It all started this morning.

All he did was look at me, just simply glance my way with a small smile and I nearly lost it.

A light fluttering started at the pit of my stomach. I ignored it at first, thinking my stomach was growling. Yet it continued, bubbling like a carbonated drink as Indy turned and smiled at me again.

It was like I was filled with bouncing balls and suffering from cardiac arrest because of it. Indy said something to me, and I couldn't even register what it was, my heart was spluttering frantically and swelling like a balloon.

Let me just point out that this happened in the course of a few seconds.

And its been happening all day since then.

Its hard enough to act mostly normal around Indy without the heart spasms and a watchful best friend, but now I've got both the latter and the former to stress me out and I think I might just die from the pressure.

NOT. GOOD.

Carrie is leaving at around four in the morning tomorrow, so we have decided to stay up all night tonight. We were planning to go exploring some more in the tomb, but because of an incident yesterday, featuring me and Carrie screaming hysterically as we found a baby's corpse, we're forbidden to go in ever again, including when Carrie is gone.

We're at the moment sitting by the campfire, and I'm watching Indy telling a story.

And for the record, I AM still head storyteller.

Not that that matters at this particualr moment. I'm in the midst of trying to pretend that nothing is wrong with me for the sake of my best friend's sanity, when in truth, everything is wrong with me.

"Marion?" She asks, waving her hand in front of my face.

"What?" I ask, turning away from the fire.

She smiles at me, giving the I-so-know-the-truth look.

"What?" I ask again, totally and utterly confused.

She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. "Nothing."

I glance back over to Indy as he finishes the story and applaud him when its over, choosing to respond with a playful glare as he winks at me. The gesture sends another platoon of butterflies rushing through my previously tired body, fueling me with adrenaline. This makes me sit up just a little straighter and my eyes open a little wider. The small changers in my demeanor do not slide under the radar of Carrie Smithers, who eyes me with a curious expression.

"Are you okay?" She questions.

"Sure. Why?"

"You just...brightened up." She explained, waving her hand at me. "Twenty seconds ago you looked dead beat tired and now...you're wide awake.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I say airily, smiling as Jones walks over to sit next to me.

Yet I have a feeling that Carrie knows EXACTLY what she's talking about, especially as I begin to blush lightly when Indy simply asks if I liked his story.

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