Inferno Curls and Sky Blue Eyes

Dear Mr McLean,

You should be ashamed!

Your abuse and disregard of the teenagers' safety is disgraceful. As a proud mother of three, with a wonderful and caring husband, I believe that I have a right on behalf of all the mothers and husbands who respect their teenage children, well all parents really to say this to you. I will tell you that this is a warning and that if you do not change your behaviour: you-will-be-sued.

Blah, blah, blah.

Chris screwed up the letter and threw it on the growing bon-fire he had created. These people had no imagination what-so-ever. They were all the same. All thinking they knew everything, all threatening to sue-some actually suing, all critiquing him, calling him all sorts of names, all extremely, extremely long and dull.

Chris exited the house and got into the car.

He pulled the sunnies on his eyes, liking the way they hid his eyes from the curious public. He hated the cliché line Eyes are the window to soul or even betrayers of souls, but if he were ever to be a believer in clichés they would be the ones he would believe in. His tinted sunnies and yes they were Oakley's he had to have practicality and style. The practicality being that they- those people, who thought they knew everything, wouldn't actually find anything.

Pausing at the lights, he noticed some girls in the car next to him. They laughed and pointed his direction, though as they drove of, two in the back flipped their hair and arched to display their chests. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

Womanizer

A word often used by women to describe him and yet they still threw themselves at him. He smirked, what they say and do are two different things.

Not that he took advantage of it, because like-wise, with the tabloids, what was in them and what actually happens are two completely different things. He smirks once more making the women in car next to him scowl. People are so gullible and so easy to manipulate. He is as famous as he is for a reason, and it is not because he has made great carrier choices.

Oh no.

He would be screwed if that were the case. Not even his looks would get him through.

Speaking of which…any woman would want.

Going through the back way, Chris slid into his private parking spot. Entering the building, he winked at the receptionist, Scarlet, blonde sweetheart, she winked back.

-Go on through Mr McClean-

Ah, he loved her accent. A husky rogue Spanish accent, to be exact.

Chris passively made his way through the familiar corridors, often pausing to talk to people he recognised. He had been here so many times; the familiarity of the place was a strange comfort. He knew it almost as well as his own biography- a winning seller he might add. Admittedly, it wasn't a very comforting place, more likely to give people the shivers, but he owed the place.

Pulling back the curtains, he smiled at the beautiful woman on the bed.

Her rich red curls, an inferno around her slender form. He loved those curls. He walked to the bed and sat on the awaiting chair and kissed those perfect lips.

He stroked the soft cheek, scattered with freckles.

The woman did not move or open her eyes.

He did not expect her.

Sighing he looked to the tubes he had ignored earlier. Sticking through her chest, keeping the blood flowing and her heart alive.

Three years and two months he had been coming to visit. Her condition hadn't improved, but he still came.

He squeezed her hand. Rubbing his thumb in circles over the hand, hoping for some response, but knowing he won't get any.

He chuckled –People, wrote a new article about me, apparently I slept with Phyllis my publicist-

He paused. His eyes drifting to the screen that proved her heart was still beating, that she might be conscious of him. He smiled and looked to those shut eyes, intense sky blue, if he remembered.

-I love you. Always.-

She was his woman, his Camille, with her inferno curls and sky blue eyes.

Looking at the still form, he wondered like he had many times before; why did the permit drive get just a slap on the wrist?

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A short and hopefully sweet one-shot. I'm not entirely sure if it worked, but I thought Id try, I liked it, what did you think?

GwendolynD

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