Author's Note: Two songs are used in this chapter and since there's a POV switch, there's also a song switch. One song that reflects Dana's and obviously one that reflects Nate's.
The kiss is strictly done in Dana's POV and the song "Want To" by Sugarland to me reflects how she feels in that moment perfectly. Then when Dana confronts Nate on the bench, the song that fits perfectly for me is the song "As She's Walking Away" by Zac Brown Band featuring Alan Jackson.
It is recommended that you listen to both at each specified instance.
Nate's POV
I knew I should have been helping with the performance, but I couldn't stop myself from sneaking away from all the chaos and taking refuge at the lake. Settling into a crouch that was as comfortable as possible, I lifted the binoculars that hung from my neck, to my eyes and I stared at the familiar site that was Dana at her piano.
For now, she was alone and since it was just a little past noon, the sun was high in the sky and it was doing that thing where it helped her chocolate hair shimmer. I swallowed thickly as my mind drifted back to the last time we saw each other and how her head had fallen into the crook of my neck. I felt a shiver rush through me as if I could actually feel the warmth of her breath tickling my skin like it had the day before.
Sighing, I wished my only option for seeing her wasn't to risk borrowing (and yes, I'm using the term "borrowing" loosely) a canoe so I could sneak across the lake. The want inside of me to kiss her was only growing stronger by the day and being as close as we were the day before wasn't helping. It was like every time my eyes would close, all I would see was the two of us on the docks that night and her rising on her toes just before Brown showed up.
Sometimes, I would get lucky and in my head, Brown wouldn't show up and the kiss would actually happen, but I couldn't live in my head forever. I had to know how her lips felt, how they tasted.
I could feel my body growing warm and I swallowed again. Just as I was about to look through the binoculars, I heard Shane's voice from behind me and I turned around.
"I don't even know why I'm here." He proclaimed, throwing his arms up in frustration.
I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say or if he wanted me to say anything, so I didn't. He would let me know either way by what he did next. And apparently he didn't want me to say anything because he just shook his head and told me, "Take my advice and never get a girlfriend," before taking off in the other direction.
Shaking my head, I brought the binoculars back to my eyes and I couldn't help but mumble, "I don't think that'll be a problem."
If you weren't such a chicken about borrowing a canoe, getting a girlfriend wouldn't be a problem, now would it, smart guy?
Ignoring the voice in my head, I looked through the lenses just as Dana stopped playing her piano and grabbed her own set of binoculars, to my surprise. Slowly, I dropped mine away from my eyes as she looked at me through hers and my cheeks and neck flushed quickly. We both took our binoculars away from our eyes and I found her waiving and smiling brightly at me from her perch. My lips curved upward slightly and I waived back, wanting to stay hidden behind the trees with my binoculars until she left her perch at her piano, even though I knew that wasn't possible.
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Not that I would actually say so out loud – I was known as the "serious one" for a reason, you know – but Shane did have a point about "all work and no spray, making for an unhappy rocker," I acknowledged silently as I filled up the biggest bucket I could find with a whole bunch of water balloons.
Water fights weren't really my thing, but I knew loosening up the campers would be a good way to get them back on track before the performance.
Sometimes even when something as big as the survival of Camp Rock was at stake, you had to let off some steam before getting down to business. And if throwing water balloons, jumping into the lake, running and screaming, and shooting off water guns would do it, then you just had to do what you had to do.
Eventually, the fight died down and everyone went back to their cabins to dry off and change clothes before the nightly campfire took place.
I would have been out there with everyone else, but instead I was still inside my cabin planning my escape that would take me across the lake. Sneaking out wasn't exactly going to be hard – with the way Shane sleeps and snores (like a grizzly bear), he wouldn't notice I was gone and there was always the chance he would be doing some sneaking out of his own, anyway.
