Her Dreams Give Her Wings

Epilogue - First Date

"Where there is love, there is no darkness." - Burundi Proverb

Renesmee's POV

The day of our date was tentatively set. Everything was worked out perfectly. Lunch at a small little restaurant, and then meet up with Julia and Cameron for something else. What wasn't planned was my stomach's resistance. My seemingly harmless cold had turned into the stomach flu. Unless a date counted as Jacob holding my hair back as I stared down a porcelain throne, we still hadn't had a date yet.

We tried again, and we set it up, but I forgot what Alice had asked me. She was going to New York over spring break to do some managerial work at one of her shops. She asked me to go along, to get away from everyone and everything. I didn't get it at the time, but I eventually did.

Peyton wasn't bad as far as babies went. Our house just wasn't used to her. After a month and a half of not sleeping through the night - for any of us - New York seemed like Heaven. So, that date was canceled too.

Jacob set it up one last time, with no interruptions on my part. Peyton slept soundly through the night, and so did the rest of us. I slept so heavily, that there wasn't even a dream.

I stood in front of my full length mirror, the third time I changed my outfit. With a frustrated sigh, I sat down on my bed and pulled out my cell phone.

He didn't answer. I tried again. Still no answer. I was getting a little worried that he forgot our date. I tried one last time.

He answered on the fourth ring with a grunt.

"Good morning," I said quietly.

"Hmm," he sighed.

"Did I wake you?' I wondered.

He replied with another grunt.

"Jacob, our date is in an hour," I reminded him.

"I know," he finally said.

"Are you going to get up?" I asked, annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered.

"Well, I need to know what to wear," I finally said.

Silence, then, "Clothes?"

"Ha-ha, you're very funny. You know what I mean."

He laughed and then groaned. "Nothing too dressy. Just casual, okay?"

"That's all I needed to know," I said sourly.

"I know, I just like messing with you," he sighed.

I paused. "When you say casual, what exactly…?"

He cleared his throat. "Why don't you call Julia? She knows where we're going. I'm sure she can help you."

"Jacob! How can you tell her and not your date?" I exclaimed.

He chuckled. "I want it to be a surprise. Now go get ready so we can be on time."

I scoffed. "Goodbye Jacob."

"Goodbye sweetheart."

I snapped the phone shut and threw it down on the bed as I stood up. I crossed my arms over my chest and tapped my foot. Running a hand through my hair, I ventured back into my closet. Ten minutes later the doorbell rang.

"Nessie, door for you," Edward called upstairs.

I stomped out of my closet and down the stairs, expecting Jacob. Wrong. Julia stood in the doorway, her orange shirt all that I could see of her. In white letters it said 'Hugs not Drugs….'

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Nice shirt."

She smiled and stepped inside. "Thanks. Shall we venture to your chamber?" she asked and then started up the stairs. The back of the shirt said '…I snort Pixi Stix instead.'

She flopped down on my bed on her stomach and grabbed my AP magazine from off the floor. She crossed her ankles in the air and started to flip through it. I stood at the end of the bed and watched her, waiting for some advice as to what I should wear.

She looked up. "Well?"

"Are you here to help me, or lie on my bed and look at magazines? Because I'm pretty sure you could do that at home."

She rolled her eyes and got to her knees. "What were you going to wear?"

I showed her all three outfits I was going to wear, but she turned her nose up at each of them. She sat and thought for a minute and then, with a spark in her eye, she snapped her fingers.

"I got it! Have you seen the Haven't Met You Yet music video?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"The main girl, what she has on, that's it!" she exclaimed and hopped into my closet.

She started throwing clothes at me. A long sleeve, button down, white shirt, a pair of distressed skinny jeans, and a black leather jacket. She walked out with a pair of red stilettos.

"I'd throw these at you, but that might hurt a little," she shrugged.

