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(Not) Elijah Wood (![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wee_elijah) wrote,@ 2009-11-23 22:25:00 |
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Cam Gigandet and Elijah Wood
Flipping the lighter closed Elijah takes a drag and looks at Cam as they walk along slowly. He is full from lunch, the breeze is cool, the sun is warm and his Cam is next to him. He is in heaven. "I was watching the travel channel the other day and they were talking about the fair, um, state fair I think, in Texas? Anyway, they were selling fried butter." He takes another drag. "I'd love to try that."
"Fried butter. Fried butter? Seriously? Okay, even I have my limits, 'Lij." Cam grins at Elijah and tilts his head back to the sun. "God what a good day. I needed this. I needed you," he says very quietly.
"Me too," Elijah looks at Cam with an expression that can only be described as besotted, and then he grins. "Hey, the fried Snickers were good."
"Well now that I'll give you. Even if it will, eventually, kill us. Once a year I will give into the fried goodness." Cam snorts and rolls his neck, the crackle and pop satisfying. "I wanna go to that bookstore around the corner down here. The new used one?"
"Okay," Elijah nods as they turn the corner. He glances. "The fuck?"
At a theater on their side of the street a line of people, mostly girls, mostly teenage girls, extends down the sidewalk. Some of the girls are sitting on the ground and some leaning against the wall. He glances at the marquee. "Hey, it's the other movie."
"Oh shit," Cam murmurs. "I thought I found them all," he hisses under his breath.
"Huh?" Elijah looks around. "Found who?"
From the end of the line comes a squeal that hits subsonic within seconds. "James!" Fifty heads turn toward them and Elijah freezes. "Fuck."
"All the theaters playing this fucking movie," Cam turns and tries to duck back around the corner.
Like that they're surrounded.
"Cam! Sign my shirt!"
"Mine too! Sign it James!"
Another girl reaches for Cam's arm. "Take a picture with me!"
Elijah is pushed back by the sheer amount of girls. He acquires a few inquisitive and then dismissive looks as he tries to get around the group and to Cam.
Glancing at Elijah, his heart clenching for a few different reasons, Cam tries to remain calm. There are, literally, hundreds of people lined up waiting, the multi-screened theater showing nothing but New Moon. "Okay! Okay, hey.... slow and easy, okay?" he tries, watching more and more girls head their way.
Watching his Cam, Elijah feels an incredible surge of pride and love. He thinks Cam is handsome, talented, wonderful, he knows Cam deserves this and more, deserves the roles, the accolades, all of it. Somewhere in the back of Elijah's mind, way back past common sense and good sense is a little hunched over man sitting in a chair and smoking a cigar. This little man is scowling and asking how come Cam's such a big deal all of a sudden. Ain't it Li'jay here that's done all the acting shit since he could walk? Elijah doesn't much like that little man.
As more girls and some guys surround them, wanting pictures, wanting autographs, wanting to touch, to talk to, to be a part of Cam's life for even a fleeting moment Elijah frowns. He remembers this, the feeling of being swept away, and remembers that you can literally be swept away. He moves forward, trying to wade into the crowd to get to Cam.
"Elijah Wood! Oh my God! Elijah!" A subset of older Twilight fans break away from the group, surrounding Elijah now, blocking him from Cam's view. Cam finally raises his voice above the crowd.
"Hey!" he yells out. "Hey! Everybody step back one step and be careful of the person behind you! I'll stay for a while if you'll be careful of each other!"
Elijah signs a few autographs, taking one picture as he tries to keep an eye on Cam.
The people around Cam settle some, calming as they become charmed by Cam's easy smile and manner with them.
He's a natural, Elijah thinks.
Cam catches his eye and smiles, turning around when he hears the sound of crying. "Hey guys. She's little!" he warns, easing an arm around the little girl and shielding her with his body. "Give her a break, dudes." He bends low by her ear and murmurs something, grinning when she giggles, and then laughs.