The hard part was getting a canoe. Late night canoe rides were, after all, Shane and Mitchie's thing and I doubted they would take the risk of being caught in her cabin together if Brown decided to send some of the other counselors on bed checks. Besides, one canoe being gone in the middle of the night was strange enough...Two would send the counselors into a wide spread panic.
And I had told Brown things were "pretty cool" between me and Dana. Of course that was before yesterday and I found out, by some kind of miracle, that she still wanted to talk to me.
"Damn," I cursed as I looked up at the ceiling. I put my hands behind my head and my eyes started to close just as the proverbial light bulb went off in my head. I didn't have to worry about sneaking out later, I could just leave now. Shane was taking Mitchie out on a moonlight picnic, which meant I didn't have to worry about two canoes being gone – by the time I made it across the lake, they would be bringing theirs back.
My foot was just about to touch the cabin's floor, after I had climbed nearly all the way down from the top bunk, when I heard the door slam. That can't be good.
Turning around, I saw Shane haphazardly drop his picnic basket and flashlight on the floor before stomping over to the bottom bunk. He picked up the guitar that was propped up next to the frame of the bunks and as he began to strum, I realized he had no clue I was still in the room. Deciding to use that to my advantage, I quietly crept to the door and grabbed the flashlight before shutting the door and making my way to the activity cabin where the canoes were kept.
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Dana's POV
Sneaking out after lights out was always risky, but it was slightly less risky when you weren't taking a canoe and going across the lake to defy your father by talking to a boy he didn't want you to.
Laying down amongst the dewy grass that was about three feet from the shoreline of the lake, I sighed and wiggled my bare feet against its rough wetness. I started to laugh because (if you can believe it) like my Dad I was extremely ticklish. Holding back the loud laughter, I wanted to let loose, I was about to put my hands behind my head and stare up at the night sky, when I could see the blue light that only came from a flashlight shining in the distance.
My heart sped up inside my chest and without even realizing it, I was holding my breath as the blue light got closer and closer. My legs moved of their own accord – somehow – because as I stood up, they felt like jelly. My heart was beating faster and in a rush, the breath I had been holding, tumbled off my lips as I was able to make out the familiar sight of Nate's curls atop his head as the canoe came to a stop.
"Are you crazy?" I asked in a breathless tone as I made my way to the edge of the lake.
A low and throaty chuckle escaped his heart-shaped lips and all the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood up. It was as if I could feel that low, throaty sound reverberate through me. He stepped out of the canoe and in an instant, my nose was filled with his clean, soapy scent that I longed to breathe in whenever I would think about him.
"I might be a little crazy." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I'm not any crazier than you are. You did sneak away to see me once."
My cheeks flushed as my mind became flooded with the images of our almost kiss that happened on the docks of Camp Rock. But they flushed deeper when I remembered what happened the day before – how my body had brushed against his, the head to toe shiver I felt, having all of me pressed against all of him, and his arms wrapped around me.
That had all felt so good, but as I stood there on the edge of the lake, I couldn't help but want more. I wanted to finally make up for the chance we didn't get when I snuck across the lake to see him. As much as I longed to breathe in his smell, I longed to kiss him even more.
A shaky breath tumbled from my lips, as I stepped closer to him. Peering up at him through the fans of my thick eyelashes, I wondered if he could see the want I had to kiss him inside my eyes?
It was the middle of the night, but the moon was high in the sky that was so blue it was almost black and the glow it cast, allowed me to see his soft eyes grow dark and take on a smoldering quality, that had my stomach swooping.
(We could sit on the shore
We could just be friends
Or we could jump in...) ("Want To" - Sugarland)
His hand reached out to encircle mine and it was as strong and warm as I remembered it to be. Gently he tugged on mine and instead of being pulled cleanly into his body, I ended up stumbling and collided in a very ungraceful way against his frame. I bowed my head against the solidness of his chest in shame and my cheeks were hotter than ever as the burned bright red in embarrassment, but he just chuckled lightly and tucked two fingers under my chin to raise my head.
