Hi. I just read The Raven Cycle and this is what I do with my feelings. Goodbye.

Richard Campbell Gansey IV did not like to be called by that name, thank you very much. Nor did his mother and father ever call him that. Only his grandmother gave him silly nicknames like Richie, Rich, or Dick. Cam Gansey had only ever heard his Uncle Ronan call his dad Dick and Cam didn't think Ronan meant it in a nice way like his grandmother did. Sometimes Ronan gave him nicknames, but they all started with Cam: campfire, Camaro, Cambodia, camcorder. Uncle Adam would just roll his eyes and flick Ronan in the head when he could tell that Cam was getting annoyed (it was all for show, he liked the attention).

His name was Cam. Fact.

Cam was small for his age, six and three quarters (if you asked him). He wore glasses with bright green frames. His grandmother didn't like those very much. She thought he should have something more sensible, like his dad's wire framed glasses. His dad always said how cool his bright green frames were and that he wished he had a pair just like them. He said he was afraid his students would make fun of him though, since he already wore silly boat shoes all the time. One point for me, Granny, Cam had thought. She was a nice lady, but every time they visited his father's parents both of his parents seemed agitated after.

They were in the car after their most recent visit, on their way to Henrietta, where Cam's other grandmother lived. Well, her and about a bajillion aunts that he could never remember all of their names. Except for Calla. He liked her the best. She had a scratchy voice and thought his dad was pretty. It was funny to Cam to watch his dad get all blushy and nervous. His mom liked it, too. She always laughed and leaned into his shoulder to hide her face.

For the moment Cam watched his parents from the backseat of their SUV. It was a nice car, but it wasn't The Pig. Cam loved that old car of his dad's. He loved the way it smelled and how it was so loud he couldn't hear his own thoughts. How it vibrated and it felt like his teeth would rattle out of his head. He loved that his mom always rolled down the windows and turned the radio up when they were in it. She'd smile and wink at him and he would feel warm all over. Sometimes his eyes would catch the scar that ran through her eyebrow and his chest would start to ache because he didn't like to think of her being hurt. Other times he would catch his dad looking at her with a smile so big that he looked like a cartoon character that had just had an anvil dropped on its head or like he'd just found a lost treasure.

Now, they were holding hands. His dad was steering the car with his left hand and holding his mom's hand in his right one. It was nice. They fought sometimes, but they always made up. Sometimes his dad would just mutter "Come on, Jane…" even though that wasn't his mom's name. She would just sigh loudly and shake her head. But later she always smiled and kissed his cheek and sometimes, most times, Cam would sneak up on them in the kitchen or in the hallway or somewhere they thought they were alone and see them with their arms wrapped around each both smiling like dummies.

They always pretended they never saw him, but he knew they did. They were magic, after all.

Cam didn't know how he knew his parents were magic, he just always felt it with them.

Like right now, just sitting in the car. His mom had rolled down her window and her free hand was sitting on the sill. Her fingers danced in the wind and it felt like she directed the wind right into his dark hair. It was always messy, like hers, and much to his father's dismay. He closed his eyes and smiled as the warm air caressed his face.

"How you doing back there, Cammy-Boy?" His dad's voice interrupted his moment and Cam looked up to see his dad watching him in the rearview mirror. He tried to be annoyed, but Cam always found it was impossible to be mad at his father. Well, Cam was sure he would eventually be mad at his dad, sometime down the road probably. But, like his mother's agitation with Gansey, it probably wouldn't last long.

The sound of his dad's voice always made Cam smile. Even if he was in trouble, and his dad was scolding him about tracking in mud or talking about the importance of getting good grades in school (he was only in first grade, seriously), or picking up your dirty underwear from the floor, Cam would smile. He couldn't help it, though. He loved to hear his dad talk, to tell stories about his friends, read books, say his name. Everything about Richard Campbell Gansey III made his son smile. Especially when his dad talked about their adventures BC (Before Cam). He loved the stories about the lost king and meeting his mom and travelling the world with Henry.

So. It made it hard to not like hearing his dad talk. Which made it harder when he got in trouble and he just smiled. His mom just said he was spending too much time with Uncle Ronan.

Cam gave his dad a thumbs up and his best "congressman smile", as Henry liked to say. Cam didn't get the joke, though. His dad wasn't a congressman, he was a professor and, besides, Cam didn't even know what Congress was. Gansey grinned back at his son and set his gaze back to the highway in front of him. Cam watched him, still. His dad's thumb tapped out a rhythm on the steering wheel and, with his other hand, he brought Blue's hand to his cheek, then his lips, then back down to the center console.

"Mama, does Calla know we're coming?" Cam called over the sound of the wind. He was testing her, of course.

Blue rolled up her window and turned to him, letting go of Gansey's hand in the process so she could look at him fully in the seat behind Gansey. Her hair was windblown wild and her eyes were sparkling. She reached out a hand and squeezed his foot with a laugh.

"Yeah. She's always known." Blue smiled like she was telling him a secret and he grinned back. Not a "congressman smile", though. A real one.

His dad laughed and shook his head, thinking Blue was crazy or agreeing with her. Then, he caught her hand again. Cam watched as he tugged her closer and pressed a kiss to her palm before settling their hands on the center console once more. Cam looked between them, smiling, and as they passed the sign for Henrietta, he felt warm inside all over again.