Eat him with a spoon, Elijah thinks with a smile. A goddamn spoon. He glances toward the theater. "Hey guys, I think they're opening the doors." He points as the people left in line begin to move inside.
With last looks, requests for autographs and photos the people reluctantly depart, glancing back and aiming cell phones toward Cam.
"Wow," Elijah says.
Cam gives them a last wave and blows out a breath. "Wow is right. I'm kind of glad I don't rate higher than the movie," he says with a laugh, his hand trembling with adrenaline as he runs it through his hair.
"You were amazing," Elijah says. "They love you. Shit, you're like a rock star to them."
Cam shakes his head. "It'll pass soon enough. At least I don't get hurt and have my clothes torn off like Pattison." Shaking his head, he grins at Elijah. "Shit. Let's go get a drink."
"Or three," Elijah says, pointing to the sidewalk behind them. "Bookstore some other day?"
"Yeah. I think so," Cam shakes his head, and then catches Elijah in a headlock, just for a moment. "Love you, you fuckin' hobbit."
"Yeah," Elijah says, "yeah man, love you too..."
Elijah pushed his pizza away. "So that was pretty wild, today, huh?"
"Yeah it was." Yawning, Cam swings around on the couch, his head in Elijah's lap. "Could have been a whole lot worse."
Nodding Elijah brushes Cam's hair off his forehead. "Much worse." He runs his fingers over Cam's face. "You'll have go get used to it."
"Nah, my time is almost over. Once they all see New Moon it'll be Robert again, and someone else. Probably Lautner. The stuff I'm doing now isn't likely to get me that kind of a following."
"You're better then all of them." Elijah played his fingers over Cam's mouth, frowning.
Elijah's thighs tense with his thoughts beneath Cam's head and he watches him closely for a moment. He checks the sigh sitting heavy in his chest, reaching up to trace a finger over Elijah's furrowed brow. "What's up?"
"Nothing," Elijah says. "I," he smiles. "You gonna still 'member me when you're a super star?"
"'Lij. No. No I'm sorry. When I become a super star I'm going to run off with Madonna and have eight babies. I'm sure she'll be done with whoever she's with by then," Cam says dryly.
"Yeah," Elijah says seriously. "You're definitely gay." He smiles. "But if you hang out with Madonna you'll need to be dipped in alcohol after it." He's quiet for a bit and when he speaks he's whispering. "I'm, I'm a little jealous."
Cam nods, taking his hand and smoothing his thumb over the back. "Kind of nostalgic for you, huh?"
"Nostalgic?" Elijah repeats. "Shit, it wasn't fifty years ago. I'm old news, but not ancient news."
Rolling his eyes, Cam sits up. "I didn't mean that for fuck's sake. It was five years ago. And you were Frodol for God's sake. I was just James. And by this weekend, with the new movie out, those people will forget all about me. I understand how you feel, but I'm so fucking tired of apologizing for doing well."
Elijah feels slapped. "Apologizing? I never fucking asked you to feel sorry for me!" He blinks. "For doing well!” He stills. “Shit, jesus,” he says, reaching for Cam. “I got to stop this. I love you. I’m so damn proud of you I could fucking bust. You’re, you’re everything to me. Maybe you need to just fucking punch me.”
"Okay. Stand still," Cam deadpans.
"Uh!" Elijah says and laughs, pushing Cam. "Fucker! You'd do it wouldn't you?" He leans back again.
"Of course not, Sir." Cam nuzzles his jaw. "I love you. I love my job. I can love you both. Plus, most of my filming now is here. I don't have to go away for a while."
Wrapping his arms around Cam, Elijah settles. "That'll be good." He rests his head on Cam's. Don't ever doubt me. How much I love you, and need you. Kay?"
"Promise. If you'll do the same. I'm not going to 'forget you'. And I hope I find real, lasting success, but I'm not going to ever be a superstar, or even A list. I'm not the type," Cam says quietly. "We both know it."
"I know you're the bravest, best looking, best bodied, best hearted dude ever," Elijah says and kisses Cam's temple. "And I'm the luckiest fucker in the world."