I was staring into his eyes once more and to my surprise that smoldering edge was still there. His fingers swept upwards to brush my hair behind my ear and I shivered. The warmth of his fingers (though, I didn't know how) felt as if it was seeping through my skin and settling into my bones. Heat bloomed in the pit of my stomach and I wondered if he felt it too.
My voice sounded shaky and far away as I whispered, "Does the pit of your stomach feel warm?"
I felt foolish for asking, but I couldn't help myself. I had to know what he was feeling if we were really going to do this. I had been kissed before, but I had this feeling that I hadn't been kissed the way I was about to be.
His voice was low and timbered with the same shakiness I heard in mine as it skated across my nerve endings, "Yeah," He answered, bringing his lips just a little closer to mine. "It does."
The cinnamon warmth of his breath ghosted across my lips as he breathed and my eyes fluttered. Before they closed all the way, there was this moment that hung in the air, as both of us seemed to be waiting for some interruption that thankfully wasn't coming tonight and just as my eyelashes fell against the top of my cheeks, his lips covered mine and we were kissing.
(The whole world could change in a minute
Just one kiss could stop it spinning
We could think it through
But I don't want to, if you don't want to)
Everything that I wanted to happen was finally happening.
My lips were moving with his, I knew what he tasted like (a mix of Juicy Fruit gum and a deeper cinnamon flavor, probably from his toothpaste) and I knew just how good his curls felt. As the kiss deepened, my hands slid over the expanse of his solid chest and wound themselves around his neck before one crept upward just a little, allowing my fingers to feel the curls at the base of his neck, and yes, they were better than I thought they would be.
His tongue lightly explored my mouth after it opened voluntarily underneath his and as badly as my head had been spinning before, it was even worse now.
Oxygen was a necessity but as my tongue hesitantly met his, I wished it wasn't. Pulling away, slowly, I didn't know how I could be, but my body was growing warmer. Amongst the haziness that had taken over my head, I could make out the way I imagined I would see Nate for as long as possible – no longer would I think of him as the "pouty boy" with his hands stuck in his pockets nor would he be the soaking wet camper.
No, he would always be the boy that was standing in front of me now. His heart-shaped lips were in a bruised state, his curls were sticking up in every direction and there was a flush to his neutral skin that indicated he had somehow exerted himself and was out of breath.
I didn't know what was supposed to happen now. All I knew was I didn't want things to go back to the way they were, but what about him? What did he want?
I was desperate to know, but before I could ask him both of us heard the sound of footsteps approaching. In a panic, he rushed back to his canoe and I quickly gathered my shoes and hoodie that were in the spot on the grass where I had been laying down. I squinted and momentarily covered my eyes as they became blinded by the sudden flash of light that was shone in their direction.
"Don't ask me why I'm doing this for you," I heard Tess' exasperated tone as her tiny frame came into view. "But the counselors are doing bed checks, and you being the goody goody that you are, I'm sure you don't want to be caught sneaking around. Especially with the enemy. So if you know what's good for you, Turner, you'll get that My-Daddy-Owns-This-Camp-ass of yours back to bed. Cause um...yeah..I've been way too nice to you and I think I'm getting a rash because of it, and that's gross. So go on, shoo. Shoo."
Rolling my eyes at Tess' remarks, I couldn't help but turn back to the lake, but when I did, Nate and his canoe were already gone. My heart sunk just a little, but I didn't have time to worry about that. All I could do was rush back to my cabin before the counselors finished off their rounds with mine.
(We could keep things just the same
Leave here the way we came
With nothing to lose
But I don't want to, if you don't want to...)
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Nate's POV
Out of all my brothers, I was the early riser (something I picked up from our Mom), but as my eyes slowly opened and began to adjust to the just rising sun's rays that were coming into the cabin, I saw something strange. Something that was strange enough that you could equate it to a Bigfoot sighting or Santa Claus actually being real.
