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SUMMARY: John and Cameron take another leap into normal life as they purchase a house to live in!

Chapter 5: Transaction

John shifted in his seat uncomfortably; sweat forming on his palms which are gripping the steering wheel tightly. He glanced sideways at Cameron, who sat painfully straight and looking out of the window but instead of the usual stoic look that came as a 'package' with the sitting straight, she was looking curiously out at the neighborhood they are entering, looking to be genuinely busy.

It had been a few minutes since Cameron and John spoke to each other. And the only time they did was to discuss where they wanted to live from now on. But mostly, John realized he was talking to himself as Cameron just nodded and agreed with whatever he thought was safest for them – for her. So John decided on the fact that they should see the house and decide together.

"Cameron," John spoke, unable bear the painfully quiet drive. She practically jumped in her seat, turning to look at John so quickly it almost scared him how reactive she was to his call, like a dog waiting for its owner to call, John thought painfully, "What's wrong?" He asked, reaching out his hand to cover hers, resting on the back of her hand.

He felt her small hand resist the urge to curl up into a fist under his, "Nothing," She muttered.

"Tell me if something's bothering you. I know how it feels to have something cooped up in your chest all the time," John cooed and goaded her into telling him but Cameron was hesitant.

"I'm alright, really, it's nothing," Cameron smiled, looking at him as if trying to reassure him she's fine but she doesn't look that way to John. He felt scared but there was nothing he could do, at least not until he reached their house. John reluctantly let go of the subject and her hand and concentrated on driving. Cameron gave him a small but hesitant smile before turning to look out of the window again.

They reached the house they –or rather John- chose. It was a small one with a dark red brick roof, wooden door, beautiful front yard, white outer walls and a quiet surrounding. This is exactly the kind of place Cameron could use to spend her life with me and get her memories back! Well, at least the good ones back. It was all John wished for and wanted.

He quickly parked the jeep in front of the house, pulled up the handbrakes and stopped the engine, "Well?" John asked softly, gently covering her hand with his.

"It's nice," Cameron mumbled, busy looking at the surroundings.

"You like it?" John probed, smiling. She never spoke but gave a small nod.

Satisfied, John leaned back to his seat. Cameron turned to face him, out of curiosity. He flashed her a quick but warm smile before sweeping up his cell phone and the newspaper, dialing the number on it. It went on for three agonizing rings before the person picked up.

"Yeah, hi," John started. Cameron listened intently to John's side of the conversation, "correct, I would like to buy the house…yes, I'm already here. If that's possible…alright. Good. Thanks," John said and hung up, pocketing his cell. After stowing away the newspaper, he turned to Cameron, smiling at her.

"What did he say?" Cameron asked, almost anxiously.

John didn't say anything but continued to smile.

"John," Cameron said in an accusing tone.

"Alright," He sighed, "He'd come over and settle the papers with us, we can have the house," Just as John finished a pair of slender arms threw themselves around his neck. He flinched as Cameron's hair brush past his face, leaving traces of the sweet smelling shampoo she used, "Its okay," John grinned, returning the hug.

John can't believe he's finally going to own a house but not just any house, a house with Cameron. All their happy times would be in there from now on! That thought filled his heart with warmth and happiness he'd never felt before. Quietly, he and Cameron embraced each other, his hand constantly on her back, feeling her warmth under his palm.

John grinned to himself, burying his face into the crook of Cameron's neck. He can't imagine how happy she is now. He continued stroking her back, kissing her softly on the cheek. His cheek rubbed against hers for a moment before she felt it slip down to her neck.

The bed felt soft under her and she can feel the weight of John's head on her stomach but she liked it. Cameron felt him shift, turning and she looked down at him. He smiled in return; that itself was enough to corrupt her systems.

John took in a sharp breath. He sat up, quickly turned to Cameron and crouched on all fours above her, pressing his lips against hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he hunched over her. Their kiss started to become more passionate when Cameron broke it.

