Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

their bin, Cameron turned the light off in the closet and rushed over to his bed to put them on. Snatching up his backpack, he bolted out of his room and made it halfway down the grand staircase when he realized he was missing something.
    "Dammit," he muttered to himself as he pivoted on a dime before tearing back up the stairs and into his room where he found the clarinet he would be in need of for fourth period band rehearsal.
    Clarinet in hand, Cameron flew back down the staircase only stopping briefly in the front foyer to grab his car keys which were the last pair left on the hook in the closet. Before he could drive himself to school, he would be rushing down the stairs to an impatiently waiting mother, tapping her watch with a frown. These days were different though as Cameron was now an eighteen year old senior in high school and quickly approaching graduation.
    Tossing his bag and clarinet unceremoniously into the passenger seat, Cameron started his expensive luxury sport sedan and opened the garage door. The now three year old car had been his father's right off the show room floor but the smaller interior was not particularly comfortable for the larger man so when Cameron turned sixteen and passed his driving test, his father gave him the keys after buying himself a new BMW.
    Singing along to the radio, Cameron opened the sun roof as he made his way out of the gated neighborhood he had grown up in. A few songs later he was across the small town and pulling into the only high school in it. Glancing at the clock before he turned the car off, he smiled to himself, grabbed his bag and clarinet, and made his way toward the doors by the band room.
    Cameron entered the school waving hello to just about everyone he saw before turning into the band room and straining to hear if he was too late. His heart fluttered as he was reassured that he'd made it with time to spare. Biting his lip nervously, Cameron made his way into the back room of the band suite that held instrument lockers and doubled as a practice room.
    Walking in, Cameron blushed a bit as his eyes alighted on the incredibly handsome Morgan playing his guitar just as he did every morning before school and every afternoon after school. Coyly, Cameron took in Morgan's buzzed black hair, lean but muscular frame, and the same entranced expression he wore every time he practiced.
    Not that Morgan noticed him, though. They had gone to school together since Morgan's family had moved to the small town six and half years ago and Cameron could only remember talking to Morgan a handful of times in all those years.
    Suddenly, the music stopped. Glancing over his shoulder, Cameron's eyes widened in disbelief as Morgan came closer.
    "Need help with that?" Morgan asked.
    "Huh?" Cameron chipped out in a higher pitch than normal.
    "Your lock," Morgan said indicating the lock Cameron had been fiddling with for a few too many minutes. "You've spun it like a million times. Need some help?"
    "Ah... um... yeah," Cameron said as his mind finally caught back up to reality.
    "Here," Morgan said taking the lock out of Cameron's hand and sending his heart racing. With a few twists and a yank, Cameron's lock gave way and Morgan said, "There ya go."
    "Thanks," Cameron said peeling his eyes from Morgan's strong, handsome features to look at the lock.
    "Anytime," Morgan said curling his lips into a sly smile that made Cameron's head spin with the urge to kiss them.
    Tearing his eyes from Morgan's broad shoulders and masculine strides, Cameron looked back at his locker and began putting his clarinet inside before a question sprang to mind. "Hey, how did you know my combination?" Cameron asked Morgan just as he was about to begin playing again.
    With another sly grin, Morgan looked up and replied simply, "I've seen you do it every day."
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    "I've seen you do it every day?" Suzie repeated in astonishment.
    "That's what he said," Cameron said taking a bite of his warm doughy pretzel. It was lunch time and just as he did every day, Cameron had gotten his lunch, found his best friend and began gushing about his crush.
    "Oooooooh!" Suzie said with a grin. "He likes you!"
    "That's not what that means," Cameron said desperately. "It means I have been even less subtle than I thought I was being."
    "You? Subtle? Hardly," Suzie said with a roll of her eyes.
    "Bitch," Cameron said with a mouth full of pretzel.
    "Love you too!"
    "What am I going to do?"
    "You're going to walk right up to him and