She picked a couple of long necklaces and then shoved me in the bathroom to change. I put the clothes on and did the usual eyeliner and mascara. I stood in front of the mirror, studying my hair. As if she could read my mind, Julia flung the door open.

"What are you doing to your hair?" she wondered.

"What if I wasn't dressed yet? That would have been really awkward."

She rolled her eyes. "We have the same parts. Now, hair?"

I shrugged and ran my hand through it.

She squinted her eyes and concentrated for a minute. "Just leave it how it is."

I gave her a look but shrugged and turned the light off. I stepped into my shoes and checked myself over in the mirror, turning to see from every angle. I nodded to myself and slung my white and black faux snakeskin purse over my arm and stuffed the CDs I made for Jacob inside. I grabbed my aviator sunglasses and pushed them on top of my head.

I checked everything one last time and then made my way down the stairs. Midway, Peyton started fussing.

"Mom, Dad, Peyton's crying," I said loudly as I passed the kitchen.

Bella bustled up the stairs as soon as I said her name. Edward stayed seated at the kitchen table, his head resting on his folded arms.

"Bye dad," I whispered as I opened the front door.

He lifted one arm and waved. Julia snickered until I smacked her on the arm. Jacob's silver truck shone brightly in the sun, and I pushed my sunglasses down.

Julia gave me a hug and a wink. "You two kids have fun…."

I smiled at her and made my way down the stairs, to where Jacob waited beside his truck. I watched Julia walk next door to Cameron's house. I looked down as I walked, being very careful not to fall.

Jacob took my hand as soon as I was close and kissed it, then leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my head so he kissed my cheek.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked in confusion.

I smiled shyly. "No, but this is our first date, and I want it to feel like one."

He chuckled, and then he was serious. "You look stunning."

I begged to differ as what he wore put me to shame. Dark wash jeans, a dark blue pinstripe button down, the top buttons undone to expose a white T-shirt, and shoes that could be causal or dressy. But still, I blushed and muttered a 'thanks.' He helped me into the truck and then climbed in on his side. I showed him the CDs that I made for him, and he told me to put in my favorite, which was a lot of The Almost, Rise Against, and Senses Fail.

As we came to a stop sign, he turned to me. "Close your eyes."

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"I told you, I want it to be a surprise," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, but obeyed and closed them, and started humming with the music. We stopped not much later, and I felt a hand clasp over my eyes.

"Promise me you won't peak," he whispered in my ear.

I bit my lip. "I promise."

His hand disappeared and I felt a gust of wind as he opened my door. He took my hand and helped me out of the truck, and then wrapped an arm around my waist, his hand still clutching mine, and led me to wherever it was that we were going.

Once we were inside - I could tell by the change in temperature - he started talking to someone who, as I could hear when he spoke, had the biggest smile on his face.

He said, "Follow me right this way, Mr. Black," and I let Jacob lead the way.

He pulled the chair out for me and helped me sit down. I was growing antsy and was about to open my eyes when Jacob said, "Okay, you can open them now."

I did. It was beautiful. We were off in a secluded section of the restaurant, but the other side was easily seen. The lighting was dim, only by candle light on each of the tables. Everything was warm and romantic. Couples were scattered around, gazing into each others eyes, and giggling and blushing. Soft music drifted through the rooms, adding to the mellow mood.

Jacob looked nervous so I gave him a small smile and whispered, "It's beautiful."

He exhaled in relief and then gave me his famous Jacob smile. Honestly, how the hell did I get so lucky?

We talked about everything and anything. Jacob ordered for me, some sort of pasta that my gymnastics instructor would have a fit if she found out about, which was all the more reason to eat it.

"Well, this date beats the other by miles," I said lightly.

"What other date? This is our first," Jacob said, confused.

"The one I went on with Todd," I said, forcing a smile as I said his name.

"One?" he chuckled.

I nodded. "No lie. We only went on the one date the whole time we were together for three months."

"Well, that's not as bad as me waiting six months to take you on our first," he smiled sheepishly.