"Biiiiased," Cam singsongs, but his smile is epic.
Flipping the lighter closed Elijah takes a drag and looks at Cam as they walk along slowly. He is full from lunch, the breeze is cool, the sun is warm and his Cam is next to him. He is in heaven. "I was watching the travel channel the other day and they were talking about the fair, um, state fair I think, in Texas? Anyway, they were selling fried butter." He takes another drag. "I'd love to try that."
"Fried butter. Fried butter? Seriously? Okay, even I have my limits, 'Lij." Cam grins at Elijah and tilts his head back to the sun. "God what a good day. I needed this. I needed you," he says very quietly.
"Me too," Elijah looks at Cam with an expression that can only be described as besotted, and then he grins. "Hey, the fried Snickers were good."
"Well now that I'll give you. Even if it will, eventually, kill us. Once a year I will give into the fried goodness." Cam snorts and rolls his neck, the crackle and pop satisfying. "I wanna go to that bookstore around the corner down here. The new used one?"
"Okay," Elijah nods as they turn the corner. He glances. "The fuck?"
At a theater on their side of the street a line of people, mostly girls, mostly teenage girls, extends down the sidewalk. Some of the girls are sitting on the ground and some leaning against the wall. He glances at the marquee. "Hey, it's the other movie."
"Oh shit," Cam murmurs. "I thought I found them all," he hisses under his breath.
"Huh?" Elijah looks around. "Found who?"
From the end of the line comes a squeal that hits subsonic within seconds. "James!" Fifty heads turn toward them and Elijah freezes. "Fuck."
"All the theaters playing this fucking movie," Cam turns and tries to duck back around the corner.
Like that they're surrounded.
"Cam! Sign my shirt!"
"Mine too! Sign it James!"
Another girl reaches for Cam's arm. "Take a picture with me!"
Elijah is pushed back by the sheer amount of girls. He acquires a few inquisitive and then dismissive looks as he tries to get around the group and to Cam.
Glancing at Elijah, his heart clenching for a few different reasons, Cam tries to remain calm. There are, literally, hundreds of people lined up waiting, the multi-screened theater showing nothing but New Moon. "Okay! Okay, hey.... slow and easy, okay?" he tries, watching more and more girls head their way.
Watching his Cam, Elijah feels an incredible surge of pride and love. He thinks Cam is handsome, talented, wonderful, he knows Cam deserves this and more, deserves the roles, the accolades, all of it. Somewhere in the back of Elijah's mind, way back past common sense and good sense is a little hunched over man sitting in a chair and smoking a cigar. This little man is scowling and asking how come Cam's such a big deal all of a sudden. Ain't it Li'jay here that's done all the acting shit since he could walk? Elijah doesn't much like that little man.
As more girls and some guys surround them, wanting pictures, wanting autographs, wanting to touch, to talk to, to be a part of Cam's life for even a fleeting moment Elijah frowns. He remembers this, the feeling of being swept away, and remembers that you can literally be swept away. He moves forward, trying to wade into the crowd to get to Cam.
"Elijah Wood! Oh my God! Elijah!" A subset of older Twilight fans break away from the group, surrounding Elijah now, blocking him from Cam's view. Cam finally raises his voice above the crowd.
"Hey!" he yells out. "Hey! Everybody step back one step and be careful of the person behind you! I'll stay for a while if you'll be careful of each other!"
Elijah signs a few autographs, taking one picture as he tries to keep an eye on Cam.
The people around Cam settle some, calming as they become charmed by Cam's easy smile and manner with them.
He's a natural, Elijah thinks.
Cam catches his eye and smiles, turning around when he hears the sound of crying. "Hey guys. She's little!" he warns, easing an arm around the little girl and shielding her with his body. "Give her a break, dudes." He bends low by her ear and murmurs something, grinning when she giggles, and then laughs.
Eat him with a spoon, Elijah thinks with a smile. A goddamn spoon. He glances toward the theater. "Hey guys, I think they're opening the doors." He points as the people left in line begin to move inside.