Shane was up before seven o'clock in the morning.
It was a known fact (and not just by crazy fangirls everywhere) but anyone who had ever worked with us, Shane never woke up before seven unless we were doing a morning show live from the West Coast like Good Day LA or something. And yet, this morning, he seemed to be wide awake as he rushed around the cabin, already dressed for the day.
Blinking, I rubbed what was left of the sleep from my eyes and asked, "So how did your moonlight picnic go with Mitchie last night? I'm assuming it went well since you're up – oh about five hours before you usually are. You didn't just get back from her cabin or some late night canoe ride did you?"
I knew that wasn't the case because by the time I came back from Camp Star, he was already asleep, but since he barely noticed me leave the night before, I played along as if I had no idea the picnic had gone sideways.
He sighed heavily and raked his fingers through his hair, as he turned to face me. "Let's just say, I've had better ideas than a moonlight picnic, but nothing as bad as a water fight that totally ruined Mitchie's sheet music. So since the water fight was basically an epic fail, I've come up with a new way to loosen up the campers before the big performance and I even fixed her sheet music."
"Wow." I said, surprise not just evident in my voice but on my face, I'm sure.
"I know right?" Shane said proudly as he popped the collar of his open button-up shirt. "I am well on my way to getting back my best boyfriend ever status. And yeah, little bro, you don't have to tell me, I already know I'm a genius."
Rolling my eyes, I mumbled dryly, as I climbed out of my bunk, "That's exactly what I was going to say. You took the words right out of my mouth, bro."
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I knew Mitchie would be surprised when she saw everyone from camp with newly printed sheet music in their hands, Caitlyn leading dance rehearsals, Jason and I helping with the band, Peggy leading the vocals, Ella getting the wardrobe stuff together, and Shane holding court, but I wasn't really prepared for the genuine shock that colored her pretty features.
Her eyes were wide and her painted lips hung open just a little as she tried to take everything in.
I couldn't help but laugh just a little from behind my drum kit, but the laughter died quickly as I watched my brother's eyes light up as he rushed over to her after Caitlyn told her how he got all of this to happen. "Shane got everyone up before dawn," She revealed. "He can be pretty persuasive when he wants to be."
"Morning," He said. "Did you sleep well?"
After handing her a cup of coffee just the way she liked it, he also gave her the new arrangement of her song. "I don't know if you got the new arrangement yet, but it needed a lot of work."
She glanced down at the sheet music in her hand and once again, shock was painted across her pretty features as her big, dark eyes met my brother's brown eyes. "You did this?"
"We all did." He answered as choruses of "yeah," "yep," and "we did" broke out amongst the scattered campers.
"I already know I'm gonna love it." She proclaimed, her voice taking on its familiar warm tint. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Much like when they first saw each other after we had arrived at Camp, their eyes stayed locked on each other and it was only when I'm sure Shane realized everyone was staring again, that he broke the spell and hopped up on stage saying, "All right, let's get started!"
"We gotta rock this stage like we own it, right?"
The answer to his question came in the form of a Junior Rocker's drum solo, whose kit was stationed just behind mine. My lips quirked briefly as the reverberations from the skins of his drums died down. The kid wasn't bad, but if he really wanted to lay it down, I could teach him a few things.
"Now I can hear you, but I gotta see you play. Nate," He called out to me. "Show 'em how it's done!"
Like, I sad, the kid could learn a few things from me. "Like this!" I yelled before playing the opening of one of our old number ones "Got Me Going Crazy."
"Excellent." He murmured before turning to our brother and instructing, "Jason, show 'em how to rock!"
"Okay guys," He said amiably as he prepared to windmill. "Not like this..." The chord he struck on his guitar was a little weak and then he said, "Like this," just before he went into full-on power mode and the Junior Rockers behind him followed suit perfectly.
"Good job!" He praised happily, his usual goofy smile plastered across his face.
