A/N #1: Okay, I lied... this is definitely most likely my last chapter before I leave.
A/N # 2: Rushing!
A.N #3: My friend and faithful reader Stephanie inspired me to take the story in a different direction, starting now. Thanks, Stephi! So here's some C/C fluff for you!
Disclaimer: I don't own the song Anytime You Need A Friend by Mariah Carey. I just made it that Cameron (ooh, Cameron can write songs, too!) was the original composer of it. Oh, and he came up with the word 'baby' (affection, not like an infant child).
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I think I'm falling in love with Christine... but I don't know for sure.
It's hard being around Emilie and trying to figure out what I feel for Christine, because I still love Emilie. And then there's the fact of Christine's face.
Please help me, God...
Two months later, Christine awoke to hear the sound of music being played. She opened her eyes, yawned, and stretched. Then she rose and walked out of her bedroom, following the sound of the music.
She found Cameron sitting at the piano, playing a song that she'd never heard before. He turned in her direction when he heard her and saw her. "Good morning, Christine!" he said brightly, greeting her with a smile.
"Good morning," she said quietly, sitting down on the sofa. "What are you doing, Cameron?"
"I'm playing a song for you," he said, shrugging. "Don't you know what day it is?"
She slowly rose and walked over to where she had a 1926 calendar hanging up. She looked at the date. "It's February fourteenth," she said, shrugging and turning back to him. "What's your point?"
"Don't you know what February fourteenth is?" he said, still playing the piano. "It's Valentine's Day, the celebration of love! I wrote a song for you... I was wondering if I might play it."
"You wrote a song?" she gasped, sitting back down on the sofa. "You wrote a song? For me?"
He nodded and smiled. "Yes." He paused and took a deep breath. "Christine, these past two months with you have been... amazing. I feel the happiest I've felt in a long time when I'm with you. And... I think that I'm in love with you."
Her face went pale. "You think you're in love? With me? Mon ami, you must be crazy!"
"No, I don't think so... or maybe I am," he said with a laugh. "But I believe that I love you... you may not be the most beautiful woman on this earth, but you're nice - looking, considering the mask... oh, I'm sorry! How thoughtless of me... but may I play my song for you?"
She nodded. "Yes, I suppose so. Go ahead."
He turned back to the piano, played the introduction to his song, and then started singing.
If you're lonely and need a friend,
And troubles seem like they never end,
Just remember to keep the faith
And love will be there to light the way...
Anytime you need a friend,
I will be here...
You'll never be alone again,
So don't you fear,
Even if you're miles away,
I'm by your side,
So don't you ever be lonely
Love will make it all right...
When the shadows are closing in
And your spirit diminishing,
Just remember you're not alone
And love will be there to guide you home...
Anytime you need a friend,
I will be here...
You'll never be alone again,
So don't you fear,
Even if you're miles away,
I'm by your side,
So don't you ever be lonely
Love will make it all right...
If you just believe in me,
I will love you endlessly...
Take my hand,
Take me into your heart -
I'll be there forever, baby
I won't let go, I won't let go...
Anytime you need a friend,
I will be here...
You'll never be alone again,
So don't you fear,
Even if you're miles away,
I'm by your side,
So don't you ever be lonely
Love will make it all right...
Then he stopped and looked at her expectantly. "How was that?" he asked nervously.
She stared at him for a moment, stunned. "Wow," she finally breathed. "That was... amazing, Cameron. Nobody's ever done that for me before. That was very... sweet of you." She rose from the sofa and walked over to where he sat.
He scooted away from where he sat and patted the space next to him. "Sit."
"Thank you," she said, sitting next to him. Then she gazed at him intently for a moment. "Thank you for the song... it was very nice of you. I suppose," she continued shyly, starting to blush a little, "that it would be too much to ask to have a kiss... as a Valentine's Day present?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said gently. "I may love you, but I'm not ready to kiss you. What about an embrace?"
"I'll do fine with a hug," she said, then they wrapped their arms around each other.
I love Christine Elizabeth Vasille.