CAMP REDWOOD {BOBBY RICHTER} ✓

3. EYES ARE THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL

| CHAPTER THREE |

EYES ARE THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL.

THE FOLLOWING MORNING, PHOEBE WAS up at the crack of dawn. The embarrassment of what she did last night re-playing in her mind like a movie. Why on earth did she do that? Why on earth did she snog her best friend?

Part if her argues back as technically Bobby kissed back. But how could she be so sure he was doing so because he liked her too and not just because of the passion of the moment. 

Letting out a huge sigh, Phoebe rubbed her face before finally throwing her duvet off. Her inner thoughts still battling one another; does she go with Bobby to Camp Redwood, or does she stay locked up in her bedroom hoping he leaves and comes back, forgetting all about the kiss.

"He kissed back though," Phoebe mumbled to herself, groaning once again. 

The blonde grudgingly strolled over to her wardrobe. Taking her time in picking out an outfit before speedily shoving it on when she heard Bobby's shower turning on, 'if he was in the shower then I would have time to grab something to eat and disappear without bumping into him' she thought, feeling quite proud of her plan. The thing about Phoebe was, she preferred to run away from her problems rather than face them. A trait even she admitted was annoying, well, when it wasn't useful.

Peering her head out of her room, Phoebe could still hear the showering from Bobby's room running. The blonde tip-toed out, leaving the door slightly ajar as she made her way quietly towards the kitchen. When she finally arrived there, she let out a small sigh of relief. Speed-walking over to the fridge, she gently opened it, her eyes scanning the contents of it quickly before she grabbed hold of the milk. 

Shutting the fridge door and turning around Phoebe let out a loud scream, dropping her milk to the wooden floor before placing her hand on her chest, "What the hell, Bobby?" She yelled, trying to get her breathing back to normal.

There at the counter was Bobby. He was sitting on his usual stool, looking at her with amusement. 

"Were you trying to hide from me?" He questioned.

"I think the words you're looking for are 'I'm sorry for giving you a heart attack'," Phoebe said, sending him a playful glare. As soon as she spotted him the thoughts from her mind disappeared and suddenly she felt bubbly again.

Bobby chuckled, "I'm sorry for giving you a heart attack, Pheebs."

"Okay, thank you. Now, what the hell are you doing in here?"

"Eating my breakfast?" Bobby stated, however it sounded much more like a teasing question.

"Why is the shower on in your room?" Phoebe questioned before realising it, "Oh, you had someone over last night?" She couldn't deny the sudden pain she felt in her chest, maybe he did give her a heart attack.

Bobby chuckled and shook his head, "Of course I didn't have anyone over..." A sudden rush of relief swept through Phoebe, "...I knew what you would do after, you know, last night, and so I turned a video on which made it sound like I was in the shower."

"Oh," Phoebe trailed off, feeling almost like a kid who's parents just found their hidden - badly marked - report card, "I mean, I wasn't doing that," She picked up the carton of milk, silently praising it for not breaking, "I was just going to have some breakfast."

Bobby raised his eyebrow challengingly, "You sure about that?" He stood up from his seat and slowly began making his way towards the blonde.

Phoebe gulped but quickly nodded her head, "Yeah, see," She lifted the milk up to show him.

"So, you didn't just sneak out of your room..." With each word he got closer, "To eat breakfast then sneak back in and not have to see me?" He was now extremely close to the blonde, looking down into her eyes as she looked up at him.

He stood at 6'0 where as Phoebe was only 5'6, causing her to glance upwards when he stood so close by. 

Her heart began to beat faster as Bobby took hold of the milk carton, before gently taking it out of her palm and placing it on the nearest counter. He could feel his own heart beating loudly and he just hoped she wouldn't be able to hear it, as he gained this new confidence he never even knew he had in him. 

Their eyes were locked in a longing stare, Phoebe could feel her breath hitch in her throat as she looked into his stormy, blue eyes. People always say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Phoebe definitely agreed. Whenever she stared into Bobby's eyes, she felt like she was looking at his soul, his gorgeous and kind-hearted soul. A soul most wouldn't have linked with the son of a serial killer.

Bobby's eyes were the first to break contact. They slowly glanced down at Phoebe's lips before going back up to her eyes. It was an incredibly quick gesture, but the blonde certainly didn't miss it. 

"I really wanna kiss you," Bobby breathed out, his minty breath fanning over her face.

That was it.

That was all she needed to confirm that Bobby felt the same way. That both of them had accidentally fallen in love with one another.

"I'm really fucking glad to hear that," Phoebe breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't even give him a chance to reply before she placed her lips onto his, this time with much more certainty that he really did want it.