He just wanted to drive around, clear his mind a little bit of the earlier events and see the night life. Night time was his favorite; it was when everyone else was quiet and it was only him and the outside world, the world that not everybody knew was still alive and breathing. He was ready to drive and push his limits, maybe even go to the next state.

If only he remembered to put gas in his car.

The nearest gas station, a good ten minutes from where he was located, was open and ready to serve him. Cam's mind was preoccupied with other thoughts; he hadn't bothered paying attention to anyone else around him until he noticed a particular girl sitting in the corner of the gas station, looking down at her phone and bobbing her head to the rhythm that was coming from her earphones.

It was either sheer luck or just coincidence that he would actually spot her, and only four hours from when he first met her. He didn't know how to react. Maybe he should've acted naturally, just continued on and gone back to his car. Or he should've "accidentally" bumped into her, making her notice him. But instead, for some reason, his legs moved on their own and his arm pulled at a chair that he didn't realize was empty and he straddled it, as if he owned the entire place.

The expression on her face said it all.

She pulled her earphones out of her ears slowly, winding them around her phone. "Um…" she started, her eyebrow slowly rising.

Cam didn't know where the hell the words came from. "I'm Cam. Would you like to come with me somewhere?"

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Nikki knew she was an idiot. She never made any smart decisions nor did she ever think to care about what she did. This moment was probably the worst decision of her life.

She was riding in the car of Cameron Fisher, the same guy she had embarrassed herself in front of only how many hours ago. And yet he continued to insist that she come along for this "ride". She was surprised that the entire trip had no awkward tension. In fact, it was one of the most soothing car journeys she'd ever experienced. She even found herself relaxing into the leather seat and closing her eyes every now and again.

It wasn't until later, when he parked the car and turned the ignition off and rolled his windows down and leaned back into his seat, that Nikki felt anxious. Was he going to do something to her? Was he going to leave her here all alone? Did he have his friends quietly surround his car? Was he here to get back at her for what happened to him? She was shivering and chewing her lower lip and her eyes were flitting every which way. She felt something warm land on her lap and she nearly screamed. When she looked down, it was a warm leather jacket, way bigger than what she usually wore.

Cam's arms had moved without her knowledge, but his eyes were still closed. He rested one hand behind his head and the other on his flat stomach, drumming his fingers to a song that was in his head.

Nikki's courage overruled her own fear. "Why did you bring me here? You don't even know me. And to a cliff overlooking the city skyline? I don't get it. Where's the joke?" Despite her own anxiety, she covered herself in the leather jacket, buried herself beneath the warmth and stayed there.

Cam was silent for a moment as he took in her words. Finally, he opened his eyes and, as if he were talking to the ceiling, asked, "Do you know how hard it is to have eyes that people think are weird?"

Nikki's eyebrows furrowed. Yes. Of course she did.

It was as if Cam read her mind when he responded. "It sucks, doesn't it? To go your whole life knowing that everyone isn't staring at you because of how good you luck, but because of how weird your eyes are. To hear everyone, even strangers, call you 'special' or 'one of God's best creations'. You probably think I'm being an annoying and whiny little brat, but you know… I've never gotten to talk to anyone about this. I've never seen anyone else with eyes that aren't naturally colored. And yours are. Unless of course they're contacts, then I can't believe you'd even have the nerve to do that to yourself. Do you know how much I would kill for normal looking eyes? Do you know what I would do for someone to see my eyes and not think of how weird they are?" He let out a long, strained breath. His fists were now balled and his eyes were squeezed shut again.

Nikki's lips were parted slightly. Did she really just hear that come out of Cameron Fisher's mouth? Had he not had enough with his life of weekend parties and girls in skimpy bikinis and getting anything he wanted with a snap of his fingers? Was that really not a life content enough for him? And although Nikki had a slight distaste for him, for some reason, she wanted to comfort him. She wanted to reach out and touch his cheek and whisper sweet words that would help him feel even a little bit better.

She whispered the first words that came to her head. "I think your eyes are beautiful."

The relaxation on Cam's face was obvious. His eyebrows smoothed out and his fists loosened and his breathing became less stressed than before. Nikki had never realized just how much this actually affected him. She wanted to know. She wanted to know everything that had ever hurt him.

Cam wanted to know what it was about her. Why she seemed so genuine and innocent and why she seemed so full of life and curiosity. He wanted to know how the hell anyone could stay so moral in a world that only brought despair.

They spent six hours in the pick up together, up until the wee hours of Sunday morning. Even when the sun began to rise, they continued to talk, only now and again breaking their conversation to stare at the beginning of a new day.

It was around seven in the morning when Cam had dropped Nikki home. She was glad that no one was awake yet. She sat in the car, her feet up on the dashboard, a small smile on her face. She glanced up at Cam, whose eyes were fixated on something ahead of them. "Thank you," she murmured quietly, mostly to her thumbs that were twiddling with each other.

Cam replied with an equally small, "Thank you," with much emphasis on the 'you'. He licked his lips and ran his hands through his hair. "Will we do this again?" It was the question he feared the most. They had just spent hours talking about what had gone on in their lives, what had broken them, who had tried to fix them, so on and so on. He had opened up so much that he was afraid of her now. She knew too much.

Nikki's eyebrows furrowed together. She didn't know what to say. She figured that after tonight, what with all the exchanging of secrets, he'd never want to see her again. Why would he bother talking to her? He didn't even know they went to the same school. But he asked, didn't he? Didn't that mean he wanted to do it again? "Yes," she replied tentatively, shielding her face behind her hair.

Cam let out a breath of relief. This was what it meant to be accepted. He watched as she clambered out of the car, disentangling herself from his jacket and giving it back to him. Her purple eyes glimmered slightly and he felt his heart thump harder. She smiled one last smile and turned around, heading for the looming building. When she reached the building door and unlocked it, she turned around, gave a small wave, and disappeared behind it.

Cam leaned back in his chair again.

That was what happiness felt like.

It has taken forever for me to finish this and I apologize so deeply. Anyway, thanks for everyone who actually read this and took the time to review it. I know I could have done a better ending but I wanted to end this story so I didn't have anything else holding me down to FanFiction.

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