It had been two days since Fulton had left her that note, and she still was lost for words. But ever since then she had felt his eyes follow her as she walked around the house. She wished that she could hear him say those words from his mouth. She wished he would hold her like he used to. That thought scared her for a second and she shook her head swiftly.
Cameron whistled quietly as she carried the boys' laudry into their rooms. This was always the job that none of boys felt comfortable with her doing it. It was apparently too personal to see their underwear. But it was in the description and she wanted to get paid, so she did it anyways. First stop was Portman, and Fulton. She went through the clothes, searching for their clothes. Their room always looked as if a tornado had struck, beds unmade, and dirty clothes thrown around the room. A exasperated sigh escaped her lips. She started shaking out Fulton's sheets, when something small and glossy caught her eye.
She slowly pulled out the object. It was a picture, of her and Fulton. One of the ones that Kurtis had taken, where she had been made to look like an angel, and Fulton in his normal apparel. They were close enough to kiss, their lips brushing each other. She couldn't believe he still had it. Or that he kept it under his pillow. As she stared at the picture, the front door slammed and she heard the excited conversation of the team.
She shoved the picture under his pillow, and started to fix the bed quickly. Fulton and Portman burst into the room, their hockey gear knocking into everything. When they saw her, they became silent. Portman nudged Fulton hard in the arm, wiggling his eyebrows. Fulton elbowed him back, smiling. Cameron stifled a smile and carried on what she was doing.
"Hey."
"Hey."
She heard his bag drop onto the ground. He walked over to where she was, and he reached out to touch her. She shyed away, so he withdrew his fingers. He could tell that she was confused, and scared.
"So, you liked the nickname Frankenstein?" She whispered jokingly.
He stood there, taking in what she said. A smile slowly spread across his face.
"Yeah, I did. And I still think it makes sense for me."
She looked at him and smiled, the smile he learned was worth more than words. But behind that smile there was an indescive girl, who probably felt small in this situation. He reached again and let his fingertips run over her cheek.
"Hey. I'm sorry I ever hurt you. I sorry I scared you, Mouse."
And just for a second, she leaned into his touch. But the second was so short, and she pulled away quickly.
"I have something to say. I- well, I- I l-lo-... I have to go get Portman." Fulton stammered.
He walked briskly out of the room, his entire face felt on fire. He had left her there again, too shy, despite his stature, to state what he felt about her. Good Lord, he was such a coward.
His thoughts clouded with negativity, he didn't notice that Kurtis was walking around the corner. They walked right into each other. The minute they did, a brilliant idea entered Fulton's mind. He looked up at Kurtis with a smile on his face.
"Do you think you could help me with something?" He asked, the idea still fresh in his mind.