Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisianna, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Cam POV
October 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
Instead of taking me home straight after dinner like I had expected him to, he told me that there was a second part to this date, and I felt my stomach clench in excitement. I had told my dad I would be home for 10, at the latest, and it was already quarter to that time. I was gonna be in so much trouble when I got home, but.. I just couldn't find it in me to care. I was havin' fun for the first time in months, and everyone else could just fuck themselves, if they were mad about it.
"Okay, so where exactly are we goin'?" I asked, in barely contained excitement, and he grinned in response, and simply touched his nose, covertly, and turned back to the road. I pouted, a little, but still, couldn't stop the smile that made its way onto my face, simply because of how new this entire experience felt to me.
"Just relax, we'll be there in a while," he said, "You're making me nervous."
I chuckled, and did as he said, watching as the flashing lights passed us, the only sounds in the small space of his car being the gentle tinkling of his radio, or our faint breathing.
It took a while, but ultimately the car pulled to a halt, and I glanced up, finding that I could see literally nothing but ten foot high trees and mossy ground.
"Here it is," he said, before putting the car in park, again, and stepping out, although this time, I let him open up the door for me, and help me out, and began walking through the foliage. I was more frightened of falling flat on my face than anything else, but I didn't complain, my curiosity levels were too high for me to just say 'no'.
About 5 minutes of straight walking, and my endless questioning, we arrived at out destination, and I came face-to-face with the most unwittingly romantic settings that I had seen in a long time. It was so simple, yet so thoughtful and it made butterflies swarm around inside of my tummy. There was a pine bench, at the tip of the hill, which was covered with dewy grass and appealing, colourful flowers, we were parked on, which overlooked the entire city of Madison, and he tugged me over to seat, and sat us down.
The cool sensations radiating from the wood soaked through my jeans, chilling my thighs, and the air was gently brushed against my bare skin. The moonlight rained down on us, illuminating our very beings, and the emotion that swelled between us was damn near blinding. Danny sat opposite to me, with his hands clasped in front of him, his sleeves rolled up, showing off his tanned forearms, and a smirk on his face. He asked, rubbing the back of his neck, nervously, "You like it?"
Unable to find the words, I simply nodded, with a crook in my lips, and he let out a breath that he seemed to have been holding in.
"Good," he joked, "I wouldn't know what I would have done if you didn't."
I laughed them, pulling my fish braid over my one shoulder, and I found that, even though this was the kind of stuff that you would find in an overplayed out romantic comedy, I couldn't help but blush at the thought that he had gone through to get me up here. He could have easily just taken me home after our meal, but he didn't - he went that extra mile, and it was worth it. The skyline of the city at this time was a sight to behold and it made the hair on my arms stand on end, and goosebumps break out on my skin, and I shivered. He noticed, and asked, worriedly, "You okay? You look a little cold."
I shook my head, but chose against answering, and just enjoyed the momentary silence that we were thrown into. It was comfortable, warm and just.. Perfect.
-0-
By the time it hit eleven, we thought it best to retire to the car, and he would drop me home, to two very angry family members.
Oh Jesus.
"I hope you had a good time," he said, from my side, and I turned to him, finding that he had a miniature smile on his face. He had wound his fingers through my own as we left the bench, and even though I didn't really feel comfortable with it, he looked so happy, so I let him, and he had continued since then. I suppose this date showed me that I thought of him more of a friend than a lover or a boyfriend, and I just hoped he would get that without me having to make him know, because then it could get a little awkward, and, even though I've been here a short while, I sort of value his friendship, and I would like to keep it that way.
"I did," then after a beat, I added, "Thank you for takin' me out."
He beamed, "It's fine, I've wanted to take you out for a while now, just to get you to smile, because I don't like seeing people I like sad."
My heart lurched in my chest, and I asked, tentatively, worried about his answer, "Danny.. What do you see me as?"
He turned to me, his eyes wide and innocent, "A.. girl?"
Exhaling, sharply, I rolled my eyes, and specified, "No.. I mean what do you see me as?"
He took a second to think about it, his mouth curling up adorably, and answered, truthfully, "A friend?"
Breathing out a sigh of relief, I raised up out intertwined hands, and his eyes widened, "Sorry, it was just so you didn't fall down.. I hope you didn't take it the wrong way?"
I shook my head, slightly, and replied, "No.. I was hoping you didn't, honestly."
He scoffed, with a small, smug smile, "Nah, I think of you like a baby sister. Plus, Clyde is my bro, that would just be awkward."
Laughing it off, I tightened my grip on his hands, and he squeezed mine in return, "I guess initially I thought we might.. But after getting to know you, I can honestly say that we're better off as friends. We have too much in common, anyway."
I agreed, "Damn straight. 'Cept the Dodgers are better than the Badgers, and don't you even try an' deny it, sweetheart."
He scowled, and nudged me, not hard enough to throw me off balance, mind you, but with enough force to move me a few steps to the right, and I grinned, "Sorry about it."
We arrived at the car within moments after this, all laughs and giggles, and we slid in and pulled out, quickly.
-0-
With a pained grin, I bit out, "How much money do you wanna bed that Cly and my pops are still up an' waitin' for me to come home?"