"Well, it's easy for you guys, but we're not all rockstars." Caitlyn teased.
"Well, you can be." Shane told her forcefully before she bounded of the stage.
"Heart and Soul" - the song we began to play was a new number – much like "Play My Music" had been the year before, but this was one we had worked on during the tour. We hadn't planned on playing it at camp, but it just sort of worked out that now would be the perfect time for us to debut the song.
Easily I got into the opening and pounded the skins and cymbals of my drums recklessly while Shane's familiar voice rang out over my rhythmic pounding and Jason's power strumming.
"Oh...yeah...all right...Gather round guys...It's time to start listenin'...Practice makes perfect...But perfect's not workin'...There's a lot more to music...Than knowin' where your cue's gonna be..."
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Dana's POV
A lot of things could go wrong with sneaking over to Camp Rock during the day – a lot of things, but it was too late to think about what could go wrong now. I was already on what Tess would call "enemy turf." Just thinking about the ground I was walking on like that made me roll my eyes and laugh at how ridiculous it sounded – even if I was saying it in my head.
I thought I would have to do a lot more sneaking around when it came to looking for Nate and briefly (very briefly), I entertained the thought of having to ask someone where he might be. But even from the docks, I could hear the loud cheers and screams and where there were cheers and screams there was sure to be Connect Three.
I was correct in assuming the brothers Grey were performing and just like I had done when the Camp Rock vs. Camp Star: The Final Jam challenge had been issued, I snuck back behind the stage as I couldn't resist watching him perform. I wasn't some crazy fangirl, but I had to admit, my preferred way of watching Nate was when he was either behind his drum kit or sitting at his piano. But there was something different about watching him play the guitar.
Growing up around musicians I had heard the phrase "he plays that guitar like you would hold a woman" casually thrown about. I never really knew what my parents and their friends were talking about, until right now as I was watching Nate play. His fingers moved effortlessly across the frets and though I couldn't see his fingers move through my hair while we kissed, I imagined if I could, they would look just like that.
And then as the performance reached its crescendo...If you can scream like Axl Rose or sing like Christina show after show...If you've got heart and soul..You can rock and roll! If you've got heart and soul you can rock and roll...It was hard for me not to notice the way he cradled the neck of his guitar in his hand. My cheeks flushed and butterflies erupted in my stomach as I wondered if he held my hand the same way or if that's how both of his arms had been wrapped around me – gentle but still firm.
Quickly, I rushed away from my hiding place and made my way back over to the cabins that were nearest to the lakes. I spotted a bench near one of the many bushes and I was about to sit down, when I noticed he was walking toward the same bench. His eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses and he appeared to be moving to the beat that was playing in his head as he jammed with imaginary drumsticks and while I wanted to already be sitting on the bench when he got there, I couldn't move – his imaginary jam session was too cute to disturb.
Once he sat down, I didn't want to waste anymore time, so I ran over to the bench and just as I put my hand on its back, I called out, "Hi, Nate!"
And that's when the bench began to topple and both of us shouted, "Oh!," in obvious surprise as he fell along with it.
"Oh! Oh! I'm so sorry!" I yelped as I bent to help him. "Are you okay?"
Together, we fixed the bench and he quickly took off his sunglasses as he said, "Hey, Dana. What are you doing here?"
Sitting down next to him, I tilted my head in a way that I hoped came off as flirty. Flicking my hair absently, I wished I could see my eyes to make sure they were twinkling like I wanted to as I remarked teasingly, "What do you think?"
His cheeks flushed a little and his words were spoken slowly and he phrased them as if he were asking a question – as in he didn't know why I was there. "You came to see me?"
But I didn't let either of those things phase me. I was happy just being near him and I hoped once we started talking he would relax and I would get to know him. Because after the few times we had been alone I had so many questions I wanted the answers to like how he was so confident on stage (I was still fighting my stage fright), if he missed being a "normal" teenager, what it was like to go on tour, if his brothers drove him nuts...Anything and everything. I wanted to know it all.
