Re: Peter Pan & Cameron
“I mean that is my number one amusement, but I guess I can settle for others,” she dragged it out as if that was the hardest thing to say on the last bit. As if she could suffer with others, but she was just messing around. Cameron craved freedom and to be away from it all. Part of that was the reason for the reckless, thrill-seeking shit that she did often. Those few minutes of that freedom before everything came rushing back, reminding her how much of a mess she really was.
Cameron was not surprised most were, she would’ve been surprised if he said she was the only one, knowing that was not possible. “The most freeing thing I ever did was surf on a car,” she admitted, and while that had been fun and freeing until her breakdown at the call from Jimmy that had been her fault, it was nothing like actually flying. “I don’t mind watching combat though probably won’t join unless I can’t find anything else. I’d rather hit up raves or car races that are kept hidden,” she told him. Those were her fun. She had nothing against fighting and found it fun to watch, which she knew she would go. Though, her idea of fun was jumping out of a place, riding on top a car, or things like that. The bigger the thrill, the more fun it was for her.
Cameron was glad that she had no attraction to him and instead was just having a good time. If anything, she could see a friendship with him, which she was fond of since she always welcome the idea of friends, especially ones who were on the same wave length as her. Also meant she only had to survive one more date and hope they weren’t like two certain men who she had ‘dates’ with this evening. “Wouldn’t it be? Considering you have this prime opportunity, you may as well make the most of it towards the right people. Cause I know a few people I’d love to fuck with,” she commented with a sly smirk at the idea. The list was short, but there were a few special people on the list who would deserve it.
She planned to get another tattoo or two at some point, but the ones on her right now were visible with the right clothing. When she was in her normal skirts or shorts, the one on her upper leg was clear since she had it there as a warning to others and a reminder to herself. The other one was visible in some of her outfit choices, bikini season, and things like that since it was on the upper part of her ribs. Her tattoos meant something in different ways, and why she wanted a few more, but she was holding off until she knew for sure what she wanted.
“Yes, and I hope we hang out again soon,” she didn’t mind making plans since this was not a concern or worry playing in her head like with the others. “If not, then I say we’ll need to make some to change that,” she offered, figuring he might be on board to cause some trouble. She knew she might need it if she didn’t find something that fit her need so it was a possibility it would happen. “Have a good night and enjoy your flying,” she told him before he vanished.