I gave him a reassuring smile. "Yes, but the circumstances are much different."

"How so?" he asked, leaning forward.

I leaned in also. "Well, simply, because we love each other, and I never loved Todd. Well, I guess I did love him, but only in the way that you love your first boyfriend."

Jacob sat back and nodded to himself. I crossed my legs under the table, hooking my foot behind his knee.

He smiled at me. "I thought you wanted this to be our first date?"

I bit my lip and looked up from under my lashes. He leaned in again and pulled my face closer until it was only inches from mine, and I could taste his breath.

"I love you," he murmured against my lips.

I shook my head slowly, a smile forming. "First date, remember?"

He kissed my gently and then pulled away. "So how many other first dates have you been on?"

"Besides Todd's?" he nodded, "This one."

He looked surprised.

"And hopefully…," I began but trailed off, shaking my head.

He grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Hopefully?"

I looked up, again, from under my lashes, afraid of his reaction. "Hopefully the last."

He kissed me again, and pulled away smiling. "Hopefully."

Julia's POV

"Knock, knock," I sang in a mock valley girl twang from outside of the closed door. I heard a shuffle and a loud bang, followed by a deep, masculine moan coming from inside. I snorted and pushed the door open. "Cam, what the hell are you doing?" I asked, half-amused.

He smiled awkwardly up at me from off of the floor. His shirt was only half on his body – his arms and head were through the holes, but it wasn't pulled down all the way. Oh, and where were his pants? Honestly, I was not sure. He was just chilling there in his boxers.

"I wasn't aware you were going to be over so soon," he answered my question and got up off of the ground. I just shook my head at my boyfriend and walked over to his bed, throwing myself down onto it and sitting cross-legged. He raised an eyebrow at me. "No hello?"

I smirked and stared down at his toned torso. "Put some pants and a shirt on and we'll talk."

He coughed back a laugh and walked towards me anyways. I bit my lip and looked anywhere except the God of a man in front of me. Walking my way. With no pants on. Looking all nice and seductive.

I'm screwed.

"I missed you, Julia," he practically purred. I glared at him, but he didn't end his pursuit. He pouted adorably when he saw the negative movement of my eyes. "You didn't miss me?"

I opened and closed my mouth to answer a couple times, but only little moans would come out. I swallowed when I saw his abs flex from his repressed laughter. "Damn it, get some clothes on!" I shouted as he was practically hovering over me.

A throat being cleared got both of our attention. I looked around my half naked boyfriend's head and saw his mother standing in the door with a laundry basket in her hands resting against her hip. She was grinning. I could feel my cheeks burn up with the blush rising onto them.

"Cameron Eithan Anderson, I don't appreciate seeing your half naked body. Listen to your girlfriend and put some bloody clothes on," she disciplined lightheartedly.

Cam cleared his throat and straightened out then pulled down his shirt and grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans from off of the floor. "Sorry, Mum."

She gave us both looks saying 'don't do anything in here that could result in a bun in the oven, I'm right down the hall' before shaking her head and closing the door.

I laughed loudly and threw Cameron's pillow at his head. His hair whipped around in his face as it hit him with a thud. "Cam," I giggled, "your mom was totally implying that we were about to get it on."

"I wonder about you sometimes."

I pouted. "Now listen—" I began to protest, but I was cut off by his smooth lips.

I immediately closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my hands play with the hair near the back of his neck. I could feel him move closer to me and pull me up off of the bed and to my feet. I had to stand on my tiptoes to keep my arms locked around his neck. He pulled me close by the waist and nipped at my bottom lip before releasing my mouth and resting his forehead on mine. I looked up at him from underneath my eyelashes and smiled enormously.

"I love you and your strange mind. Never doubt that," Cam murmured softly. He quickly kissed my nose before dropping his hands off of my waist and walked to his closet. "Flannel?" he called out to me.

"Whatever's fine," I breathed out and sat back on his bed. It took me a moment to gather my thoughts. "Where are we going anyways?"

