Violentine Oneshots

Pictures

A/N: More 4AM writing

“Hey, Vi, you gonna bring your camera?”

Violet turned to Clementine, shrugging. “Probably not.”

Clementine raised an eyebrow, sending her girlfriend a smirk. “Why not? I thought you took this thing everywhere.”

Violet gave a small smile at this, walking over and placing a kiss on Clementine’s cheek. “I do. But I only take pictures of stuff that’s important…”

“And going to a baseball game isn’t important to you?”

Violet shrugged, shaking her head. “Not really. The only thing important about it,” she began, looping her arms around Clementine’s waist.”-is spending time with you.”

Clementine grinned, humming softly as she wrapped her arms around Violet’s neck, leaning in and kissing her. She could feel Violet smirk into the kiss, the two nearly getting caught up before Clementine pulled back. “If we continue, we aren’t going to make it to the game. Javi would kill me if I missed him play.” She joked, earning a huff from Violet.

“Alright, alright, let me just use the bathroom really quick and we can go, okay?”

Clementine smiled and nodded, placing another quick kiss on Violet’s cheek before watching her walk into the bathroom and shut the door. She stood for a moment, rather awkwardly, not knowing what to do, until her eyes once more flickered to Violet’s camera.

She couldn’t blame her: film was pretty expensive, so it made sense that she’d only take pictures of certain things. What didn’t make sense however, was that Violet was always weary to show Clementine her photos. She still had yet to see most, and intrigue combined with boredom had never been a good combination.

Slowly walking over, Clementine glanced behind her at the bathroom door, softly lifting the camera up and placing it to the side to reach the scrapbook underneath. She turned the page back, smiling softly at the first few images. A picture of Violet’s grandma by a window, their highschool from the front, and very freshman looking Louis, Aasim and Ruby. Flipping the page, Clementine could only snicker at the next.

It was a page with two birthday parties on it, one Aasim’s and the other Omar. It was now Clementine realized it must be in chronological order, as she started to flip through the pages at a faster pace, wanting to see more before Violet came back.

Skipping more than a few pages, Clementine tilted her head. It was the end of junior year, as made obvious by Violet’s writing and time stamp at the bottom of one of the photos. It was a picture of Brody’s birthday at a diner, the whole group smiling as they drank their milkshakes.

Then, summer. The group at the lake, Brody on a swing about to fall into the water, and all of them sitting around a campfire. She skipped a few more, finding herself about three fifths of the way through the book, when she heard the faucet turn on. She was almost out of time.

Scanning over the next few pages, Clementine felt her heart swell. It was a picture of her, first day of senior year, looking quite lost as she sat on one of the benches outside school. From the point of view of the picture, she could tell Violet hadn’t really been standing near her, or even next to her.

Under that, was a picture of herself at the same diner Brody’s birthday had been held, followed by several more pictures of her with the group. Her and Violet’s first date, a picture of her and Violet sharing a kiss of which she assumed either Brody or Louis had taken a picture of. Several other dates or simply random pictures of Clementine littered the rest of the book, a tear falling from her eye and dropping onto the book before she even realized she had started crying. Then, pictures of graduation.

“Alright, ready to g-” Violet stopped mid sentence, heart plummeting into her stomach. “Clementine,” She started, practically choking it out. She felt like she was going to vomit. She was proud of her pictures, yes, but she had never shown them to anyone. Only Brody, of which she didn’t voluntarily show. The auburn haired girl had simply snuck into her room during one of their infamous sleepovers, and found the book herself.

It wasn’t that she didn't want to show Clementine, either. She wanted to show her. Share with her something that had been such an important part of her life for years now. But the content of the pictures was what she worried about. Granted, it was probably a bit creepy that she had taken several photos of Clementine before they had started dating, but as she said she only took picture of things that were important; and the way Clementine looked under the sun in her ragged old hat and jeans made Violet’s heart flutter in ways she didn’t think possible.

“Clementine, I-” She stuttered for words, mouth coming up dry as her lungs begged her to breath. Would this be it? Clementine would see the photos and everything would end there? Violet would be deemed a creep, and that would be the end of her happiness?

“Violet,” Clementine began, her voice wavering as she turned around, grabbing the frozen girl and hugging her tightly. Violet almost choked as she huffed out air, taking a shaky breath as she reminded herself to breath. “They’re beautiful, but...there’s so many of me…?” She questioned, pulling back and looking Violet in the eyes.

Violet only looked for a moment, head quickly turning and looking at the ground. “...I only take pictures of important things, and you’re….you’re pretty important, Clem. Always have been.”

Clementine couldn’t help the tear that fell from her eyes next as she sniffled, smiling softly and bringing her hand up to lift Violet’s chin, kissing her again. This time it was soft, and brought Violet back to her usually relaxed posture that Clementine constantly warned her about.

“I’m sorry if...If it’s creepy, I won’t do it anymore, I’ll burn them-” “-What? No!” Clementine quickly protested, shaking her head. “Is that why you didn’t want to show me?”

Violet merely glanced down again, bringing her arm up to rub her shoulder as she gave a small nod.

“Vi,” Clementine sighed, shaking her head. “I don’t care if you took pictures of me. It’s flattering, really,” She chuckled, watching as Violet slowly looked to her once more. “I love them. And when we get back from the game, I want you to show me every one and talk about what made it so important, okay?”

Violet gave a small smile now. “...Really?”

“Of course!”

Violet gave a full on grin now, lips perked as she tried to hide it a bit. “O-Okay. I’ve- I’ve got more too.” She stated eagerly, looking back to Clementine as if she had to explain. “After graduation I wanted to start another book,”

Clementine smiled and shook her head, grabbing Violet’s hand and dragging her to the doorway. “And you can tell me all about it when we get home, alright?”

Violet grinned and nodded, before her eyes widened and she wiggled her hand out of Clementine’s grasp, running back and grabbing her camera before returning.

“I think...That...This is something important, right? And….If it’s important to you, it’s important to me.” Violet started, her voice shaking much like Clementine's had the day she confessed. “So, uh…”

Clementine grinned, taking Violet's shaking hand and moving the camera up. She adjusted her pointer finger to the trigger, moving the camera so it was facing them. With one quick movement, she kissed Violet's cheek, pressing the trigger at the same time, watching the flash go off.

When she pulled back, Violet still had a rather shocked look on her face, her cheeks bright red. She simply snickered, grabbing the photo and shaking it.

“I love you.” Violet interrupted, turning to Clementine.

Clementine slowly smiled. “I love you too.” She watched the slow smile spread across Violet's face, shaking her head. “You're a cheese, Vi.”

Her eyes trailed down from her teasing, glancing at the picture in her hands with a grin. Now, she has a photo of Violet's adorable shocked face to keep forever.

“Did we just like, take a selfie? With a camera?”

“I think so,”