Snippet #1978846

Brandon raised his eyebrow, confusion crossing his pale face. "No, of course you didn't! I'm just so not used to someone saying that to me," he smiled, taking both of Camden's hands in his own. "And I don't blame you if you don't want to do gymnastics today. You might end up getting hurt even more, and I do NOT want that. And of course I wanna go to the beach with you..."

He could tell that Camden was really shaken up by Kelly. In fact, he wasn't surprised at all. Kellan had been a big reason why Brandon hadn't been able to make any friends; it was his anger and jealousy that cast people out of his life. Of course Brandon couldn't blame it all on Kelly, though, his own constant hunt for drugs and alcohol had also left him in an anti-social ditch. "Don't worry, babe, it's going to be fine. And he IS a scam artist..a sleazy, disturbing con artist who is also bipolar," Brandon sighed, looking at Camden. But whether he wanted to believe it or not, it was his responsibility to make sure that Kelly wouldn't end up for dead.