Four feet treaded water as they sat together along the edge of the pool, Camille's head of chocolate curls rested against his shoulder. Her fingers interlaced in his, and James could feel his pulse quicken.

Out of all the girls at the Palm Woods, Camille was the only one that made him feel that way, that nervous anxious fluttering in his stomach that was so unlike him but that gave him a high that he just couldn't describe.

His hazel eyes watched her legs sway back and forth, leaving a trail of tidal waves in their wake. Her fair skin seemed to glow beneath the cerulean blue, a gorgeous contrast to his own bronzed summer skin.

Though it seemed sort of pathetic, with his music career taking off and all of these new opportunities opening up for him, these little moments were the ones James was beginning to live for. Just an hour or so every night, after the pool closed, she'd come down and meet him. Some nights, they talked about everything, about school and work and their fears and the future, but other nights, they were perfectly content without saying one word. The warmth of her body against his spoke volumes, and he wished that he could bottle it up and keep it forever, but it wasn't his to keep.

As much as he longed for it, her love didn't belong to him, at least not in its entirety.

No matter how many times she swore that she loved him in the night, when their lips seemed to smolder together beneath the firefly glow of the Los Angeles skyline, but when the sun rose in the jasmine sky, she slipped through his fingers. Her love shifted from James to his best friend, and though he wanted to be happy for Logan, it killed him inside just seeing them together.

For once in his life, James envied his friend, and there was nothing that he could do about it. Camille held all the power, but for some reason, he couldn't help but trust her with that power.

"We don't want any broken hearts now do we," she'd told him one night with a cock of her dark eyebrow and a purse of her pink lips.

What she didn't know was that she was breaking a heart, and though she invested so much time and effort into keeping Logan's heart intact, James's was breaking a little everyday.

It wasn't shattered; James longed for that sort of quickness. Instead, James's heart was slowly falling apart in chunks and pieces, a little more every time he saw her with Logan's arm thrown across her shoulders. James pretended to chase at least a dozen girls, but in some round about way, it seemed like they all just led him back to Camille, back to the end where he'd began.

Though she could be in love with two people, James couldn't, and no matter how much he searched for another girl, one more worthy of his devotion, he realized that he didn't have any more love to give. He'd already given it all away.

James didn't notice how late it was until he felt Camille's warmth fade away. She was standing up, already heading towards the door, her hips bouncing as her silk pajama shorts caught shimmers of light from the pool.

The night was over; it was time for her to turn her love.