So I will now be updating frequently, due to my utter lack of an exciting summer:) so if I'm confusing you with all the "Caleb and Lav" cuteness, I apologize, you will later understand, my sweets.

Now, without further a due, Chapter Two:)

(I already have like five more hehe)

~Jenna3

TWO

When I was nine, my father took me to the river in district three while visiting family friends. It was a beautifully warm day, and the water was amazing. He took me knew deep and faced upstream as he held me in his arms throwing me up and catching me.

At one point, as I kept yelling "Higher, daddy! Higher!" he threw me slightly forward and there was a moment of terror that he reached out but wasn't going to catch me, and I reached out but couldnt grasp anything. My breath left my lungs so fast I thought I would never breathe again. Even after picking my back up, unharmed, I never forgot the feeling of air being ripped raw from my chest.

This feeling slams into me and I lose all ability to breathe.

My eyes fly open in shock.

Caleb looks at me, unfazed by my shocked expression, his eyelids half closed in the same haze over him.

I back away from his face, slowly stumbling over my own feet, but his hands are quick to grab hold of my arms. I step back, and stare at him.

What's going on? Is this some sort of joke? I shake my head slowly.

He starts to speak, but I shake my head hastily before he can. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing happens.

He continues anyway.

"Lavianna," his voice sounds strange saying my name now...foreign. Almost exasperated. "I've known you almost my whole life. And you were like my sister. I love you like that more than anything. And I've always payed attention to the other girls at school, but none of them, none, compared to you.

"You were so...you." He chuckles. "I couldn't read you for the longest time. You were moody, a pain in the ass, and so intellectually advanced it scared me. You were a piece of work. You cared about the littlest things, and so gentle, yet so skilled this shooting an arrow through a living animal.

"And you're beautiful. So stunning, with you're shining green eyes that make me want to smile, you're brown hair that never seems to be out of place, and your quirky little smile always playing there," he points to my face, smiling so wide I thought his face might hurt. Other than that, I wasn't thinking anything really. Just listening.

He sighs, and looks up. "I don't know what happened, one day, you were swimming and I was cleaning a fox, I think, and when you got out of the water in that oversized tshirt, I don't know. I just looked at you as you laughed for some reason. And the way the sun shone off your skin, and your voice chimed through the silent forest."

He takes a deep breath and turns in a slow circle, looking around. I just stand there.

"And I guess, I realized, I loved you. More than a sister, or friend. I felt this weird...pang," he claws at his chest for a second and drops his hand. "in here, and I knew. I knew I had fallen, hopelessly, desperately, and foolishly in love with you." He finishes.

Cale was never one to talk about emotion. Especially love. He was like me. Only, not tonight. This is someone entirely different.

He seems to see the utter cluelessness running through my head.

"I just knew." He whispers.

I turn to look at the lake, and slide to the cold ground, even though it freezes the back of my legs, and sit cross-legged. I just stare out. For what seems to be hours.

"You weren't supposed to say that."

My voice sounds strangely detached. He's my best friend. He can't feel that way. A weird, burning, sensational and somewhat painful stirring erupts in my stomach.

He sits beside me. "Okay," is all he says.

I reach over and hold his hand. He grips it.

Staring at our hands, I say, "I love you, Cale."

He looks at me, but dimly. "Only," he takes a sharp breath, "not in the way I want you to."

I look away. I get up silently, and lead him with me like a child, picking up the lantern, and crunch through the forest. I lead him all the way to my house, the sky is starting to erupt into bright flames as the sun spills over the horizon.

I let go of his hand when I reach the tree, turn and look at his hollow, sad eyes. I reach up and kiss his cheek, the roughness scratching my lips. I pull away and smile at him, softly. In response, he picks up my small hand and brushes his lips over my knuckles.

And despite the turning events that morning, I look at him.

"I love you," I say, as if fighting a point matter-of-factly.

He smiles at me, his old self returning briefly. "And I, you."

I turn quickly, but slow enough to hear him say, "in both ways" as he chuckles and saunters off around the corner.

I smile to myself.

EEEK! Don't you just love their utter cuteness? I know, I'm being mean to poor little Caleb-Poo by shutting him down, but if you think THIS *gestures widely to my small chapter* is intense? Just you wait:) I have alottaaa more drama-rama up my sleeve!

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