Jordan & Cameron - A Fanfic

"I See Fire,"

I could tell that he was in love with her.

For example, the way he described such a simple thing as helping her with her groceries. He looked eccentric, moving his hands as he spoke, as if he were plucking the words from the air and piecing them together, weaving a tapestry of them.

Their story.

It was a simple one, a quick one, but it was definitely one that was meant to be.

I could tell by looking at her, looking at him.

She would rest her head in her hand and turn towards him, reaching out to place her hand on his, if it were on the table. I'd see him squeeze her hand sometimes, or press his thumb in her palm, rubbing it over the lines.

We binged on nachos with creamy guacamole and listened to this obscure band, Radio.

The songs and their entirety where mainly focused around the French horn and accordion, with a little guitar mixed in. There were guys singing in baritone and it kind of clashed with the instrumental, but no one pointed it out so I decided that it didn't matter and maybe I was just hearing it different then everyone else.

When I turned my head back to where Jordan and Cameron where sitting, they were kissing. Full on, face-on-face, kissing.

It wasn't gross, though. They weren't sucking face and being disruptive. Just sweet little kisses exchanged in the dark, I saw them smiling into the kiss sometimes.

I turned and faced the band shortly after scoffing and smiling, giving them a little more privacy.

Couples.

Tech Person's POV:

Working at Burtram Kris is never dull. At least, not for me. Sure, every night I have to sit on my butt for a few hours, maybe move some cords around or set up the stage a little, but it's worth it. You might think that doing practically the same thing every night for months would get monotonous, if so, you're wrong.

Various bands that preform various genres play here, and I tend to get... zoned out, you could say.

I just have a passion for music, and I love to be fully engorged in it.

I hear voices in all the world's noise, I've heard that from somewhere. In French, I'm pretty sure.

So, here I am-at work-doing the same thing I've done for months, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except the baritone chorus, I mean, really? It clashed with the music.

Anyways, I'm sitting up in the balcony and I smell something.

Smells like asparagus at first, then increases into a rubbery, garbage smell.

I dismiss it as some strange meal the chef decided to throw together, he's infamous for his random concoctions.

So I tapped my foot along to the beat and moved the lights when needed, waving off the smell.

Until my shirt was smoking.