Bobcat

Lights

Chapter's Songs:
Ramona -Beck
Slow -Felix Snow ft. Madi

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Cole's POV:

After what felt like a long walk filled with small banter back to my apartment, we walked up the stairs to my town house. She finally knew my name now. She seemed a little unresponsive towards it. It was nice to not have someone flip shit over who I was. I didn't move to unlock the door yet. I was admiring her in the street light. The way it rested against her face, caressing her, it was something I wanted to photograph. Something that made me want to take a picture. There were a lot of moments I wish I had my Cannon camera, but this went into my top ten. She just stood there smiling before awkwardly looking at the door, making me snap back to reality. I fumbled with my keys before unlocking the front door, trying to not laugh at my own inaptness.

I reached inside the door and clicked the light on, letting her walk into the flat first, following after her. I shut the door behind me as I pushed my fingers through my hair, looking at the stairs.

"My room is upstairs if you want to follow. If you want a drink or anything just grab it. Help yourself," I said as started towards the stairs, going up to my room. She followed after me as I walked into my glorified mess. "Oh shit. Yeah. It's a mess. Don't look at it." 

There were clothes on the floor, and my desk had my schoolwork all over it. My mac on the desk was covered in sticky notes, and my television had the last eight DVDs I had watched just casually sitting on it. My bed wasn't made, and my photography stuff was laying out over my dresser. She said it wasn't a big deal, but I should have said something about it. She was probably silently judging me. What wasdone was done though. I pulled my chair away from my desk, puffing up my cheeks, glancing back at her.

"Here," I said logging in, pulling up my portfolio for my photography class. There were pictures of myself obviously, but what I wanted to show her was the pictures I had of her. One of them was my key photo was of her. I looked up at her as she looked at the photo of her laying in the grass on her stomach with her hair pulled back in a knot, a few strands of hair falling against her cheeks. There was a pen pushed through her bun. The sunlight had hit her just right, and you could see her biting her lip in concentration. I looked at her, waiting for her to say something, but she just sat there with her lips parted as she looked at the picture. "You draw. I'm a photographer, and when I see something that beautiful, my finger twitches. I know you probably feel like-"

"No, Cole. It's absolutely beautiful," she whispered, her fingertips slightly reached out to touch the screen. I wasn't going to stop her, but she stopped herself. "I can only imagine what pictures would look like if I actually knew you were taking them." She looked down at me slowly, her hand sliding over my shoulder. I found myself sliding my hand over hers as I looked up at her apprehensively, smiling. I pushed the chair back slightly as I responded.

"Would you do that? I mean you don't have to, but it would be an honor," I said smiling up at her. She nodded at me before pulling her jacket off, tossing it on the chair in the corner of my room next to the window.

"I would love to actually. It could be fun," she whispered. "We could start now if you want." I could tell she was still partially intoxicated by her three drinks tonight and the one I got wasn't exactly light. I wouldn't want to take advantage of her. She was humorous and kind and appreciative of my work. I couldn't really ask more out of a person, but I still didn't want to make her uncomfortable. I stood there watching her, my thumb sliding under my suspenders, not knowing what to say at first.

"We can start tomorrow if you want. I wasn't really expecting a photo shoot tonight," I mumbled not knowing what kind of photo shoot she expected at two in the morning in my dark room. She shook her head as she looked up at me. She seemed to be standing closer to me than I remembered. I knew there had been a tension between us, but it seemed low of me to do anything between what she had to drink and knowing how my brother felt about her despite Nova. He'd date anyone to get close to someone he really wanted to be with. That poor girl.