"We really shouldn't stay here any longer," Cameron stated flatly. John looked at her, annoyed, running a finger down the side of her face and onto her jaw line, ignoring her last comment. He leaned forward to pull her into another kiss but Cameron stopped him, putting her palm on his chest, "I'm serious, John. We'll be late for school and Sarah will be coming up soon to call us for breakfast if we don't go down,"

"You think I really give a damn about that?"

"No," Cameron replied "But you will,"

"Because why?" John challenged slyly, running his hand to her waist, slipping under her shirt and feeling her bare skin against his hand. Cameron could feel it and she classified it under 'ticklish' but enjoyable. She resisted the urge to giggle.

"Because," Cameron reached over and withdrew his hand from underneath her shirt "I said so,"

"Really?" John smiled, bending lower, to the crook of her neck. He kissed her neck lovingly. But Cameron shrunk away, to his annoyance. She was pleased John was showing his affection for her. She can feel him breathing warm breath on her skin.

"Cameron!"

She blinked twice, realizing she was out of John's embrace and him out of hers, to her disappointment. He was holding her by her shoulder, shaking her. Anxiety seems to be taking over his entire being if she doesn't respond soon.

"I'm fine," She said hurriedly, twisting out of his grip, quickly but not unkindly, shifting in her seat. Cameron realized beads of sweats were already forming on her forehead.

"Don't lie to me," John's voice sounded close to desperation and even tears. But Cameron didn't dare to look him in the eye, "Please," His hand held her right cheek and forced her to look at him. His fingers gently caressed her cheek, running down her jaw line.

"John," Cameron said, pleadingly, "Stop it," She pulled herself away from his soft hold. Cameron didn't want John to know, knowing full well he'll burst his brains worrying about her day and night. She screwed her eyes shut, feeling that image forcing their way back into her head. That kiss was so passionate and so pleasing to her…

Subconsciously, Cameron opened her eyes to meet John's emerald ones, filled with worry for her. She wondered if that John was the same was this John. In her image they looked different in terms or their haircut and from there; this John looked sterner than the last one.

But Cameron was persistent to find out. She had to find out if the John she knew is the same one she is with now. Her eyes sought their way across John's face features. She realized she was physically attracted to him. Everything about John; His attitude, his responsibility, his love for her, his looks, his gentleness to her, the way he touched her, everything about him draws her to him like a bee to honey.

Her curiosity decided for her. She leaned forward to get closer to John. He stiffened and his breathing quicken. Cameron continued to lean in closer under she could practically feel his warm breath on her face. For a millisecond, their lips brushed and John took in a sharp breath, like my images… Cameron realized but before she knew it, John pulled away.

She blinked, feeling a little hurt but she realized why.

In front of their jeep was a SUV. Apparently, it just arrived. They heard the engine stop and then a man in his mid-forties stepped out. Cameron studied him closely.

The man had a huge bald patch in the middle of the top of his head, black moustache, his black belt straining under his fat belly, stubby built. Not at all to be comparable with John.

What am I doing?! Cameron frowned, feeling rather ridiculous, comparing John with other guys. Despite all that man's flaws which Cameron seen through easily; he still wore a handsome white suit and shiny black shoes.

John swore Cameron would've kissed him if he hadn't heard the noise and pulled away, ready to attack whoever sneaked up on them. John's heart was pounding on his chest, in excitement and surprise as well as anticipation but he blew it. He glanced at Cameron, who was staring at the intruder.

John assumed he must be the house owner. He stepped out of the jeep, hearing Cameron doing the same on the other side. John can't shake the thought of Cameron being braver with the environment without sticking to him all the time; she is becoming more like his Cameron. Especially after every trance…

"Hi," The stranger said in a croaky but cheerful voice.

"Hello, I'm assuming you're Mr Smith?" John said, in a not-too-friendly-but-polite voice.

"Yes, I am," Mr Smith gave him a grin, revealing some decayed teeth. John ignored that, "You're Mr Geel?" He asked, narrowing his eyes and examining him up and down.

"Gale," John corrected hastily.