He turned to me, questioningly, and asked, "You had a curfew?"
Rolling my eyes, I answered, "Yep, which was.." then checked my phone, my eyes widening, slightly, and I added on, apologetically, "An hour and a half ago."
He blanched, immediately, and pressed down on the accelerator, cruising through the streets at top speed, damn near scarin' the life outta me.
"Are you outta your goddamn mind?!," I yelled over the sound of the working engine, and he simply chuckled, "I ain't gonna be any later than I need to be to get you home. Your dad already wanted to kill me," then he froze, "I cant imagine what your brother's gonna do."
Laughing, loudly, I said, "Clyde's gonna flip his shit, but there ain't much he can do."
He stared at me, as if I had grown two heads, and cried, "He can cave my fucking skull, have you seen him lately? He's built like a truck, and has to power in his arms that I havent seen for years! He's gonna kill me!"
Pursing my lips, slightly, I answered, "I suppose, but.. Whatever. You're my fake-date, so I'll deal wit' him, don't worry about it!"
He didn't look convinced, in the slightest. As a matter of fact, bless his heart, he looked a little sick. Pulling up to my driveway, with barely three minutes to midnight, I knew that I was gonna get given Hell on a stick by my pops and my brother, but I couldn't find it in me to be remorseful. I had had more fun in the last 5 hours with this guy that I have had in a long time, and I regretted nothing!
He said, with a cavalier smirk, "You want me to walk you up? It seems only fitting, I guess."
Shaking my head, slightly, I turned to him, with a grin on my face, and leaned over, to kiss him on his cheek, in gratitude. I lilted, "No need. I've had the best time, and I don't want to ruin it. Again, thanks, 'cause you've made my weekend."
He grinned, his chest puffing in accomplishment, and I slid out of his car, only to see the lights of my living room burnin' brightly through the wooden blinds.
Oy vey.
The visors twitched, slightly, and I felt my stomach fall to my toes. I turned around, and waved at the worried-looking Danny, and grinned, widely, hiding the anxiety that was bubbling inside of my body. He started the car, and with a hesitant, uncomfortable expression on his face, he drove off into the night, the tires of his car squealing against the tarmac road. I turned on my heel, and began my ascent up my driveway, and towards the inevitable doom that I would have to endure.
Before I had even taken three steps into the house, I heard my brother cough, loudly, as to draw my attention, and when I turned towards him, he was livid. His normally lively green eyes were darkened with unbridled fury, and for the first time, I was sort of scared of what he was going to say. I've always had this strange connection with him, be it because we are twins, or whatever, but this time, I just couldn't predict what he was gonna say, and that frightened me. His tone was tight as he bit out, "You had a nice night?"
Shrugging, not really havin' anything else to say, which only served to fuel his anger. He yelled, loudly, "Do you know what fuckin' time it is?!" making me flinch, on the spot.
I answered, quietly, "Somethin' to 12?"
He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, "Why do you even have a phone if you ain't gonna answer it?"
Sure enough, I pulled my phone out of my purse, and found that I had missed 6 calls from my brother, and a further 8 text messages. Blinking up from the device, I apologised, pathetically, "S-Sorry, Clyde.. I was jus' havin' fun, and I didn't notice the time."
The atmosphere between us was tense for a few awkwardly silent moments, and I found that I couldn't even look him in the eyes, properly, without feeling a tonne of guilt settle in my stomach. He's never been so angry with me before, and I didn't even know why. I was out on a date, with someone that he knew, which was hardly enough to warrant such a negative reaction from him. He stared at me, blankly, before rolling his eyes, and sighing, heavily, "You cant keep doin' this to me, Cammy.. I worry about you every day, an' its stressin' me out."
Stepping forward, I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, and drew him forward, hugging him to my body, and I felt my eyes tear up, immediately, at how broken he sounded. I knew that what happened to me affected him, but I didn't know it was this bad. It's times like these that make me regret callin' him up that night, and askin' him for help. I probably should have kept it to myself, but then, I knew that if he found out at a later date, he would never forgive me for not confiding in him.
I bawled, "I'm sorry, Cly, I don't mean to make it hard on you.. I jus'," I exhaled, sharply, "I jus' fuck up sometimes."
He turned to me, a shocked look in his eyes, and asked, "You think any of this is your fault?"
Looking way from him, I found that the patterns in the carpet were mighty interesting, if I do say so myself, and before long, I heard him sigh, deeply, and hug me, tightly, before mumbling, "None of this is your fault, stupid.. Dad's asleep. He's mad as shit, but work was wearin' him down, so he went to bed. Don't think he's gonna forget, though. You're in for it tomorrow."
Grimacing at the thought, drawing a deep chuckle from my twin, I turned to him and pushed my fist, lightly, into his forehead, and flicking my wrist, so his head moved, fractionally. He threw his arm over my shoulders, then, and tugged me upstairs, and kissed my hairline as he broke off to go to his room, and I retreated to mine. As quickly as I could, I undressed, and threw on a pair of cotton black pyjama pants, and an oversized baseball jersey, before taking out the brain that was in my hair, and tying my hair up in a high ponytail, and eventually slipped into bed, and drifted off to sleep.