Anything You Want
You can't tell what she's thinking; her brown eyes now a pool of amber. Your words are being exchanged through sloppy kisses and mismatched feelings. You want to call things off, because the situation is far too complex for your simple mind to analyze, but with the way that she's looking at you, you couldn't possible say no. She's sitting over on the bed, laughing, crying, or something in the middle of it all and yet she is saying more than you could say in months.
"I think love you Maya." You blurt out, and for all you know it could be the vodka talking. The stars are twinkling above you and the wind is whispering all the words you wish you could say. She's looking at you now, but in some kind of dreamy slow motion kind of way. Her blonde hair is blowing around her face, gently and slowly; and she's smiling, some kind of sweet, angelic, drunken smile. "I love you too." She hushes with her vodka drenched mouth. And she's staring at you even more, because even in her somewhat drowsy state, she knows there's some truth to what you said.
Her thin fingers are tracing the scars on your hand, and with each gentle stroke, she is melting more and more into you. You don't really know how it got to this, but all you know is the moment is starting now, here, alone, with her. You're trying to tell her everything that's going on in your mind, but your mouth can't possibly move that fast, and she's too busy kissing you to notice. Her kisses are soft and meaningful and are developing more and more into something real.
"You're beautiful." She whispers as she traces the curve of your cheekbone. Her cheeks are flushing pink and you can tell that she's embarrassed, and you look into her eyes and understand everything that she means, and it's a really beautiful thing; almost prettier than her, you think. You're beginning to sober up, but you try to hold onto whatever highness you can because it's one of the best things you've ever felt.
Her big eyes flutter closed, and once again she has left you to figure things out on your own. The room is silent, but still feels full with her warm body next to yours. You cuddle up with her and all you can think about is how soft and good she smells. You know that you should be thinking about every other thing in the world, but right now she is everything. The night is turning darker and you snuggle closer to her because you don't know how things will be in the morning.
She stirs in her sleep, and her face is resting gently on your chest. You can tell she's awake as her eyes begin to pop open. "I'm not sure how this is going to work, Maya." You whisper. "But I want to try." "Can we at least do that?" As the sun begins to rise in the darkness of the night, everything unclear in the depths of your soul is out in the open. You know that there is a great possibility that this won't work out, but you painted such a beautiful picture that all she can say is "Yes."
'Cause you know you're the one and that that hasn't changed since you were nineteen and still in school waiting on a light on the corner of Sound Exchange
Hey Guys! Just a one shot about Cam and Maya. I'm so excited for the new season!. Please read and review and tell me what you think :)