"Ah. It's all the same," He waved away John's correction. He narrowed his eyes at Mr Smith, who smirked at him, "I'll show you into the house," The three of them walked up the path and into the house. The smell of woodwork filled their noses.

"This is new," John pointed out.

"Yes," Mr Smith replied, "There are two rooms," John and Cameron wandered around hand in hand. There is already furniture.

"The furniture is new too?" John turned around.

"Yes, I bought them and intend to stay here but since my family preferred my other house…"

John nodded absent mindedly, walking to the kitchen and finding it all in order but he didn't have time to examine it, nor the house. All John cared was that he loved the house.

"What do you think? You like it?" John whispered to Cameron who just nodded as a plain but confident response, "How much?"

"One million," Mr Smith smiled in triumph, taking in the appearance of two youngsters just coming into the society.

John chuckled, "I must've heard wrongly. One million dollars?" He asked mockingly. Mr Smith nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"You heard correct Mr Gale,"

"You got to be joking," John said, "I could buy a much bigger house with a million," He said.

"Yes, you could but seeing that you and your young wife here is just starting out I think one million dollars is quite reasonable for a starting new couple," Mr Smith turned to Cameron, eyes roaming up and down her body. John clenched his fists. He can't believe he is getting bullied and pushed around by this old crap. John felt like punching him for looking at Cameron like that. He took two steps and stood in Mr Smith's line of vision of her, blocking him.

He felt Cameron's hand reach out to hold on to his hand, squeezing it. John squeezed her sweaty palm back assuring her.

"Mr Smith, I'm sure you don't want to make this transaction difficult," John growled, ready to reach for the gun resting on his belt if this man refuses. Luckily, John was smart enough to already attached a silencer, so even if he had to shot this man right here now, no one would know.

"Alright," Mr Smith finally gave in, eyes darting around nervously, "Name your price,"

"Good," John frowned at the sudden twist of the situation, "Five hundred thousand?"

Mr Smith shrugged, hastily, "Fine," He said, "write a Cheque, I'll get it to the bank and you'll get your house,"

"No need for that. I don't like banks. Do you have the documents?" John said receiving a nod before using his free hand to dig into his jacket, from the inside pocket, pulling out a packet of diamonds, "Catch," John threw them over. Mr Smith caught them and looked inside.

"How'd I know if they're the right amount?"

"It's not my fault you can't count," John faked a smile, "Where are the documents?" Mr Smith reached into his own coat and pulled out the documents, handing them to John. After checking them and making sure the keys are there, John nodded to signify the end of their transaction.

Mr Smith practically scurried back to his car and John and Cameron followed but to their jeep instead, hand in hand.

A few neighbours who walked past stared but otherwise paid no attention to either of them. John felt a strong tug on his jacket and turned. Cameron's other hand was on his jacket, she was pouting a little.

John laughed uncontrollably, "What is it?"

"I'm hungry," She pouted.

"Oh," John's laughter stopped instantly, "I'll bring you to eat something after we settle in the house alright?" He asked, holding both her hands up in both of his larger ones. Cameron smiled and nodded, satisfied. Suddenly, a loud crash made both of them jump out of their skin.

John practically pounced onto Cameron to protect her, covering her body with his but nothing came. He warily glanced over his shoulder and spotted Mr Smith's SUV's nose badly dented by a tree. The car burst into flames.

"What the hell?" John frowned. Cameron made a move to go and have a look but John stopped her, "forget it. We can't get involved this time round," John glanced over Cameron's shoulder to find the neighbours all looking at the burning SUV, "Hey! Can you call the police, there's been an accident!" He shouted to them. He saw the man took out a cell and called.

John jerked his head into the direction of the jeep and he and Cameron went to work, transferring their belongings to the house. He took most of the things while Cameron took the lighter ones and minor things. She followed John to the house, glancing at his back with a small smile.

John would never find out she helped out in the transaction too, with her quick wits and of course, the help of his shiny gun on his belt plus a few tugs on his hands so he won't feel it.

It seems like something I should do…

To be continued…

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