!!!Bower Power!!!

Chapter 8

Kat POV:

At first, I ran away. I hid. I picked up my bag, and was at the crosswalk heading towards the bus stop. But then, and I know this sounds sappy, I had an epiphany. Not the life-altering, world-changing kind of epiphany, but the small kind you have while waiting for the orange hand to morph into a white stick figure who grants your passage across the road.

My epiphany was the kind that produced a smile on your face, the kind that gave you nostalgia of the past, even though the past was ten minutes ago. That's right, I missed the concert. I missed hearing my favorite songs playing live. I longed for the eyes of Jamie Campbell Bower to be upon me once again.

So I went back.

And I was scared. Scared of A: being rejected. Maybe he didn't really want to see me, maybe I was just imagining his smiling eyes when he looked at me.

Scared of B: my horrible self. I'm the most awkward person I know, so it's inevitable that I will screw something up while talking to him.

And scared of C: the wrath of mom. I better start writing my will and planing funeral details, because mother is sure to kill me when I return home.

All of my fears were then erased when I looked into Jamie Campbell Bower's dazzling icy blue eyes. Staring into them was like looking into a reflective pool of spring water. I couldn't tear away from his gaze under any circumstances. I worry it would hurt too much.

All of my worries lifted when he looked back at me and grinned, beaming ear to ear, like he found his lost treasure. I felt pink heat rush up to my cheeks, glad that my presense was desired. Then I realized, what if he thought I was just another fangirl who fawned at his every move? (Which is totally true, but I don't want him to know that.) So I quickly bent my head and averted his gorgeous eyes, still smiling to myself.

I was thinking about how jealous Amanda would be when I tell her about locking eyes with THE JCB, when from the corner of my eye, I saw him hop of the stage he was on during the show.

Oh no, I thought. What if he wants to talk to me! I'm a complete mess I can't meet him like this.

Thank. The. Good. Lord. Almighty. A blessed fangirl stopped Jamie dead in his tracks with her phone in her hand, hoping to take a picture. That should give me some time to escape. But I had to dissapear quickly, or else he might find me. I dashed away, and tried to blend with the crowd as much as possible.

I felt a vibration in my pocket, my phone. I tugged it out and checked the caller ID: Amanda

"Hey girl! How's it going?" She asked in an excited tone. She must think somethings going on with us.

I reassured  her,"Nothing's going, Amanda. I can tell he wants to talk to me but I'm too embarrased. I don't think he will like me."

"ARE YOU INSANE?! You are in freaking Houston, so close to freaking JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER and you won't freaking TALK TO HIM?! Girl if you don't meet him right this minute I so solemly swear I will hitch-hike over there and make you!"

She was exasperated. She sounded more enthusiastic about this situation than I did, and she was miles away. Her cheerfulness made me re-evaluate my plan to confront him. instead of running and hiding from my love, I gathered my courage to meet him, in person.

After shutting my phone, I took a deep breath. In, and out. I tried to find him through the crowd, which wasn't hard. He stood out like the only rose in a bush of thorns, brilliant and bright. I squeezed my way through the thirty or so people still lurking about, trying to make myself somewhat decent by fixing my hair and wiping the leftover eye makeup off my face.

And there he was, the Jamie Bower of my dreams. Except, he wasn't in my dreams. Not anymore. He looked so strong, so powerful. Like a beam of sunshine casting through dark clouds. The only difference was, I can't touch sunlight, but Jamie is tangible. In flesh, and in blood. I streched out my arm, and tapped his shoulder. He turned around, and my life was complete.