I know my storries going really slow. But I have been really lazy lately, I had a really busy weeks too. For one thing, I was in this whole fundraiser thing where we had to do a hip-hop dance AND a play AND cater to rich people so they can pay for us to go to camp.

Then, I have 3 projects for 3 different classes that I needed/still need to work on. And then, I have discovered GLEE. Well, I always knew it was there, because it had that lady from Cinderella Story (Selena Gomez Version) And she was hilarious. But I never watched it... until this week. And might I say I LOVE IT?

Well, I have already. Now there's nothing you can say about it. Alright. Time for the story to actually begin.

I do not own BTR.

Butterflies. Camille felt butterflies in her stomach. She had no idea why though.

Well, she slightly had an idea why. She was holding hands with a gorgeous guy. But it wasn't Logan's hand, and that was usually the only hand that could make her feel all squishy inside like she felt at that moment. Nonetheless, she was feeling butterflies. Big time.

Sure, her hand was getting sweaty and the weird ice-breaker-small-talk thing Robbie had going was a little awkward, but he was trying. Which was cute. Extremely cute.

Not Logan cute, but still fairly cute.

Robbie really wasn't all that bad. He was actually pretty chill.

He just moved to LA from Wisconsin, where he was like, a snowboarding god. Which she totally read from his outer appearance (he reeked skater dude). He was 17, planned on going to Syracuse University in Pennsylvania on a football scholarship, but if that didn't work, he had his artistry and or his writing to fall back on.

Artistry. As in artist. Writing. As in author. As in has a guaranteed successful future. As in talented in now 3 categories, not including his cuteness. Triple threat. Determined. Talented. Hot. It was like a dream come true.

Camille's night was going swimmingly, as her and Robbie (hand in hand) and James and his milf all walked (Robbie had a car but he thought walking would save energy, and give them more time to get to know each other) to the restaurant. Every once in a while she did pull her hand away and wipe it on her skirt, but Robbie didn't mind. He only flashed an 100 watt smile that made her go weak in the knees.

IT was perfect.

There was only one problem.

She couldn't help but have the feeling she was being followed.

"Paranoia," James said, dismissing the thought the second Camille brought it up.

"You know, Paranoia is one of the early signs of Skintophrania," Says Milf matter-of-factly.

"Uhh... You're probably just stressed from the day you've had," Mr. Perfect (Robbie) reassures her. She smiles. Then she pulls away her hand on a count of it gets all sweaty again. Thinking quickly, Robbie arches his arm like a tea cup handle. Camille catches on and hooks her arm in his.

"What a genius," She says sarcastically. And flirtatiously.

"Well I do try," He replies even more sarcastically and flirtatiously. Well played.

Camille gets the tingly feeling again. She can't ignore it any longer. She stops as if she's going to look at something on the bottom of her shoe, and looks back subtly.

That's when she sees Jo.

"Jo?" She whispers loudly, but to herself. The rest of the crew, who had continued walking, turn back to see what was up with her. Then they look back down the side walk they had been walking on. Nothing.

"...What are you talkin' about Camille?" James asked her cautiously. "Maybe she is skintophranic..."

"It's schizophrenic, not skintophranic and NO she ISN'T," Robbie defends, swooping in like a knight in shinning armor. Camille isn't paying attention though. She's looking straight at the tiny corner store Jo disappeared into when all her friends look back. "Look, why don't you guys just ... walk ahead and we'll catch up?"

They both shrug. James puts his arm around Milf, and they continue down the street. Once they are out of hearing distance, Robbie walks back to Camille, whom is still staring at the corner store.

"So...what's going on? Everything okay?" He asks sincerely. So sincerely in fact, if Camille had been paying much attention, she probably would have gotten butterflies again. But, she hadn't been paying much attention. She hadn't been paying much attention at all.

Camille doesn't answer at first, but then his words register in her head and she slowly nods.

"Yeah... Yeah... Everything's just fine except..." She trails off. She pulls her gaze away from the shop and looks up at Robbie. "I really want to go buy something in that little corner store."

Robbie looks in the direction of the door, then at Camille, then the door, then Camille, then the door again. "Now? Like, right now?"

Camille nods frantically, hoping he doesn't think she's a freak and blow her off.

He doesn't.

"Alright... Cool. Whatever you want, I guess..." He says nonchalantly and shrugs. Camille lets out the large breath she had been harboring in her chest, grins, then grabs his hand and pulls him along to the corner store.

OKAY OKAY OKAY NOW CHILLAX! I know that chapter was super short but there is a reason for that. The reason is I'm going to post the next chapter today. So don't fret! Don't worry, about a thang! Every little thing, it's gonna be alright!

That was a little Bob Marley for ya (:

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