A Broken Road

A Broken Road- 12

The next morning, I decided that I wasn't going to go on this weird triple date thing. I didn't even want to go from the start, I just pushed the matter so badly because it bugged Alex. But now that I see why he's so afraid of me going, I was okay with bowing out.

Before I planned on calling Jesse, I prepared by going downstairs and grabbed a bagel and smeared cream cheese over the top.

"Hey," Alex's voice piped as he came into the kitchen from behind me.

"Hi," I sighed, stuffing my mouth with the bagel.

"Why are you up so early?" he mumbled, walking past me and to the fridge.

"I have to call Jesse and cancel," I told him tiredly.

He gave me a confused look. "You aren't going to go?"

"You made it pretty obvious that you don't want me going," I said.

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd actually listen to me," he told me honestly.

"Well, I didn't want to go in the first place and if this is so important to you, then I won't go."

"Wow, uh, thanks," he stumbled softly in a shocked voice.

I just nodded and hopped off of the bar stool I was sitting at and hurried away from the kitchen. "Anyway," I added at the doorway. "I don't even like seafood."

"Me neither, actually," Alex admitted.

"Cool, so on your way home, you can get a pizza to make up for having me cancel," I decided with an innocent smile.

Alex started to smile at me and nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"Pepperoni," I called as I turned back around and headed for the stairs.

I don't know why, but today, I was in an okay mood. The best mood I've been in since I've moved here. I couldn't help but think that having my first civil conversation with Alex had something to do with it. I walked upstairs and into the room until I remembered that my new camera might be here since I ordered overnight shipping.

With an excited squeal, I ran back through the house, ignoring Alex's confused questions as I ran out the front door and to the mailbox in a flash. When I saw that it was there, I grinned and lugged the large box into the kitchen where Alex watched me with amusement as I ripped the box apart.

"What is it?" he asked curiously.

"A camera," I said, eager to like a kid on Christmas morning.

"You're into photography?" he continued to prod as I put the huge black, bulky camera in my hands.

I nodded. "I am."

"What do you take pictures of?" he asked as I slid in the battery and adjusted the lens before pressing the 'on' button and watching the screen flicker to life.

I shrugged. "Anything, really. Everything," I lifted the bulky camera and quickly snapped a picture of Alex with a bagel in his mouth. When I saw how well the picture came out, I erupted into laughter.

"You can wait until I'm gorgeous to take pictures," he mumbled.

I crinkled my nose. "No thanks. This is much funnier."

He stuck his tongue out at me childishly and I snapped another picture. "Stop it," he grumbled.

I smirked at him. "Take another picture, you say? Of course!" I smiled at him, capturing the perfect scowl on Alex's face.

I threw my head back with laughter as I turned and went towards the stairs. Soon, I was on the soft bed, inspecting every single small gadget and button that my new camera had to offer. After a long decision process, I landed on naming the camera Cammie. Get it? CAMera. CAMmie?