Cameron walked back out a second later while buttoning up his black and red and blue flannel shirt on top of his white shirt. "It's a surprise," he whispered like he was talking to a kindergartener and grabbed his black beanie from off of his desk and slipped on his Circas. He walked over to me and pulled me off of his bed and started to drag me out of the door.

"You know I hate surprises," I groaned. He just shrugged as we walked down the stairs. "Just take me home first, okay? I have to look at least half-way decent."

He looked at me from the corner of his eye. "You look stunning."

I stuck out my tongue and made a 'yuck' sound. "I'm in my pajamas, Cam."

"I rest my case," he smirked mischievously. "Mum! We're leaving. Later we're meeting up with Jacob and Nessie, so don't stay up."

"Be careful!" she shouted back from the kitchen.

I was once again dragged, but this time it was to the car. He thoughtfully opened the passenger door for me and I fumbled with my seatbelt as he got into the driver's side. As he started the car, I played with the radio knobs to try and find a half-way decent radio station. I groaned when all I got was static. "Cameron, you need a good radio."

"Hey, don't knock my baby," he laughed and turned down my street. My heart dropped when I saw both my brother's Hyundai and my dad's Pontiac in the driveway.

"Oh shit," I muttered under my breath.

No, it's not like my family hasn't met Cameron already, it's just that my family likes to talk about really embarrassing things and my brother and dad like to give any boy that gives any attention to me or my sister the Spanish Inquisition. It's just way uncalled for and very aggravating.

Cameron patted my hand as he parked the car in the street. "Don't worry about them. They like me."

I shook my head. "My brother and dad don't like anyone who wears jeans that are so tight that you can draw every curve of their calf muscle."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Jul, baby," he said through his laughter. He stopped whatever he was about to say and got out of the car while shaking his head. I quickly scrambled out of my seat and out the door, running to catch up to him as he walked up my driveway. I linked my fingers through his and let out one final groan as I stopped at the side door.

I jumped when I heard my dog start barking and ram into the door. Damn it, Scottie.

"You're acting like this is the first time I'm meeting them," Cameron chuckled. "Just act natural and get ready for our date. I can protect myself from your frightening family," he shuddered teasingly.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance and kissed him deeply once more. "I love you. And there's something you should know before we go in there..." I trailed off sheepishly. He motioned for me to continue. "My parents are dying to know if the toilet water swirls backwards when flushed in Australia."

"Wha—" he started to ask dubiously but I jumped up and gave him another long kiss.

"Well, let's get this show on the road!" and I turned around and pulled the door open with a new found adrenaline rush. I think I was just hoping that the faster we get in there, the faster the two of us can leave.

I walked into the house with Cameron right behind me and looked up from the landing. I saw my mom, dad, brother, and sister all sitting at the kitchen table. My cat and dog were even in the kitchen just sitting there. I smiled up at them and walked into the kitchen with a hold on Cameron's hand.

"Hi guys," I greeted my family. Kelly – my sister – looked up and waved crazily at Cameron. I rolled my eyes at my lame sister. "I just need to get ready," I informed hesitantly. "Don't scar my boyfriend's mind, okay?"

Mother Dearest snorted unattractively. "Jules, you know us better."

"Yes," I agreed full heartedly. "That's why I reminded you."

"Ohh," John, my brother, like the grown up twenty-four year old he is, laughed and did that 'you got burned so I'm going to put my hand under my nose and make weird noises' gesture. I flipped him off behind my parents' backs. He only smirked.

My mom threw the newspaper at John's head from across the table.

"Kelly, come with me," I demanded and grabbed her hand before turning the corner and running up the stairs to our room.

"What are you doing?" Kelly shouted and I pushed her in the room and slammed the door. "You just fed your poor boyfriend to the sharks." She sat back on her bed and watched as I sifted through her drawers. "Where's Nessie?"