Breathing in his familiar smell, I told him proudly, "Good guess."
And then he did something I didn't expect. He just held up his hands and said, "Here I am."
My mood couldn't help but deflate after his response. I could feel my brows furrow and I knew I was looking at him curiously. I took a deep breath (but not to breathe in his perfect smell) and I let out what was a mixture between a scoff and a chuckle. The strange mixture of sounds died quickly and unceremoniously as I shook my head while wondering if this was the same boy who had kissed me the night before.
I legitimately couldn't tell because I was sure the boy who kissed me and told me the pit of his stomach felt warm just like mine, couldn't be the one sitting in front of me now.
"That's it?" My question came out harsher than I intended, but that couldn't be helped – not with the way my stomach and heart were both sinking fast.
When he didn't say anything, I went into full-on rant mode, which couldn't be helped either. "I came all the way over here in a canoe, risking my father's wrath and that's all you have to say to me? Even after last night? After we..." I somehow managed to lower my voice and though I didn't want to (which was strange), I moved closer to him and whispered, "Kissed?"
His brown eyes that had been smoldering the night before were back to their natural softness and the depths of them were drowning in confusion as he looked at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his hand at his side, flexing as if he wanted to touch me, but he did nothing and somehow my heart and my stomach sunk even further and faster.
Swallowing, I waited for him to say something, anything but he didn't say anything, really. After sighing heavily, he said, "I don't know what else to say."
"There's nothing you're supposed to say." I told him, growing increasingly frustrated. "Everyday I see you looking and waving and I'm all – that's so sweet, I so like him...And then we almost kissed once and after the whole challenge thing went down, you just reached out and hugged me, which was so nice and felt so good. Then last night, we actually kissed and I had never felt anything like that before – I shivered from head to toe, I was warm all over – on the inside and outside..."
"Really?" He interrupted, his voice eager and his eyes sparkling somewhat. "That's what you say? That's how you feel? Felt, I mean, that's how you felt?"
I wanted nothing more than to be as eager as he was, but I couldn't. All I could think about was his lackluster greeting and how this wasn't turning out at all like I expected it to.
"But then..." I sighed heavily just as he mumbled to himself while cringing, "But then? That's never good..."
"How do I really know, if I don't know anything about you? I guess I just thought you were different."
Inside I could feel my stomach tumbling while it somehow was twisting itself into knots at the same time and slowly, the familiar stinging of tears came to the forefront of my eyes. Blinking, I stood up and he stood up with me, insisting, "But I am different."
"No, you're not." I told him, shaking my head. "You're exactly like every other teenage boy in the world. Have you ever told me anything about yourself? You know other than you like canoeing?"
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Nate's POV
I don't know why I was picking right now to be honest with Dana about my feelings for canoeing, but I was.
Maybe it was the way her expressive eyes were glistening with the beginning of tears or how her bottom lip was quivering. Or maybe it was the way I noticed her lithe frame was shaking ever so lightly – like a leaf that was about to fall from a tree – and I tried to reach out for her hand, but she jerked back.
That reaction stung and I could feel my stomach plummet all the way to the soles of my shoes.
The feeling of my stomach plummeting like that should have told me now wasn't the time to be honest. What I should have done was tell her that hugging her felt equally as nice and as good for me and kissing her...Despite being a song writer, I couldn't find the right words to describe what having her lips moving with mine and having the chance to explore her mouth felt like.
Honestly, I didn't think words had been invented yet that would adequately describe how I felt.
But instead of telling her all of that, I said, "Well, I don't really like canoeing."
Quickly, she swiped at her eyes before nodding solemnly. "Oh, good." She murmured, her voice dangerously even. "So I really know nothing about you."
She looked at me pointedly and I knew she wanted me to say something, I just didn't know what. And instead of taking the chance with telling her what was swimming around in my head, I clammed up and once again, said nothing.
