MagCon girls

"Is it serious?"

- Camille -
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I was casually walking on the streets just minding my own business.

Still a little worried because of all that has happen in the last few days.

Plus it's getting late and really have to get back to the hotel.

Waving a taxi off, they stopped for me to hop in.

"Erm, 23rd street please." I nod once, looking outside he window.

It was about twenty minutes from here. Maybe I could clear up my mind.

"Alrighty Ma'am." He sounded so jolly.

I looked at him as I froze.

"CHRISTIAN?"

"You okay?" He asked, "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be crying. What's wrong?"

"You already know." I said, sniffing but at the same time chuckling.

"Am I supposed to? You the queen's daughter or something?" He slightly chuckled at his pun as I smiled.

"No, I'm Camilla Castro."

"I am Christian. And I have drive taxis for most of my life."

Smiling, I fiddled with my fingers, "So how old are you?"

"Twenty, and you?"

"Nineteen, turning twenty this year." I nodded.

"Cool..." He said as we stopped at a stoplight, "You still haven't told me why you were crying. Unless it's too personal or something?" He waved off.

"I thought I never see you again."

Damn, that was cheesy!

"Why would you think that?"

"New Jersey it's a big place and I travel a lot." Grinning slightly, I looked down at my hands.

"Camille would you like to, maybe, come hang out with me?" He asked, sounding so polite.

I wish I could just hug him.

"Sure!"

"Yay," He blurted out as I could see him blush at what he just said.

I smiled at him, "Got a girlfriend? I guess you do 'cause you are that kind of a guy."

"No... not at the moment? What do you mean?"

"Like, all nice and perfect." I didn't know what I was saying until I said it. Gasping, I held both of my hands over my mouth, "I just called you perfect, sorry."

"Well I am not perfect at all." He sighed, his smiled fading.

"I'm not perfect nether... but we can be imperfect together." I smiled.

I sound so cheesy, what the hell.
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- Christian -
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If she only knew what I meant be not being perfect... Why did I got myself into this?

All I do is break hearts, once she's too deep she'll found out what I am keeping to myself and then there will be chaos.

The last thing I want her to do is stop smiling.

I love seeing her smile.

Seeing her crying was disappointing.

I wish she wouldn't go that deep with me...if she did then she would realize it was a mistake.

I am not he type of guy she think I am.
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- Camille -
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His place looked small and cozy, it wasn't to big yet it's want too small.