After I post this chapter, I'm going to work on That Little Fall Of Rain for a while, so don't be freaked out if I don't update this! After a few Les Mis chapters I'll get back to it.

"Hey! Anybody?" Carl yelled.

Boo had sat down long ago, giving up that anybody was off course. "Carl, we can find our way back here later."

Carl sat down next to her, fiddling with his shirt. Boo got startled at the sound of ripping fabric. She watched him forcefully tear off a strip of fabric and fold it into a square. "Here," he said, giving it to her. "Hold this to your cheek."

Boo couldn't stop herself from blushing, which probably wasn't good for the blood. She held it to her face and turned to Carl seriously. "So, why are you quitting ballet?"

Carl shifted. "I'm not as good as any of the other guys. They're all taller and stronger. It's a miracle I even got this role in the dance."

Boo smiled. "I think you're good."

Carl laughed, and they sat in silence for a few seconds before he leapt up. "Okay, then dance with me."

Boo looked around at the wet earth and the blanket of fog swirling at the ground. It was pretty romantic, but that couldn't be what Carl was thinking. "Here?"

He nodded. "Here."

She left the strip of fabric on the ground and stood up nervously, taking his hand. He immediately pulled her into the double pirouette that started the dance, and she laughed, following the steps perfectly.

How does he not see how great he is? Then she thought bitterly, Then again, he can barely see that I like him.

Then she caught Carl's gaze, inches from hers, and they stopped the dance entirely and looked at each other, frozen. Boo's foot was still pointed to the side, as if they were on a TV show and somebody had simply paused it.

This is impossible. He doesn't like me. I like him. That's how crushes work. I like him and he is oblivious. That's how it's always been, Boo thought quickly.

Carl stopped entirely and slid his hands down Boo's arms. "Boo, um, maybe this is the wrong time to tell you this…"

Boo stopped him. "No. I'm going to do this. Now."

Carl looked around, confused. His hands were still on her arms.

Boo began to pace the small clearing they were in, the fog still swirling at the ground. She looked down at it, realizing just how dirty she had gotten from falling. She couldn't see her face, but it was probably not in the best condition with the scrape. The thought of doing this now, looking like this, all alone like this, scared the crap out of her. But she turned around.

"Remember the first rehearsal we had for the Ginger and Fred dance?" she asked suddenly. "When you said the thing about the celery tonic and remembering what I was wearing?"

"Pink shoes." Carl answered. "Yeah, I remember."

Was he blushing?

Boo shook her head of the thought and took a step forward. "Well, after that, I don't know why…but I started to really look forward to the rehearsals."

Carl shrugged. "Me too, they're fun."

Boo stepped slightly closer, still shaking at the thought of what she was trying to get across. "No, not like that. I started to look forward to the dancing…and seeing…you. And maybe it's just me thinking this, but…"

She trailed off as he took a step forward. "What are you trying to say?"

There was only a few inches of space separating them.

Boo started to stammer over her words. "I…I think I'm…I mean…"

Carl suddenly reached for her hand and lead her over to where they were sitting before, in front of the tree, and pulled her down. "Boo, I think we're trying to say the same thing."

Boo looked up through her eyelashes, but was still reeling at his hand in hers. "What are you trying to say?"

Now it was Carl's turn to stutter. "That…I mean…"

"I like you, Carl." Boo blurted out.

He looked up like he couldn't quite believe it.

"I like you." He answered.

They sat under the tree, inches between them, hands clasped in each other's, wondering what would happen next.

"So what do we do now?" Boo asked quietly.

Carl inhaled deeply, then suddenly crashed his lip's to Boo's.

She at first was caught by total surprise, but then melted into him. It was better than her dreams of the moment that she had planned out in her head during the night – so much better. Boo wrapped her hands around Carl's neck and kissed him back.

They didn't count how many minutes they spent like that, but eventually they pulled away and looked into each other's eyes.

"So are we together now?" Carl asked.

Boo thought about it. It's only what I've dreamed of my entire life, but do I really want the crush feeling to go away? What's it like to actually be with someone this seriously. But I do like him…no, more than that. I love him. Carl, I love you. I…

"Love you," she accidentally said out loud.

Carl looked up. "Huh?"

Boo looked at him. "I love you."

Then she smiled back at him and pressed her lips against hers.

All you Boo/Carl fans are probably staring at your screen saying "YES! YES YES YES!" I know I am, at least, and I'm writing it. I have a snow day tomorrow so I might work on another chapter for this, or maybe sometime over the weekend! I'll also be updating That Little Fall of Rain soon, probably right after I post this chapter, so check that out if you like Les Mis! Review this chapter please!