"With Jacob," I answered while stripping off my Soffee shorts and pulling on a pair of dark skinny jeans. "We're meeting up with them later and going bowling," I glanced at her from the corner of my eye and smirked.

She caught on quickly. "Does this kind of bowling involve liquor?" she laughed.

I nodded and changed my shirt to a light purple tiered top that had a black ribbon around the waist. I ran to the mirror and pulled the ponytail out of my hair, letting my brown locks fall over my shoulders. "Help me," I whined as I grabbed the mascara and began to apply it to my eyes. My sister came behind me and started to straighten random strands of my hair, trying to get rid of the lump that was formed on the back of my head from the ponytail.

"So where are you going?" she asked conversationally as she fluffed my hair and I put eyeliner on both the top and bottom lids of my eyes.

I shrugged. "He won't tell me. It's a surprise," I spat in aversion. I honestly can't stand surprises. Especially when someone tells me there's a surprise. I'm always on edge.

Kelly awwed and put my favorite pearl necklace around my neck. "That's so cute. I want one like him! How'd you find him?"

"I lurked out my best friend's window," I countered truthfully. She snorted. "No joke, you should try it one day."

"I'll get right to that," she remarked sarcastically. She patted my shoulder. "You look great, Julia."

I smiled at my sister in the mirror and sprayed a few sprits of Hollister's perfume on me before turning around and hugging her. "I love you, girl."

"Love you. Now go save your boyfriend and have fun."

I hastily ran down the stairs, trying hard not to fall and trip. Especially since I am wearing heels, I have to be extra careful. I'm too clumsy for my own good. When I entered my kitchen once again, I was staggered to see Cameron sitting in the chair that Kelly once occupied, laughing loudly at something that my brother said.

"Hey," I said hesitantly as I walked into the kitchen. Cameron immediately shot out of his seat and walked to my side as I walked towards him. My mom's face was red from laughing so hard.

"Jules, he's a keeper," Mom commented through her laughs. "Woo," she whistled out and wiped the tears from her eyes. I glanced at Cameron from the corner of my eye. He just shrugged and grinned.

"Well Mr. and Mrs. Laughlin, I'm going to need to steal your daughter for a while today," Cameron advised smoothly. I jabbed my elbow into his ribs as I caught my brother and dad's nasty glare.

"And do what?" Dad asked sharply. "I don't want you doing what dos other teenagers is doing," he demanded in his 'I'm going to act like I'm incapable of talking in English properly' persona.

Cameron's perfectly calm façade dropped for an instant before he hurriedly recovered. "I can't necessarily tell you, Sir," he answered formally. When we both saw my father's face start to turn purple, he quickly added, "I mean, it's a surprise for her."

"Keith, I know where they're going," Mom patted my Dad's shoulder and winked in my direction. "You guys have fun now."

I scowled at my family. "Love you guys."

A chorus of I love yous followed us out of the house as Cameron practically hauled my out of there. I let out a sigh of relief as I slammed my storm door shut. I slumped against my house and put a hand to my forehead. "How horrible was it?"

He rolled his eyes. "It was fine, Julia," he chuckled. He tugged on my hand to pull me away from the house. "Now let's go," he said after peaking at his phone for the time, "we don't want to be late."

"For what?" I asked innocently as I buckled myself into the passenger seat of his beat up Honda Civic. He threw me a look and I threw my hands up in air as if I'm telling an armed criminal that I'm not going to harm him. "Can't I be curious?"

"No," he said seriously. Well, almost seriously. I saw his lips turn up from what I could see of his profile. I glared at his face. "Come on Jules, you're going to love it when we get there."

I huffed and looked straight ahead through the windshield. I knew I was acting like a child, but I honestly didn't care. He knew that I hated surprises and he knew that I have a low tolerance for my family. He just enjoys shoving it in my face all the time. "How far away is it?"

