Disclaimer: I don't own Falling Slowly or know Damian or Cameron.

Note: Heh, sorry about that cliffhanger last time, guys. Also, this is obviously the end of the song and the end of the story. Listen to Damian's version of this song; it's wonderful and was the direct inspiration behind this. Methinks he was singing it with someone (cough Cameron cough) in mind…and you? Thanks for sticking behind this story and adding it to Favorite/Alert!

Note 2: There is a vague hint in this chapter as to what one of my next full-length stories is going to be about. Find it, and you get a cookie.

Falling slowly
Sing your melody
I'll sing it loud
Loud

Before Damian could register what was happening, Cameron was kissing him. He closed his eyes, melting into the blonde's lip's touch, his heart fluttering. From behind his eyelids, he saw fireworks, and he was glad Cameron's hands were on his hips, for surely he would've fallen, the kiss made him so dizzy. Cameron pulled away.

"Oh my God," Damian breathed. "Cameron…"

"I'm really superstitious," Cameron explained. "If I don't kiss someone at midnight on New Year's Eve, I have an unlucky year. And…you were here…and I was here…" He laughed at the look on Damian's face, so stunned and amazed. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I have a gigantic crush on you," Damian blurted out. "And I have since we met."

Cameron's expression changed in a millisecond. "Wow. I, um…wow," his face paled a little, and Damian began to worry.

"Oh, I shouldn't have said that! I've made you uncomfortable…I…oh, stupid me, me and my big bloody mouth!" Damian fretted, worried he'd just ruined the moment.

"I…I need time to think this over," Cameron backed away slowly. "I'm so sorry, Damian…I just…I need time, okay? I'll…I'll call you…or something…I'm sorry." With that, he turned and ran out the door and down the stairs to wait by his parent's car for them to join him and go home. Damian's hands shook; oh, he had messed things up! He'd been kissed by Cameron—Cameron had kissed him!—and he'd been an idiot and blabbed about his crush and now Cameron was uncomfortable. Hands still trembling, he went over to the window and looked outside, where he could see the street. He watched as Cameron paced back and forth by his folk's car, lost in thought. Eyes pooling with tears, he had to tear himself away from the view, and he climbed into bed, still in his regular clothes, and he cried himself to sleep.

"'lo, Cameron," Damian mumbled at school the following day.

"Please, Damian," Cameron closed his eyes for a moment. "Not now."

"I was just saying hello," Damian said, slightly offended.

"I still need time," Cameron said through gritted teeth. "This is just as hard for you as it is for me, okay? Now just go…lay low for a few days, alright?"

"Fine," Damian retorted, slamming his locker door closed with a bang that resembled a gunshot echoing through the halls. "If that's the way you want to play the game, Cameron Mitchell, then that's how you'll have it."

"Why do you look so sad, Damian?" Mary asked him as he read to her that afternoon.

"I told Cameron how I feel about him," he admitted. "And I don't think he took it very well." He wasn't sure how to explain to her about how life wasn't a fairy-tale.

"Was he mad?" She asked.

"No, I think he was just surprised and not sure how to handle it," he explained. "He said he needs a few days to sort out his feelings for me."

"I think he likes you," she said, resting her head on Damian's shoulder.

"Why do you think that?" His heart picked up speed.

"'cause he looks at you in a special way like how Daddy looks at Mommy and he talked about you when he was babysitting me and he kept smiling and stuff," she said.

Damian blew out a puff of breath. "I…I'm not so sure," he said. "He…um, well, on New Year's Eve, he kissed me at midnight."

"He did?" Her eyes widened, and she lifted her head to look at him. "Then why doesn't he know if he likes you?"

"I've been asking myself that question since that night," he sighed.

"How did it feel?" Her eyes were big and brown and genuine.

"It felt…" he paused, trying to explain how incredible such a moment felt. "It felt a little like flying," he finally said. "Like floating in the clouds."

"Is he your Prince Charming?"

"I don't know yet," he said honestly. "But he might be. I hope he will be."

"I hope he is, too," she said. "'cause then you'd be my honorary brother, and Cameron would be like, my honorary uncle or something."

A small lump formed in his throat. "I'm…I'm your honorary brother?"

"Of course," she snuggled against him.

"Oh!" He smiled, patting her back gently. "How very sweet of you."

"Can I visit you in Ireland someday?" Her voice was muffled against his shirt.

"I'd like that," he said earnestly. "I'd like that a lot."

"Damian, hey, there you are," Cameron said softly a few days later.

"I don't wish to talk to you right now, Mitchell," Damian said curtly.

"Can't we just talk about what happened between us?" Cameron asked, speaking to Damian's back. "You can't deny that something was there, Damian."

Damian closed his eyes briefly, not wanting to—

Wait.

Had Cameron just admitted that something had been there between them?

"Did you just admit that there was something between us?" Damian whirled around quickly, nearly falling over Cameron, whom he hadn't realized was right behind him.

"Like you didn't feel it," Cameron scoffed. "You told me to my face that you have a crush on me." He put his hands on Damian's shoulders. "Damian, I've known who I am for years, okay? I know that I'm different. I dress different than the other guys, I talk different, I speak different. I'm not like the other people around him. Like you, I'm an outcast with just a few companions who understood me. But no one seems to understand me like you do." He sighed. "And as confident as I am in that I know who I am, there's one thing that I'm not confident about."

"What's that?" Damian dared to ask, suddenly aware of how close Cameron was to him.

"I'm not confident about my feelings for you," Cameron said bluntly. "Okay? I've been questioning my sexuality for as long as I can remember. Maybe it took you to fully realize that I'm not entirely straight. Maybe you and I, we were meant to find each other so that we could discover our true selves."

"So what are you saying?" Damian breathed, not quite meeting Cameron's eyes.

"What I'm saying," Cameron went on, "is that there's one thing I am one-hundred percent sure about right now. And that is that I want to kiss you again."

"What?" Damian gasped. Surely he wasn't hearing this correctly. Surely this was a dream. Surely Cameron wasn't saying that he wanted to kiss again, and he was spacing out in class again, stuck in fantasy-land.

"Honestly, Damian, you're lucky you're so damn cute," Cameron muttered, pulling the younger boy in and kissing him firmly. Damian staggered, falling clumsily into the blonde's arms. Again, the fireworks appeared behind his eyelids, and as his lips parted slightly, he found that Cameron tasted a bit like cinnamon, and he nearly swooned at the taste of it. He instinctively deepened the kiss, not caring if anyone happened to walk by at that moment. All he knew, right then and there, was Cameron.