With last looks, requests for autographs and photos the people reluctantly depart, glancing back and aiming cell phones toward Cam.
"Wow," Elijah says.
Cam gives them a last wave and blows out a breath. "Wow is right. I'm kind of glad I don't rate higher than the movie," he says with a laugh, his hand trembling with adrenaline as he runs it through his hair.
"You were amazing," Elijah says. "They love you. Shit, you're like a rock star to them."
Cam shakes his head. "It'll pass soon enough. At least I don't get hurt and have my clothes torn off like Pattison." Shaking his head, he grins at Elijah. "Shit. Let's go get a drink."
"Or three," Elijah says, pointing to the sidewalk behind them. "Bookstore some other day?"
"Yeah. I think so," Cam shakes his head, and then catches Elijah in a headlock, just for a moment. "Love you, you fuckin' hobbit."
"Yeah," Elijah says, "yeah man, love you too..."
Elijah pushed his pizza away. "So that was pretty wild, today, huh?"
"Yeah it was." Yawning, Cam swings around on the couch, his head in Elijah's lap. "Could have been a whole lot worse."
Nodding Elijah brushes Cam's hair off his forehead. "Much worse." He runs his fingers over Cam's face. "You'll have go get used to it."
"Nah, my time is almost over. Once they all see New Moon it'll be Robert again, and someone else. Probably Lautner. The stuff I'm doing now isn't likely to get me that kind of a following."
"You're better then all of them." Elijah played his fingers over Cam's mouth, frowning.
Elijah's thighs tense with his thoughts beneath Cam's head and he watches him closely for a moment. He checks the sigh sitting heavy in his chest, reaching up to trace a finger over Elijah's furrowed brow. "What's up?"
"Nothing," Elijah says. "I," he smiles. "You gonna still 'member me when you're a super star?"
"'Lij. No. No I'm sorry. When I become a super star I'm going to run off with Madonna and have eight babies. I'm sure she'll be done with whoever she's with by then," Cam says dryly.
"Yeah," Elijah says seriously. "You're definitely gay." He smiles. "But if you hang out with Madonna you'll need to be dipped in alcohol after it." He's quiet for a bit and when he speaks he's whispering. "I'm, I'm a little jealous."
Cam nods, taking his hand and smoothing his thumb over the back. "Kind of nostalgic for you, huh?"
"Nostalgic?" Elijah repeats. "Shit, it wasn't fifty years ago. I'm old news, but not ancient news."
Rolling his eyes, Cam sits up. "I didn't mean that for fuck's sake. It was five years ago. And you were Frodol for God's sake. I was just James. And by this weekend, with the new movie out, those people will forget all about me. I understand how you feel, but I'm so fucking tired of apologizing for doing well."
Elijah feels slapped. "Apologizing? I never fucking asked you to feel sorry for me!" He blinks. "For doing well!” He stills. “Shit, jesus,” he says, reaching for Cam. “I got to stop this. I love you. I’m so damn proud of you I could fucking bust. You’re, you’re everything to me. Maybe you need to just fucking punch me.”
"Okay. Stand still," Cam deadpans.
"Uh!" Elijah says and laughs, pushing Cam. "Fucker! You'd do it wouldn't you?" He leans back again.
"Of course not, Sir." Cam nuzzles his jaw. "I love you. I love my job. I can love you both. Plus, most of my filming now is here. I don't have to go away for a while."
Wrapping his arms around Cam, Elijah settles. "That'll be good." He rests his head on Cam's. Don't ever doubt me. How much I love you, and need you. Kay?"
"Promise. If you'll do the same. I'm not going to 'forget you'. And I hope I find real, lasting success, but I'm not going to ever be a superstar, or even A list. I'm not the type," Cam says quietly. "We both know it."
"I know you're the bravest, best looking, best bodied, best hearted dude ever," Elijah says and kisses Cam's temple. "And I'm the luckiest fucker in the world."
"Biiiiased," Cam singsongs, but his smile is epic.