He laughed and loosened his hands around the steering wheel. "We'll be there within the next two hours. Is that okay with you?" he asked with attitude. He turned his head when he stopped at a red light and saw that I rolled my eyes. He grabbed my hand with one of his and kissed the back of it. "Don't worry, you'll love it. I know it."

"Fine," I gave in while wrinkling my nose.

"You look beautiful, you know," he said quietly after a moment of silence between the two of us. I beamed up at him. "You're even more beautiful when I see you smile."

At those words, I fell even more in love with this man sitting next to me. If that was even possible. He knew when the right time to say something was, and he knew exactly what to say to make me feel better.

"I'm falling more in love," he sang softly and smiled down at me.

I giggled at the mention of our song – what he sang to me on Valentine's Day – and gave his hand a little squeezed and rested it in the space between our two seats. "With every single word you say."

"Okay," Cameron announced loudly and shut off the radio, effectively cutting off Kurt Cobain's voice coming from the speakers around the car. I turned to glare at him, only to notice that he was already out of the car and we were parked in a vacant field. I looked out the windshield and saw that there was nothing in my eyesight that could be classified as civilization. I jumped when my door opened. Cameron held out his hand for me and did a little bow. "Care to join me, Madame?"

I raised an eyebrow at him and gently took his hand, allowing him to pull me out of the car. "Where are we?" I asked hesitantly as I took in our surroundings. There was nothing – and I mean absolutely nothing – where we were. There were no stores, houses, cars, even Port-a-Potties. I mean, what the hell?

"Uh, Cam," I laughed and pointed to the sky in the distance, "not to be Debbie Downer, but it looks like it's going to storm...for whatever we're doing." I looked over my shoulder and saw him watching me with a large smile on his face. "What?"

His smiled widened and he sauntered forward, wrapping his arms around my waist. He pointed in front of us. "Just watch. That is why we're here."

I watched wherever he was pointing at until something "spectacular" happened. Even if all I saw were beautiful cumulonimbus clouds, I didn't see why we were just standing in this open field.

With his arms still wrapped around my waist, I started squirming around in impatience. "Cameron, what am I waiting for?"

He dropped his arms and I instantly felt empty. "Just wait and keep watching," he insisted as I heard his voice travel farther away. I turned my head around to glance over my shoulder and saw him open the car door and lean in. I turned my head back around and watched whatever he wanted me to do.

Suddenly, I heard Across the Universe's remake of "Girl" play through the speakers of his car. Instantaneously, a massive bolt of lightning zipped across the southern sky, lighting up the world that was dark from the passing storm. I gasped and whipped my head around. Cameron was already right behind me, probably anticipating my reaction. A loud rumble of thunder cut off Jim Sturgess's voice.

"Cam," I whispered shakily.

He took another step towards me as "Girl" ended and The After's "Keeping Me Alive" came on directly after it. I felt tears begin to fall down my face and he stroked his fingers across my cheeks, catching all the stray tears.

"Do you like your surprise?" he mumbled with his mouth only a centimeter away from mine.

I sniffed as another bright light shot across the sky, followed by the perfect roar of the thunder that shook the ground. There's nothing better than a southern storm. I nodded fervently at his question. "It's perfect. You're perfect," I whispered and stepped up onto my tiptoes. "Did you plan this all? The exact time?"

He nodded sincerely and smiled, "I knew you'd love it."

He leaned his head down the rest of the way and captured my lips with his. My eyes slid shut as I felt his hand slide across my back and around to my waist. I flinched and giggled into his open mouth as he touched my side. He chuckled with me and poked my side. I shrieked and jumped away from him. I slowly backed away, holding a finger out telling him to stay back.

"Don't you dare," I warned and kept walking backwards.

The atmosphere suddenly let out a loud boom. See, the sky was even telling him to stay put.

He stalked towards me – like a lion hunting for its prey – with a grin on his flawless lips. His strong jaw was set in a playful smirk. His blue eyes were shining with mischief. His arms were stretched outward, trying to reach me. I saw the veins in his arms sticking out just a little and I almost lost it.

