Ok its 12:35. I've had this for like months but didn't feel like posting it. But if I don't like the results its getting then I'll just take it off. Or make it a one shot. One of the two. Anyways I love this couple but its late so I'm not going to go through this big rant thingy.
Disclaimer: I don't own it and if I did I would be to last to air any episodes.
I grin broadly at my reflection as I pass the palm woods lounge window. Then I frown. Pout. Put on a serious face. Then end up grinning again. Then as a cloud passes over the ever-sunny-sun at palm woods, I get a glimpse of what's on the other side of my stunning reflection. I can feel the blood rush to my face and my body stiffens as I face the beauty with long black tresses and warm brown eyes. She stares at with an amused expression, not mocking, amused like she's genuinely curios about what I'm doing. Soon my embarrassment melts away and the fuzzy feeling she gives me takes over. I smile sheepishly and wave to her. She laughs before waving back. I can't hear the laugh but I can tell by the way her nose crinkles and her eyes light up that it sounds beautiful.
Grinning stupidly I point to her, then to the ground in front of me silently asking her to come over. She chuckles and the shakes her head. She raises her hand and waves me over like they do in old karate movies. I shake my head and once again silently try to persuade her over. She shakes her head again, letting her curls shake with it. Finally I sigh in defeat. I hold up a finger in the universal gesture for 'one second'. She grins madly in triumph and finally nods.
It takes all I've got not to sprint into the palm woods lounge and to her side. However I can't help but jog. When I finally get there she's still at the window, staring directly at the sun. She's the only person I know who does that regularly. She doesn't even seem to realize she's doing it either.
Slowly I sneak closer to her, walking on my tip toes to just an inch behind her. resisting the urge to touch her I take a deep breath as I ready myself to shout her name.
"Don't you dare James." The warning in her voice is canceled out by the smile in her tone. I pout slightly in disappointment.
"How do you do that? You don't even look!" I whine as I walk to her side. She grins proudly as she turns to face me.
"I have four brothers James. Three quarters of those brothers are sweaty smelly jocks. Nothing scares me." She says with pride.
"But squirrels." I correct teasingly. She automatically turns crimson at my comment before lightly punching me in the arm.
"I swear the thing attacked me! Besides I told you that in confidence!" she says before turning to sit on a couch near by.
"I haven't told anybody have I?" I say with a chuckle. I sit down next to her as close as I can possibly get without seeming suspicious
"Yeah, but you don't see me teasing you about your weakness towards fire-side girls!" she says with a frown. It's my turn to blush.
"Their so cute! How could you not buy the cookies?" I say in my own defense. She giggles and I grin. I love making her laugh. Even if it's at my own expense.
"You're such a compulsive buyer!" she says with a roll of her warm brown eyes.
"You're such a squirrel-phobic!" I retort. To my pleasure she starts laughing. A real genuine laugh. I love that she can so openly laugh at herself. That's very rare in people. "What are you doing in lounge anyway?" I ask curiously.
She abruptly stops laughing and blushes. Smiling, I raise an eyebrow at this but don't comment on it, now eagerly awaiting her answer. What could she ever be embarrassed about if not her squirrel phobia?
"Waiting for you-know-who to come down for our date." She says excitedly.
Just like that the world stops. I stop breathing and the world freezes in place like a snapshot. There she is, looking ecstatic. Looking more beautiful then yesterday, if possible. It seems like there's no one but her and I in the room as her words sink in. The smile slowly melts off my face as the dull pain sets in the left side of my chest and spreads through to the rest of my body. Then, suddenly, I can breathe again and I abruptly start choking on air.
Her smile falls of her face and is replaced by one of concern. She pats my back as I continue to cough. My eyes start to water but I finally stop coughing long enough to breath deeply. It's no use. I still feel like the wind has been knocked out of me.
"A-are you okay James? Do you want some water?" she asks worriedly.
"No no." I say as I take another futile breath. "I'm fine. So he finally said yes huh?"
I always figured Logan would give in. I mean, who wouldn't? She's gorgeous, kind, funny, and one of a kind. Some people might call 'one of a kind' eccentric, weird, or crazy. I call it special. Logan couldn't last for long if he tried. (Which he did).
She grins proudly. "Yep!" she points down to the very flattering dress she's wearing. "In this outfit! It was…it was…I want to say magical but knowing you, that would probably earn me an eye roll and fake gag." she says, pouting slightly. When I don't answer she decides to continue talking. Words flow out of her mouth like water from a dam. Quick, flowing, and eventually mixing together. Somehow I find myself counting the freckles on her nose. They're very few and they're very pale, but you can spot them if you really look at her.
Her nose crinkles slightly as she grins. Despite the fact I have no idea what we're taking about I grin along with her. She truly is beautiful. A luscious lock of her raven black hair as she excitedly babbles about something or another. Grinning, I capture my bottom lip between my teeth as I just stare at her. She makes no move to remove the lock and, before I know it, I'm already doing it for her. All I can hear is a soft buzz as I take hold of the curl and twist it between my fingers for a moment. I can feel c her stop breathing, despite the fact that I'm only touching her hair. I momentarily wonder if that's weird, before putting the lock behind her ear.
She's staring at me, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, obviously confused. Whatever she was talking about probably had nothing to with her hair. Staring at her lips I wonder how she can make them look so perfect. She hardly ever uses lip gloss, let alone lipstick. However, her lips always seem to be so utterly enticing that it's hard to stop myself from-
My eyes widen as I realize where I am, what I've done, and exactly who I'm doing it too. I have leaned so far into Camille that mere inches separate us and my hand is caressing her cheek. My jaw drops and I try to pull back -I really do- but her smell is so intoxicating and her lips are so inviting. Before I know it the buzzing is all I can hear and our lips connect.
And it's like everything it should be.
My heart races as my fingers further intertwine with her hair. Breathing in her faint smell of cinnamon and cherries, I lean farther into her. I see firecrackers as her lips move in sink with mine and the faint taste cheery hard candy sticks to my lips. Darting my tongue out to lick it I accident graze hers cause her to gasp in surprise and bringing me back to reality.
Jerking back from her I take deep breathes to keep my self control. Shutting my eyes tightly I hit my head lightly against the back of my chair. What have I done? Slowly opening one I look to Camille who is staring at me with an expression between anger and shock. Swallowing my guilt I bang my head again, but harder.
"James have you heard a word I've said?" she says, her voice low. Its almost like she's whispering and yelling at the same time. Her crossing emotions and contradictory actions are amazingly awesome. And totally hot. " James!"
"Probably not considering that I just totally zoned out just now." I say quickly. I am surprised by how calm I sound. The fact that the girl I love might not only hate me, but press charges on me for forcing myself on her (she is that dramatic) should have me freaking out right now.
"I said that I might be in love with Logan. And then you kissed me." she stares at me for a moment and we both sit in an rare uncomfortable silence before she just gets up and leaves. Groaning I lean forward and bang my head on the coffee table. I'm not sure,
But I think I've just been dumped.
Aw poor James. If you don't review I can leave him like that. Sad and dumped. Well he never really went out with her but you know how James is. Dramatic. Anyway I allow anonymous review so yeah. Tell me what you think of the couple. I am truly sorry for any spelling mistake I woke up at six today and its almost 1:00 AM right now so…editing? Not happening.