Being Next to You

Chapter 48: stolen shot

Camille Smyth.

She was so beautiful— dancing on the dancefloor. Her beauty over shined his dance partner, Harrison. I pitied him as many eyes suddenly began to stare at them.

"Isn't that Camille? She looks beautiful," awed Angie, looking at them. He was holding my hand, and we were still dancing. I look at him. He's so tall. Angie noticed it, and he smiled at me. Again, my heart was beating fast.

"Th-that's a bad move..," I told him, yet he was clueless, however, he apologized to me quickly. I feel bad because I felt like I was cheating. My head was down, and staring at our feet. It was a slow dance. I was glad.

"Hi~! Rina~!"

I turned my head, and Camille and Harrison was next to us.

"H-Hello..." I sounded totally weird saying that...

"Oh, hi, Camille, Harry," Angie greeted. "You both look good together," he added.

"Thank you, Angelo!" Camille sounded happy. "You and Rina also look great!!"

Harrison got angry. "Don't spout nonsense, Angie! You're encouraging, Camille..!" He scolded him, he was flushing red as an apple, or maybe it was the light effects.

"Why? You both unexpectedly look nice together," I said, I sounded sarcastic. Harrison and my eyes met, and he looked away immediately. I know he did it on purpose.

"My feet started to hurt," Angie smiled à. "Is it okay to stop?"

"It's fine. No worries."

"Sorry and thanks," Angie said, then we returned back to our place where Terence and rest are.

"Great job," said Terence. Asking for a Hi-5, so I did it for him. I gave him one.

Dewey gave me a blue-green drink. It's not alcoholic. He was drinking a red-orange one, and so as Carlos, who is busy with his camera. "What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Wanna see?" He showed me the photos in his camera. "These photos looks amazing, right? They're all worthy to pass them to the competition if I say so myself," Carlos was so proud. The pictures indeed looks nice. "Hey, can I use your photo to enter my next competition? You and the eldest gives off an awesome vibe when dancing!"

"... Will my face be showing outside you're school..?"  I was uncomfortable to ask...

"Maybe some websites or exhibits to gain popularity," he answered like nothing to worry about.

So I answered, "NO." Flat.

Carlos laughed at me. I tugged Angie's sleeve, who happened to be next to me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Carlos wants to enter a picture of us in a competition," I replied.

"Let me see," he said. Carlos showed him the picture, and Angie made an uncertain expression on his face.

He asked him, "Will this be shown in the public?"

"Yeah. Obviously," Answered Carlos.

"Then, no. Sorry."

Angie also flatly rejected him.

"WHY??? BOTH OF YOU LOOK SO SEXY! ESPECIALLY, YOU, ANGELO! YOU LOOK SO HOT! YOU WERE A WOLF LURING OUT AN INNOCENT LAMB! YOU MADE THE YOUNGEST LOOK SEXY!!"

"Well... That's the point..." Angie muttered. "I look like a bad example," he worries.

"So what? You were burning in passion. I like it."

"That's not my point here..." Angie was having difficulties.

"My theme is passion, and this picture has it!"

Carlos was still fighting for it.

"... Does it need to be me... dancing...?"

"Please consider changing the picture," I also asked Carlos to do us a favor here. He gave in, and grabbed his camera and started to take shots.

It was loud and noisy, but I still hear the clicks coming from Carlos' camera. His photographs were all stolen shots.

Then he suddenly called me and Angie out.

'Honestly speaking, he shouldn't have called us out, and showed that picture to us.'

Dewey and Terence were not here for the moment. They disappeared like air.

But coming back to the subject, the photo what Carlos' showed to us was a picture of Camille and Harrison kissed endearingly together.

"How shocking," commented Angie.