mundanity that was so fascinatingly irritating for Charlie? It was up for debate whether or not Charlie’s constant badgering was just him filling the sardonic need to bully someone the opposite of him or if he genuinely just enjoyed Cameron to the point of aggressively paying attention to him.

Charlie’s insults, his hyperspecificity to Cameron’s hates and insecurities were quite concerning– not in a negative sense, entirely, but to an extent of ‘why does he spend all his time and effort on oneguy?’.

If you even asked his friends, Neil especially, Charlie is further from a bully similar to how a Cat was further from frog, in a sense that he didn’t view Charlie as being hostile to Cameron. Neil did, however, view Charlie as a street cat mischievously poking around a dumpster while Cameron, a passionate Chef and restaurant owner, has to constantly yell at him to stop.

From an outsider’s perspective, this could be a case of one-sided bullying, but Neil suspects Cameron enjoyed delivering a scold or two.

Cameron was one of Neil’s most polite and book-intelligent friends, Charlie being the most opposite of that definition (Charlie was street-smart at least), so it came to a surprise when he noticed how much these two friends “got along”. Cameron could easily brush off someone like Charlie since he’s already experienced worse bullying than this before. Charlie could easily come up with better, funnier material than just make fun of Cameron all day. But as Neil realized, it was like trying to understand why two magnets of opposite poles stick to each other, it was inevitable.

Charlie’s incessant want to get a reaction out of someone prim and proper juxtaposed to Cameron’s desire to finally scold and/or clapback at someone for once was somehow a match made in heaven.

They gave each other their undivided attention, like the wave will always crash into a shore, or a complacent red piece of yarn dangling itself for a tomcat.

It was only a matter of time until Cameron would let himself be caught once again and let Charlie completely take him.

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uhhh I’ll tag yall later hahaha I just woke up and played with my cat and I got inspired hahah

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