the three of us {chim}

Piece 23

Camille's POV

I am buzzing! I have no idea what to wear but I don't really care, I just want to see Capron. I already miss his presence, voice, words, everything.

I decided to start getting ready. I went into the wardrobe rummaging through clothes.  I pulled out a black skater skirt and a burgundy shirt.  I tucked the shirt into the skirt, since it's a high-waisted one.  I paired it with black flats.

"Whats my little one's plans today?"

"Not much.  I should be home around 2.  Then maybe we can go for a late-lunch?" I grabbed my house keys out of the bowl next to the front door.

"Okay."

"Okay, I'll see you later!"

"Wait, you're going to walk?" I giggled at Cheryl, as if I was going to walk in these shoes.

"No, my friend is outside.  I'll be back soon!  Don't have too much fun without me!" I saw the protection in Cheryl's eyes.  I ran out the door, closing it before she could catch me.  I ran to Capron's car and got in quickly.

"Drive!  Go!" I yelled at Capron to drive away once I saw Cheryl on the porch.

"What's the rush?!" He sped down the driveway, looking at me.

"Cheryl doesn't know that I'm going out with 'a boy'.  She would kill me." It's true.

"I thought that was your Mum." I looked at him, not knowing what to say.

"It's complicated." I wasn't going to let him in, not yet.

"Sorry."

"No, it's okay.  I'd just like to know your last name before I tell you all my secrets and problems." He smiles at me.

"Capron Levi Wells." He held his hand out to shake mine.

"Camille Blue-Shay Tweedy-Walsh." I shook his hand.  I giggled at his playfulness.

"That's a mouthful." He started to tickle my stomach, sending me into fits of laughter.

"Both hands on the wheel, you crazy!" We laughed and made our way to the diner, the whole car journey filled with talking.  We got to know each other and who we are.

Capron is so interesting.  He's not like anyone I've ever met.  I instantly felt the connection between us, there was no room for doubtfulness of love.  He never took his eyes off me, he complimented me every now and then, he would take my hand in his and squeeze it tight. 

"I'm going to go pay.  And before you say you've got it, you don't.  I'm paying, a gentleman always pays on the first date." I smiled up at him as he stood and went to pay for the coffees.  So it is a date.

I looked at my phone, seeing the time.  2:45 PM, shoot.  I was supposed to be home forty-five minutes ago.

"Ready to go?"

"Not really, but I have to get home." He held the diners door open for me.  Capron linked his arm with mine.  I held onto the crook of his arm with my hand.

He ran in front of me, opening my car door as well.  I blushed as a few people watched him do everything for me.

"I've had an amazing time.  I hope this doesn't end here."

"Me too." I cheekily smiled at him.  We spent the car ride back home laughing and singing along to all the radio stations.  I've never been so comftorable with one person.