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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 19, 2008 22:07:11 GMT -4
She waited for Jacob to come over. She'd called him, and he said he'd be there soon. But how soon was ''soon'' for him? Hearing the doorbell, she came downstairs, opening the door and smiling when she saw Jacob.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 19, 2008 22:13:42 GMT -4
Jacob knew this was wrong. He shouldn't be involving himself in any sort of relationship with Camille; she was a vampire. It sucked. He was all torn up about it... but not torn up enough to not show. He had run the whole way, in wolf form. So, when Camille opened the door, Jacob was half dressed. His bottom half was covered in shorts, while his chest was bare.
"Hey Camille," Jacob said in a husky tone, his eyes shining.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 19, 2008 22:20:31 GMT -4
She smiled. Hey, Jacob. Come in. She said, noticing that he hadn't been wearing a shirt. Closing the door behind him, she smiled at Jacob, glad that he'd come. Walking up to him, she hesitated before pressing her lips to his, resting them there a moment before pulling back searching his face for a reaction.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 19, 2008 22:23:43 GMT -4
Jacob smiled, but his eyes remained guarded. How did you keep a heart from being hurt? What were you supposed to do? Not love? Not date? What else was there to life? Jacob liked Camille, but was this right? What was he supposed to do?
"How're you?" He asked, mussing her hair some.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 19, 2008 22:26:21 GMT -4
She smiled when he messed up her hair, reaching up to fix it. Fine, you? She asked. Something was different about him, but she didn't know what. Not yet anyway..
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 19, 2008 22:30:40 GMT -4
"I'm good," he said. "I'm here with you," he responded with a smile that met his eyes this time. "Can I... can I have a tour of your place?" he wondered, glancing around the place. It looked nice, from what he could see. Jacob grinned brightly as she fixed her hair. He reached his hand up and messed up his own hair. They were even.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 19, 2008 22:37:07 GMT -4
She smiled as he spoke. When he spoke again, she wondered what he was going to do. As he continued, she smiled. Sure. She said, taking his hand. Here's the living room, and the kitchen's right through this doorway. She said, and after he looked at it, she pulled him out of the room. Of course, this is a hallway, and on the left side you have; the bathroom, my room, the laundry room. And on the right; the spare room, computer room, and the den. She said, letting go of his hand in case he wanted to go into one of the rooms. Her house was only one story, but the rooms were a nice size. Perfect for up to three people.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 19, 2008 22:42:25 GMT -4
Jacob smiled at her impromptu tour. It was cute. He chose the door to her bedroom, pushing it open and walking inside. He flopped down on her bed neatly, arms folded behind his head. "This is comfortable," he said with a smile on his face. "I could get used to this." The grin was evident in the tone in his voice.
Jacob Black was being a very bad boy. Here he was, on a vampire's bed, in nothing but shorts. And he was kind of making light of his situation. It happened, but not to Jacob Black. Jacob Black was typically a fairly well behaved boy. Nothing like the boy he was with Camille.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 19, 2008 22:46:02 GMT -4
She watched as he chose her bedroom door. She had a feeling he would. Following him, she smiled as he sat down. Walking around to the other side, she climbed on the bed, sitting cross-legged on the bed next to him, smiling.
Well what do you expect? I like being comfortable. She said, smiling at him. She wondered what he was thinking. No doubt it was about them. She knew how he felt, that they shouldn't be together, but she also knew that he liked her, and she liked him. Maybe even loved.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 19, 2008 22:53:41 GMT -4
"But you don't sleep, so what's the point with it?" He asked, confused. He didn't understand why she kept the facade up in her own place. Here was where you were supposed to be yourself. Here was where Camille was supposed to be a vampire. Here wasn't where she was supposed to keep pretending. Jacob leaned over and kissed Camille flat on the lips quickly before pulling away. He was tired, but this was nice. Jacob reached out and took Camille's hand gently, lacing fingers together as if that meant something more than just this second.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 19, 2008 22:58:39 GMT -4
She smiled. I come up here to think sometimes. She said. It's nice having a normal room. But hey, I do too sleep. .. Sometimes. She said, laughing slightly. But not much. Rarely do I sleep for more than an hour. Besides, you never know when you'll need a bed. She said, smiling as he took her hand, lacing their fingers together.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 19, 2008 23:05:34 GMT -4
Jacob's brows knitted together, but he said nothing. Then, a smile, sly and wolfish. "What do you mean... it can come in handy?" He asked playfully, lying down on the bed. He was teasing - it wasn't fair. He was tempting and pushing the boundaries... but Jacob was a boy. Forget the werewolf thing. Forget the maturity that came with being the pack head. Forget everything aside from the fact that he was a 16 year old boy.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 19, 2008 23:12:36 GMT -4
She noticed his sly smile, and laughed slightly as he spoke. As he lay down, she moved over, straddling his hips. Pressing her lips to his, she pulled back, smiling at him. Come on. You should know. Every teenage boy has it on their mind. She said, smiling at him. She knew he was younger. He had to have been about 16 or 17. Camille looked 17, but she should have been 24. She'd never die, and she didn't care that Jacob was younger than her. Either way, she'd always appear 17.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 19, 2008 23:15:23 GMT -4
"So are there other boys than me?" He wondered, placing his hands on her hip. This was selfish. He liked this feeling far too much. he liked being this close for reasons that were entirely wrong. Jacob held onto her hips tight, knowing that when it came between his hands and granite, the granite would always win. He traced intricate little circles with this thumbs, gazing at her intently. This was much better than his small bed at Billy's.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 19, 2008 23:19:51 GMT -4
As he spoke, she shook her head. Not with me, no. She said, looking away. Looking back at him, she shrugged, smiling at him, feeling him tracting circles on her. She blushed when she noticed his intent gaze.
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