Don't Go. (EDITING)

Chapter 3

Lorne's POV:

Camille is super cute. She wears my sweatshirt now, and still looks good. When she laughs, it makes me laugh. When she smiles, it makes me smile.

"Want to go outside or something?" She asks, siting up straight.

"Sure." I tuck the controllers in the cabinet of the table under the TV, and turn off the Xbox. We walk out the back door, and into the backyard.

Lots of people relax on the porch and around the fire pit. Camille and I step off of my large porch and sit in the grass. We watch the younger kids jump on the trampoline.

"Have you seen Piper?" Camille asks.

"Is Piper your sister? The girl who set the cup down on the table in the living room?" I ask, looking to her. I look into her brown eyes with my blue eyes.

Gowd she's so pretty.

"Yep. Have you seen her sense than?"

"No. Sorry."

"Nah it's fine. I was just wondering where she went."

After a few minutes, Mrs. Olson walks over.

"Camellia? Why are you wearing different clothes?" She asks. Camille looks up to her Mom in surprise.

"Oh, I kinda spilled some fruit punch on myself, so Lorne loaned me some of his."

"Well isn't that sweet." She smiles at me. "Did you say thank you Camellia?"

Camille rolls her eyes. "Yes Mom." She says.

"Okay." Mrs. Olson says. Than she leans down and kisses Camille on the top of her head. Camille scowls and runs her fingers through her hair like a little kid as her Mom walks away.

"What?" She asks as I grin at her.

"Nothing. Your just funny." Did I really just say that?!

"Ha. Ha." She pinches her lips after says it. I laugh, and after a couple seconds, the corners of Camille's lips turn up into a smile. Than she laughs.

People talk around us as we lay in the grass. The sun slowly falls, sending yellow, orange, pink and purple across the sky. It's like the comforting warmth of a sweet embrace, stilling your heart and causing your breath to hold for the slightest of moments as the wonderment of the beauty of it collects in a bag of mixed emotions, leaving me to feel a true sense of joy. It's amazing. Especially with Camille laying right next to me.

I hope this moment never ends.

After awhile, I look over to Camille. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is parted slightly. Her chest rises and falls in a pattern similar to mine.

I gently shake her shoulder, whispering, "Camille," until she opens her eyes.

"Did I fall asleep?" She asks sleepily, siting up. I nod and laugh softly. She shoves my shoulder jokingly.

A lot of people have already left, I notice, as I look around. Only a handful of people sit around the fire pit. Orange flames lick up the logs that lay teepee style in the center of cement bricks. The people around it sit in wooden lounge chairs, and laugh loudly as they talk about whatever adults talk about. A few younger kids still jump on the trampoline still. They scream as they tumble over each other.

"Come on, lets go inside, it's getting a little cold." She says. We stand up and walk back inside, sliding the door closed behind us. We return to the living room.

"Want to watch a movie?" She asks.

"Sure." I turn on the TV and grab the remote. I open Netflix and open the comedy section. "How about Blended?"

"Yeah, that movies funny."

"Yeah." I select Blended and we sit down on the couch. As the movie starts to play, butterflies dance in my stomach. I swallow and lean back into the couch.

Camellia's POV:

We watch the movie and laugh at the funny parts. About half an hour of the way through, my eyeslids start to droop. I smile as another funny scene is displayed on the flatscreen TV.

Than, I slowly fall asleep beside Lorne.

"Camellia." Someone whispers loudly in my ear. I pick my head up to see my mom hovering above me.

"Wha?" I blink up at her.

"We're going to go home sweetie." She smiles and tilts her head to the side. I blink hard and stand up, but Lorne's hand trails with mine, and wakes him up.

"Camille?" He mumbles as he opens his eyes. He looks at our locked hands, than at my Mom. "Ugh..." He releases my hand and stands up next to me. My arm falls to my side. "Are you leaving?" He asks.

"Yes. Thank you inviting us Lorne." Mom says, giving him one of her 'Mom smile's. I notice Piper standing near the door with a sleepy look on her face. Her earbud wires hang down from her ears and lead to her pocket, where her phone is.

"Oh, uh, no problem." He smiles back, and looks at me. I smirk.

"Bye." I say. I slip on my vans and follow Mom to the door.

"Bye." Lorne waves, and I wave back.

As we walk across the street back to our new house, I cradle the hand that Lorne and had held, with the other hand. I smile to myself as I think of his face, his smile, his dark hair, his blue eyes, his hand holding mine, the feel of his hoodie. I pull the hood over my head, and take in his sweet smell.

When we unlock the front door, and step inside, I see Dad asleep on the couch, still in his suit and tie from work. As Mom wakes him, I slide out of my vans. As Piper and I head upstairs and go to our rooms, the hood of Lorne's hoodie falls from my head, and bumps my back as I walk to my bedroom. I plug my phone into my charger and set it on my bedside table. I crawl into my bed, still wearing Lorne's sweatshirt. Pulling the hood over my head once again, I breath in the smell of his cologne.

Why is he in my head? I just met him yesterday, and I'm smelling the clothes he gave me. I wonder if he likes me? Do I like him?

Butterflies fill my stomach at just the thought of him.

I... I think I do...