• If you have not already, please go back and read part 6, thanks.

    Bobby: You don't want it to happen. You don't want old feelings to resurface,
    seeing that being close is how we first started dating. I understand, Camille.

    Someone please tell me why I am shaking?

    Camille: Bobby, I..
    -puts finger to Camille's lips-
    Bobby: Shush. It's okay...it's okay.

    Mrs. Kingsmore: Alright class, let's start cleaning this room before the bell rings at any moment now.

    -removes finger-

    Okay, okay...what in Davy Jones' locker just happened? Did Bobby put his finger to my lips...like, seriously?

    Bobby: See you later, Camille.
    Camille: Yeah. See you, Bobby.

    I look as Bobby grabs his bag, jacket, and heads to the door, just as the bell rings.
    Ughh...I hate that darn bell...

    Camille: Okay, what is going on? I know for a fact that he cheated on me, right? I mean, I know what I saw..didn't I?

    Mrs Kingsmore: Camille, hun? Are you alright?

    Please do not tell me I have been talking out loud...

    Camille: Oh, yes ma'am. I'm fine, just uh...thinking out loud again. I just have a bad habit of doing that, sorry.
    Mrs. Kingsmore: It's alright, Camille. Don't be late for your next class, okay?
    Camille: Okay, bye.

    Okay, in all reality, I should be going crazy right about now. The sexiest guy in school is Bobby. He has this brown hair that is smooth to the touch..trailing down on the nape of his neck..the fringe gently swooped over to the right side of his forehead.

    Bobby's eyes are a beautiful greenish brown. Yes, I know it sounds gross, but they are gorgeous. I always loved dancing with him on a full moon night, generally swaying at the local pier. We would dance all night, my eyes never losing sight of his..always eloped in the mystery behind them.

    The physique is amazing. He's not that buff and he's not that skinny..just inbetween. I remember on Christmas morning, I presented him with the shirt he wanted. It was an Invader Zim t-shirt, blue lettering and pictures green. I didnt know his size and I didnt want to ask him because I wanted it to be a suprise. Well, he went to the bathroom and tried it on, coming back with a huge grin on his, mine, and his parents' face. The shirt was entirely too small for him, and I felt so bad. He gave me a big hug and told me he loved it and wore it the whole day, to any and everywhere we went.

    Those were the times...
    -smack-

    Camille: Ouch..

    Why do I always run into people?

    Robert: Oh, my apologies, Camille.

    Suprise, suprise.

    Camille: That is the second time, Robert. Ha, I don't mind it much, but the impact is going to leave a bruise and a headache.
    Robert: A bruise?
    Camille: Yeah, but it's not a thing to worry about.
    Robert: Are you sure? I mean, I can carry you on my back to class if you are
    too dazed to get there on your own.

    Yeah, but Bobby would probably see you with me, and that would not
    be a very good thing.

    Camille: No, it's fine. I'm fine.
    Robert: Alright, well, goodbye.
    Camille: Goodbye.

    Ugh...please say I have pills in my locker..

    ~An hour and thirty minutes later~

    Yes, it is time to go home.
    Finally..

    Camille!

    Who in the..?

    -turns around to see Robert heading towards-

    Camille: Hey, what's up?
    Robert: Hey, I have a favor to ask you.

    Favor?

    Camille: Okay, but walk and talk. I want to beat afterschool traffic.
    Robert: Sure. I was just wondering if you were doing anything after school.

    Uhm..

    Camille: Not right after, but later. Why?
    Robert: Well, my mom is at work and my little sister is staying at a friend's house, and I forgot my house key on the kitchen table.
    Camille: So, you need a place to crash until then?
    Robert: Yes, pretty much. That is if you don't mind.

    Uhh....what would you, guys do?

    Camille: Sure.
    Robert: Thank you, Camille.
    Camille: Of course.

    We head out to my bug, which I, so proudly, bought myself with my weekly allowance and the lousy paycheck I get from my uncle. Not to forget good tips.

    -unlocks door-

    Robert: Wait.
    Camille: Huh?

    -Robert opens door-

    Robert: There you are.

    Uh, okay...

    Robert: By the look on your face right now, I sense that guys don't open the doors for you, yes?

    The only one that I would consider would be Bobby, but he was too stubborn to do courteous things as in open doors for me.

    Camille: Yes.

    -taps head-

    Camille: Ouch.
    Robert: Don't fret, Camille. I can do that now.

    Flirt alert?

    Camille: Uhmm...
    Robert: Are you going to drive or would you like me to?

    What? Drive?

    Camille: Uhm, it's....

    -stumbles back-

    Robert: Camille!

    -steadies her-

    Robert: Give me the keys.
    Camille: Bossy, are we?
    Robert: In the case of you getting us both hurt, I hate to say I am.
    Camille: Robert, I'm..

    -stumbles backwards, again-

    -grabs wrist, takes keys, and leads Camille to the passenger side-

    Camille: I'm just sleepy, is all.
    Robert: Well, rest while I drive.

    Do I have a second dad, now?

    Camille: Fine.

    -shuts door, starts ignition-

    Before I close my eyes, I glance to my right and see Bobby glaring from the front window of his truck. From the look on his face, I can tellthat he probably saw what just happened and uhm...yeah, not so good. Great. Just another reason to pummel Robert. Nice going, Camille.

    To be continued..