'Tentatively seven-ish, Friday' had become 'Seven O'clock, Saturday' because the muns can totally keep track of these things because Cam had been roped into emergency babysitting. And didn't think it was even close to a proper date to invite Dani over to help.

So things were pushed back. But Cam snagged a set of car keys and raced out the door Saturday evening before anyone could stop him, and drove up to pick up Dani. Because good Mitchell boys picked up their dates. And later walked them right up to the door.

He parked as close to the dorm as he could and went to knock on her door.

((Specifically for Dani))

Tags: dani is a hot chick, dating, molly is a monster

It was one of those nights.

The kind of night where Cam's parents were out at some social function and Ryan had locked himself in his room, and Molly was pitching a fit half the night. Cam gave up trying to control her and let her play dress up on him until she was ready to pass out. The sort of night when Cam ended up standing in the en suite in his and Danny's room, trying to scrub make up and glitter off his skin.

Tags: danny, family, molly is a monster

Cam had been ordered to take the family pet, their bull mastiff puppy Alex who was as big as Molly and about as hyper, out for a walk. Danny had disappeared from the house earlier in the evening and Cam was happy enough to take on his chore of the day, if just to get out himself without anyone demanding to know where he was going.

So he was taking a slow walk around Blueberry Hill, reigning in his excited puppy frequently.

Tags: cam and danny are dumb boys, danny

Cam was bored. And so the only solution was to text Danny.

You suck, Sunshine.

Tags: danny, texting

Just a note from my quiet self.

I will be away and quite likely internetless from the 20th to the 24th. I'm off to Vancouver some some shopping and family visiting!

-Ne

and now I will stop posting this in all the wrong places by accident.

Tags: ooc, vacation

((Drop a comment here if you need to speak to Cam. Phone, text message, email, whatever.))

"Hey, it's Cam. Leave a message."

Tags: contact

Drop a comment here if you need the mun. I will get back to you ASAP

Alternatively, I can be reached on AIM (allyourtears), MSN at the below listed email address, YIM (nerimaxwell), or email me directly (leilani_mao @ hotmail.com -- remove the spaces)

Tags: contact, ooc

Cameron Mitchell, usually preferring simply to be called Cam, was born in in small-town Kansas. His father was once a test pilot and has always been Cam's hero. Especially after the accident that took the man's legs and the family left their Kansas farm when Cam was eight. They've been living in Eschatos ever since.

He's a troublemaker around people his own age, perfectly well mannered and polite around adults. He 'sir's and 'ma'am's and will watch his mouth. But left out of the view of adults he has to impress, Cam can be found smoking (despite his parents' disapproval), going to parties and drinking, and dating older girls. Around Eschatos there has even been rumour about Cameron dating someone's mother. Completely untrue but he never bothered to refute it. It was good for his reputation.

Best friends with Daniel Jackson, Cam helped the other boy recover from social suicide (meaning Daniel dumped his very popular girlfriend), and took him into a circle very few have ever been allowed; the circle that includes Cam's family. Not long after Cam's seventeenth birthday, the family packed up and moved again, taking Cam's then-homeless friend with them.

He’s ducked outside for a cigarette. The parents are out for the evening – some social gig his mother had insisted on attending – and Cam is stuck looking after his siblings again. Not that Ryan needs to be looked after, as he’s been continually insisting. Cam had finally given up, snapping “Fine,” and informing his younger brother that if he doesn’t need a baby-sitter, then he can damn well take over watching Molly for a few minutes, cutting off any protest by informing Ryan he’s lucky Cam isn’t ditching all together. He’d snatched up his jacket and stolen outside, lighting up with a sigh of relief. It was probably nights like this that had started him on smoking to begin with. There’s something calming about sitting on the front porch with a cigarette – no matter now damn cold it is – and just taking a time out.

And Cam’s finding himself more and more in need of time outs now that both his parents are working full-time and his brother is at that pain-in-the-ass age when he thinks he’s king of the fucking world. Cam misses the days when Ryan didn’t suffer from middle-child-fucktard syndrome. He keeps telling the kid to relax and keeps wondering when, exactly, he became the responsible one.

Another sigh, this one smoke-filled, and Cam manages to get himself under control. He thinks he’ll stay out for another smoke after this one, just to make sure his brother’s calmed down too.

“Cam! Cam!”

His head whips around and he’s stubbing out his cigarette as quickly as he can because Molly is scrambling out to crawl into his lap. He’d promised himself, back when he’d first realized just how addicted he is, that she wouldn’t ever see him smoking until she’s old enough to understand that it’s a bad habit and this is one thing she shouldn’t emulate him on.

He blinks down at her a second. “Shit, Molls. What the hell are you doing out here without your coat, huh? You’ll catch pneumonia or something.” Without a second’s hesitation he’s taking his own off and wrapping it around her much smaller body.

“Cam. Ryan won’t play with me.”

“So play by yourself.”

“I don’t want to!” Molly pouts at him and Cam is immediately helpless to resist his baby sister’s will. He knows he’ll put up a show but in the end he’s going to give in to whatever she wants. It always happens that way. Little Miss Molly Mitchell has her biggest brother wrapped around her finger.

“So what do you want me to do about it?”

“Play with me.” The ‘duh’ is obvious in her tone.

“I’m busy.”

“No you’re not. You’re just sitting.”

He laughs quietly, poking her through the thick padding of his jacket. “What makes you think that means I’m not busy?” Poking quickly turns into tickling.

Molly just squeals with giggles and tries to squirm away. “You’re not!”

Cam makes sure he can catch her if she squirms right off his lap and tickles her for a few moments more, just enjoying that they can still goof around like this. He knows that next year he’s going to be going off to college somewhere he really hopes won’t have to be the University of Eschatos. He knows he’s going to miss her starting kindergarten and a hundred other things. He knows he won'’ be in town to see a lot of her growing up. Because another thing Cam’s promised himself, long before Molly was born, is that he'’ not going to spend the rest of his life in this town. It’s not a question of wanting to get away from his family, but one of needing to be his own person and find some adventure. He knows that when he’s ready to, he’ll probably settle down in a town just like this one, but that’s a long way off.

In the here and now, Cam shivers in the cold, and he bundles Molly up tighter. “Tell you what, Molls. I’ll play with you if you take a bath first. And you have to promise to be a good girl and go to bed when I say so. Okay?”

Molly nods eagerly and he scoops her up to carry her back inside. He shoos her upstairs with the promise of being right up, and pokes his head into the living room.

“Hey Ryan?” His brother glances up from his video game, question in his eyes. “Sorry, man. I know you don’t need me to baby-sit you.”

Ryan smiles faintly, and nods. “It’s cool.”

“So we good?”

“We’re good.”

“Cool. Can I play you after I’m done with the monster?”

“You mean lose to me.” Ryan laughed at him and Cam just threw his coat across the room at his brother’s head.

“We’ll see about that.” Everything’s good between them again and now all Cam has to do is get through a couple hours of Molly time. And hopefully avoid the make-up.

Tags: babysitting, family, narrative