Code Name: Camps
Age: 18
How Tall?: 3 stars
How Lean?: 5 stars
How Fair Skinned?: 4 stars
Camps. I'm grinning like a total idiot right now.
Camps and i are taking the same course. Only thing is, he's one year ahead of me so that means he took all the subjects that i'm currently taking right now and that means same rooms and same rooms means same chairs. So i might be lucky enough to have sat on one of the chairs that he used. Indirect butt kiss.
Like Pards, I didn't really pay attention to him before. He is actually shorter than I am by a couple of inches.And his hair style, well not really style because its done in a way only to keep his hair off his forehead and uses a girl's hair elastics (is that what they're called?) to do it. That's a massive turn off for me. So why am i so much into him then? Honestly, i don't know.
It all started when he got his haircut. And at that point (without the girl elastics thingy which puts me off more than an automatic transmission ricer with too much body kits) Rye is now officialy dethroned. Bye Rye!
Plus he is a really quiet, sort of shy, type of guy and quite mysterious but not weird. And he is like the right hand guy (not a teacher's pet) of their prof. He is THAT good.
Our course really involves a lot of cars and engines. And I'm interested in those things so i took it. And our major subject involves lots of actual operation and execution of the things we learned in our lectures. And i can tell that he doesn't need lectures, he is a natural.
I remember this one time when the shop technician can't get one engine running, he immediately called Camps and damn, he got that engine running in no time.
But one of the most amazing things that i saw Camps do that really increased my RESPECT level for him was that he restored an entire VW Beetle all by himself. Well, with the help of some people but he did most of it himself. Overhauled the engine, spray painted the whole car and everything that needs to be done.
All in just a few months.
Although the interior is quite errr.. undone but everything else is fine and working. It's just amazing that he brought the car at the shop being towed and he drove it out of the shop a couple of months later. He even uses it as a daily driver. Car is his i think.
And when i hear that signature Beetle burble roaring inside the campus, i cant resist cracking a smile knowing that his foot is on the throttle.
And just like Pards. I didn't know his name AGAIN. I only knew his surname. And that's also where i derived the code name "Camps".
I learned his name when we attended a safety seminar about defensive driving. We all entered our names in a record book. All i thought was that we are only gonna be the ones inside. When i say "we" , i mean me and my classmates. I was wrong. The students who are taking the same course are in that room. So immediately, i searched the room and found him there at the back of the room with his friends. And my classmates decided to sit at the front.
Ugh.
Not only was i far from him but the front row usually gets asked about random things a LOT.
After being oriented and informed for 3 HOURS about how to drive safely and defensively and being exposed to extremely graphic photos of uncareful drivers (do they really have to do that?) I learned that our names were required so that they could type them into certificates.
And then they started to call us one by one, by the surname to get the certificates up front. My mind, which only works when the person i admire is involved, immediately waited for him to be called.
But i was called first and i tripped at the FRONT of the entire room. Fuck.
I didn't fall on my knees, no.But still, Fuck.
Whoever decided to put a massive drop on the floor at the front of the room loves to see students trip in front of their crushes.
Happy now mr. floor builder? It was only A FIVE INCH drop by the way. Or maybe three. Possibly two. Whatever , i still tripped.
Anyway, after recovering from that ego hurting moment. I waited for him to be called. And then, just as the speaker was calling his surname, the students decided to fuck everything and just go up front and get their certificates. Or maybe they just want to get close to the beautiful lady that calls their names.
Boys. Smh.
But still i heard his name and then again searched for him on Crush Directory (Facebook). And damn.
My jaw dropped.
No he doesn't have a baby or a girlfriend (i suppose). He is a very inactive user. His last post was way back in 2013. But that is not what made my jaw dislocate from its hinges.
I learned that he is a RACER.
A racer with his own Race Car
I was like Fuck times infinity. I have a crush on a RACE CAR DRIVER (spoken in a hyperventilated manner). Damn.
Now i know the answer why he makes that face everytime he drives. Focused.
You can actually tell that he has been on the track countless of times just by looking at his facial expression while he drives the Beetle. I find that one totally hot.
Or maybe he is not a race car driver and the car is not his and he just decided to post it. But he has different photos of the car and i saw other pictures in a race event so i'll just asume that he is one. Whatever.
I actually dreamed of a scenario where our school gets two random people from our course and makes them as their representative in a national race competition. And we both get picked and we are sent to a place provided by the school to stay and practice for a month. And we will buy two cars and modify the hell out of it and see who is the faster one. And we'll have fun.And we will develop our friendship.And i admit what i feel for him and he says he likes me too. And decides to take it to another level. And then the racing season comes and our team wins and the viewers immediately notice our chemistry and affection with each other and we try to say that we are only friends and its just that. But little do they know that we are in an actual relationship behind the cameras. So naturally people would ship us and stuff and makes fan fictions and edit pictures where it would look like me and camps are kissing and those kinds of stuff fans do. And then we will win again next year and then moves on to international events and we will win again and our private relationship is still going strong and then eventually we both graduate from college with our cars in a museum and we get hired by the big car companies to be their drivers in formula one and then we will break out the news that we are in a relationship and that it has been going on for years now and that were both happy and were making lots of money, buying cars, living the life. And then my alarm clock ruins everything.
But seriously, I am extremely amazed at what Camps is capable of. Truly an amazing guy.
And he always has this serious demeanor. But i find it attractive.
But when he just lets go and have some fun in the shop, he is as cute as it can get.
This one time where he was installing
insulating sheet (idk what thats called. Its a foil-like thing with foam like material in between) under the VW's roof. He actually wore the rolled sheet around him and walked around the shop like a penguin. Flapping his arms at his sides and walking like its his first time just looks extremely adorable.
Times like those when an extremely serious, guarded dude just shakes all the guards off and just lets go and exposes his hidden side is what i consider priceless.
And his goofy grin just melts my heart off my arteries and veins.
I've never been intrigued by a guy like this since Pards.
I was reading some posts on the net the other day and i read a very interesting quote.
It went on like this
"When you see him as perfect, that's infatuation, but when you see all his flaws and you simply dont care, that is love."
That got me thinking, do i love him? Because he doesn't meet all my requirements ( lol ) but he got me going crazy all over him.
I wouldn't say that he is on Pards level, but he is THAT close.
Or maybe he surpassed Pards and i just don't know it yet.
Or maybe, i just wouldn't admit it to myself yet.
Scratch that. I think love just came around again in the form of Camps.
- Ian