"I still don't know what I'm supposed to say."
(You might fall down on your face
Roll the dice and have some faith) ("As She's Walking Away" - Zac Brown Band feat. Alan Jackson)
Her lips were quivering again and the fans of her long eyelashes were beating rapidly like the wings of a humming bird as she tried to stem the tears that were glistening inside her expressive eyes, and I wanted nothing more than to reach out for her, to use my own hand to swipe away her impending tears, but I just stood there.
And clearly, that said it all.
Her body stiffened and her eyes were cold and for once, I wasn't warm in her presence.
"You know how you said, you don't know what you're supposed to say?" She asked, her voice missing the liveliness I had come to know and want to hear all the time. "Well, I think you said everything you obviously wanted to, didn't you?"
For a moment she stared at me and I could see it in the depths of her eyes, she was silently begging me to take this reprieve she was giving me. She wanted me to say anything that would keep her from walking away, but when I didn't do anything, she shook her head sadly and I could see a lone tear slowly sliding down the slope of her milky cheek and for whatever reason I couldn't get my hand to leave my side.
Without glancing in my direction again, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and turned on her heel and I was left standing alone at the bench. The only thing keeping me company was the fresh scent of her perfume that somehow still hung in the air and I couldn't stop myself from breathing it in – wanting to catch it, to commit it to memory before a summer's breeze swept it away.
After all, I couldn't say when I get the chance to have her scent fill my nose again.
(But don't be falling in love as she's walking away
When your heart won't tell your mind
To tell your mouth what it should say
May have lost this battle
Live to fight another day
But don't be falling in love as she's walking away)
I stared longingly at the spot she had been occupying moments before as if the simple act of staring, would somehow bring her back so I could tell her everything I should have. But it was too late now. Sighing heavily, I cursed under my breath, "Dammit," and slammed my fist against the back of the bench.
I repeated the same action twice more as my mind drifted back to what it had been like the night before when I had felt the softness of her lips, explored the mintiness of her mouth, felt all of her pressed against me and had my fingers tangled in the silky strands of her chocolate hair.
Perfect, I realized. That's what kissing her had been like – it was perfect. Not that it mattered much now. It's not like I was going to get the chance to tell her that.
Because you couldn't have said that earlier, smart guy?
Ignoring the voice in my head I picked up my sunglasses and stomped away from the bench, feeling like an even bigger idiot than I had all the times before this.
You really screwed up this time, Grey. The question is what are you going to do to fix it? You can't just let her walk away.
(You might fall down on your face
Roll the dice and have some faith)
(Don't be falling in love as she's walking away
When your heart won't tell your mind
To tell your mouth what it should say
May have lost this battle
Live to fight another day
Don't be falling
Falling in
Falling in love as she's walking away)
Songs Used in this chapter: "Want To" by Sugarland lyrics by Jennifer Nettles, Kristian Bush and Bobby Pinson and "As She's Walking Away" by Zac Brown Band featuring Alan Jackson lyrics by Zac Brown and Wyatt Durette.
End Note: Oh. Em. Gee. We've finally reached it – the pinnacle of adorableness. As hot as Nick was during the performance of "Heart and Soul" and let's face it all that instrument switching, power sliding and back flipping was pretty hot – nothing compares to how adorable he is when he sings "Introducing Me" to Dana.
The only thing that might come close is when he sings "Your Biggest Fan" to Macy on JONAS L.A. in front of everyone, but I would still say "Introducing Me" has the edge in the adorable department.
This chapter may take a while because I might need to be revived every once in a while as I watch the scene play out to you know gauge Dana's reaction to the adorableness that's playing out before her. It's not because I'm watching it over and over and indulging in my own personal swoonfest. Seriously! It's not!
Okay, maybe it is...But can you blame me? No, you can't. Not to mention, I need a good swoonfest because I'm about to cry my face off on Tuesday after this week's episode of Glee airs.