"Cameron Anderson, if you do what I think you're going to do, I swear to—"

I didn't get to finish my threat because I was suddenly airborne.

I let out a scream when the air around me got swirled around my head. And then, we both landed with a thud on the ground. I gasped out for breath, either because I was thrown onto the earth, or maybe it was because I had my boyfriend on top of me, I wasn't sure. Or maybe it was the fact that said boyfriend was tickling me so much that I couldn't even breathe.

I squealed like a little girl, which made me want to even slap myself, and kicked my legs violently. "Cameron, stop!" I begged, thinking that he would actually listen to me.

He didn't stop though.

"I swear," I sputtered out between giggles, "I'll make sure you'll never be able to have children if you keep this up," I threatened and raised my knee to the area that I was talking about.

His fingers stopped moving on my sides at once. He pulled back and sat up onto his knees, straddling my hips. His eyes were open wide and his mouth was gaping down at me. "You would do that?" he whispered, aghast.

I nodded seriously and held myself up by my elbows. I poked his chest roughly. "I could always find someone else to procreate with," I joked blithely and lay back down onto the grass. I looked up at the sky and saw the clouds still hovering by the horizon, lightning lighting up the heavens every once in a while.

Cameron lay down next to me. It was silent for a minute as we both just stared at the storm. He had his arm underneath my neck, pulling me close to his body. I inhaled his scent, hoping to keep it in my memory forever.

"Did you know," Cameron started and kissed the top of my head, "that tornadoes are the world's most deadly kind of storm?"

I laughed and twisted my head so I could see his face. He wasn't looking at me, just the storm ahead of us. "Yes, I did know that."

"It's so incredible that one beautiful, amazing thing could kill and damage hundreds. It just starts out as a storm and can tear apart a whole town. We never got a lot of them back in Melbourne," he mumbled. It was almost like he was talking to himself.

"What's going on in that brain of yours?" I asked slyly as his eyes got a vacant look in them. I turned onto my side so that I could see his face dead-on. He rolled his head to look at me. He looked undecided. Anxious. "Cam?" I touched his face and he leaned into my hand and closed his eyes.

"You're my tornado, Julia."

I blinked a couple times, trying to comprehend what he was saying. "Um," I stuttered and pulled back away from him. "What are you trying to say?" Was he seriously comparing me to something that killed so many people?

"You, my love, are the only force in this world that could completely tear me apart," he said with his heavy Australian accent. "You're so, so gorgeous, Julia. But with one wrong word or one mistake, we could both fall apart. Without you, I'm nothing. You have to grasp that."

My eyes began to burn with tears and I sat up, sitting cross-legged with him still lying down in front of me. I picked up his hand and began to play with his fingers. "I'm the same way," I murmured lovingly. "I'm never going anywhere. I'll only leave when you say the word. But it may take some effort to get rid of me," I joked lightly.

He breathed out through his nose and pulled me down so that my head was resting on his chest. "That day will never come. Wanna know why?" he asked with mirth in his voice.

"Why?" I asked, playing along with whatever he was doing.

"Because you're my spunk."

A/N: Well loves, I know it took a while and I quite apologize for that. If you haven't already figured it out, Cameron is Australian (*sigh*…yummy. Julia, don't hate me). "You're my spunk" is an Australian phrase meaning very attractive person blah blah blah. Don't you all worry your pretty little heads this is merely only part one, and I must dotingly thank my dear Julia for her help with this. Well, help, I mean, hell, she wrote it! Yay, claps for Julia! Turns out this epilogue was much longer than either of us expected, so…we decided it was better to split it up. I'll update as soon as humanly possible, so put away the pitchforks. Also, we'll be starting a new story soon, If You Could See Into My Soul, so you'll have to stick around to see that one. And don't forget about the sequel to Wings. This is all I have to say for now. Stick around for some drunk bowling. You don't want to miss that ;)XOXOLove,Kelly