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Galactica Point - mid-to-late Sunday morning

After surveying the disaster area that was the second floor common room, Cam and Kawalsky swung by Jeff the God of Biscuits bakery and then crossed over to the beach to hang out away from the hustle and bustle of the school.

"So," Kawalsky said, picking up a conversation they'd dropped up at the school. "What's the deal with all the sparring, man?"

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Cameron groaned. "God, not you too. I'm not suicidal. It just... makes me feel better."

"Nah, wasn't thinking that, and I know what you mean. Sometimes it feels good to take a swing instead of having to just sit there and take whatever's thrown at you." He bit into his bagel and then kept talking with his mouth full. "But when a guy's really into sparring, either he likes the aggression, he likes the sport or something's making him want to beat the crap outta someone or have the crap beaten outta him. You don't strike me as the normally in-your-face type, so I figure it's one of the other two. Aaaand even though we're two pretty macho guys, if it's the last one, then a guy should know he's got back-up if he needs it."

Cameron mumbled under his breath. His attempt to put his hands in his pockets ended up with him just hooking his thumbs in his belt loops instead.

"I know. Thanks," he said, meaning it. "I just... Things got on top of me, you know? And I think I sorta lost it and then I try to do something to keep my mind of it and that ended up getting my leather clad ass banned from my own room." He wasn't making much sense.

"Happens to the best of us, pal. Well, not always the leather. She could've locked you out naked. That's never fun in winter." He shivered while remembering the end to that particular relationship from his past. "But the 'things getting on top you' thing? All the time. It's quiet 'til you're bored outta your skull, and then bam! Everything happens at once. It gets better. Blows while it's happening, but it won't last forever, and you've got pals who are around to help you out if you need it. Y'know, stuff like any homework that needs doing, or any kneecaps that need busting..."

"Next time you get locked out naked, you can borrow my pants," Cameron offered as he laughed softly. "Strangely enough, I haven't been bored around here yet. I think it might have to do with those friends." He grimaced and really hoped that wasn't sand in his pants.

"Heh. Yeah, Fandom's a pretty happening place with the crowd we've got up there." He thumbed over his shoulder in the general direction of the school. "And thanks for the offer. Hopefully I won't need to take you up on it, but, well...women." That really said it all.

"Can't live without them," Cameron agreed sheepishly. "One night and I feel like groveling. Which I'll have to do anyway because John and I probably shouldn't have done the kissing thing..."

Kawalsky shrugged. "We're guys. We're meant to screw up. Then the women are meant to accept our grovelling and take us back until next time."

"Is there some sort of written rule that I can show Vala?" Cameron asked hopefully. "Because I've been screwing up a lot lately and she's going all bezerk of the sparring thing too."

"I think they burned all the guy handbooks in the 70s with the bras so the women could tell us the rules and confuse us by changing them all the time." He finished off his bagel. "Just tell Vala you've got a lot of issues to work out, and it's better to vent it through sparring than it is to go out and pick a street fight or take it out on her or keep it bottled up until it kills you."

"Yeah, but she seems to think that's going to happen regardless. That one day I'm going to blow up and hurt someone badly," he frowned and looked down at his boots. "I'm kinda scared that she thinks I'll hurt her."

"Women." Kawalsky scratched the back of his head. "I dunno what to tell you, man. Guess you gotta convince her it's just a phase, or that you're not like that. I don't know *how*, and keeping the truth from her won't work. They always find out somehow and then it's our fault for lying to them. I guess you could put on a happy face and try to convince her it's all fun. The whole 'teenage boys like to throw their weight around, but it's all in good fun' thing."

"Yeah, but putting on a happy face would be lying." Cameron pointed out. "She knows what's going on. She knows about the dreams, she knows about my dad so..." He paused. "Okay, she doesn't know about my dad throwing a hissy fit over her and if it's up to me, she won't find out either."

"Ahhh." Awkward. "Your Dad isn't so keen on Vala and her..." He tried to think of the right word. "Flamboyance? As in, 'you're too young to know what you want, knuckle down and study hard and don't let the girl distract you, yadda yadda' right?"

"Exactly like that," Cameron nodded. "It's like he's the one trying to get into the Academy. I'm not going to throw away the Air Force because I love Vala."

"Adults underestimate teenagers. They think we can only handle one thing at a time, that we can't balance anything. They think they're doing the right thing, and they mean well, but...sometimes they get carried away. Someday you're gonna have to choose between the Air Force and Vala, at least as far as not being able to see her whenever you want, but while you can? Take both, man. Keep your head straight and go for what you want - the Academy and the blonde streak. You only get one chance at this place. Once it's gone, it's gone, and as weird and messed up as it is, I'm sure gonna miss it and the people here. Study hard, but live it up."

Cameron grinned and thumped Kawalsky on the back in a buddy non gay fashion. "You're the best of both worlds, man."

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