The Bad Girl And Good Boy

CHAPTER 14 (I like you ... do I?)

    MARC'S POV:
              It's 3am in the morning and I  now used to not sleeping am again thinking about this beautiful evening spent with with .... Jewel .... As I think of her name again a grin spreads across my face. If this is how a first step to insanity feels like so be it, I want to be insane. This feeling is so different. Agonizing yet feels so satisfying. I wonder what this is.
               I hear my bed room creak a little as someone passes by. I quickly get up and reach outside to see Cameroon move towards the attic. Suspicious of his actions I follow him. He enters in as I stand behind hidden. He stands on a table and removes a suitcase. Dusting the case he puts a code and the suit bounces open.
             I hope there are no drugs hidden in my attic. As he puts his hand in the case, he removes a few photos, a top which belongs to a girl probably and a rose .... A dried rose delicately put in a box.
               He looks at one of the photograph and clenches it to his heart as a tear slip from his eyes. "Why" I hear him Whisper so softly I'm surprised I heard it. Some more tears slip from his eyes as he shut his eyes and sat on the floor. This is the first time ever I saw Cameroon like this.
         Shocked by his actions i rush towards Cameroon. He senses me coming and quickly wipes the tear away and keeps the photo aside.
I don't say anything just sit besides him and check the photo. It's a photograph of a very pretty girl... Not as pretty as jewel though ,  i thought but quickly push that thought away. That girl had green bright eyes and red hair.
             "She is Emma" he said and i looked at him and nodded telling him to go on. "Very attractive person i may tell you" he smiled. "I met her when i was i was young like a 6 year old boy. I remember giving her me swings to sit on even if it was my turn and she would give me her ice cream. Well you can say it was like a greed. She grew up so did I. I would watch her everyday untangling her hair, smiling with her pearly whites,her acting like a kid, her kind nature. I finally knew one day that i love her and needed to tell her that. I brought her a rose one day and gave it her while the way back home from school. She blushed when I gave it to her and accepted it.
         Each day i would bring her a rose and she would take it from me. We started talking and i shared my first kiss with her. It was magical, exactly like those Disney movies. I finally decided that I'm gonna tell her that i love her and as usual brought a rose, but she never came, i waited and waited but no ... Nothing at all. I decided to go check at her place what had happened and what i heard there broke me. She was gone, my Emma was gone. She had met with an accident the other day trying to save a homeless kid and .... " His sentences just couldn't be heard anymore. All i heard of was sobs and a tear trickled down my face too. I sit there stunned and never knew that my brother is going thorough so much.
          "We should never fall in love, it hurts us...  Breaks us" he said and i quickly shot back "NO ...That's not true. I think falling in love is one of most amazing feelings. It's so frustrating yet you like what it does to you and the combination is intoxicating." I finish with Jewels face in my mind and did not realise that Cameroon was noticing my every move i suddenly feel embarrassed to what i said and felt that i shouldn't have said that. I finally decided that Cammy needs some lone time so i get up and go near the door to leave.
            "You like that girl so much huh?" He asks me as i stop in my tracks i cant say a word. I just wait there stunned my hands sweaty. "Yes" i surprised us both especially me that i was living into denial all the past few months. I do like her and accepting finally feels good it feels amazing.
         "She must be very .... Intriguing" he asks and a reply with a smile saying "yes indeed".
         I make a run towards my room. Open that Facebook fan page of hers and look at my favourite photograph on the wall. I just keep staring at it. Just keep on doing that.
             "I really like you ..... Do I? I ask and sigh. Damn When I saw her..i hated her, when i started talking to her... I grew fond of her but now that i know her i actually like her. I smile and sigh at the same time. But the second thought of mine is ... Does she thinks the same about me? Probably not. But i just don't wanna think about that now. I just want to embrace the feeling of liking someone and go to bed with of course a dream that includes her. I really like this idiot i say to myself and feel myself drifting into a very sound sleep.