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Camille
While everyone was saying their congratulations to the happy couple, I decided to go outside for some fresh air. I propped my arms on the terrace and stared at the twinkling stars in front of me. Looking at the sky made me think about all the times Tre and I would go out to George Observatory to watch the stars. Although he wasn't really interested in it, he did it because I loved it. We would sit outside for hours, trying to find the Big Dipper. We would even point out un- known stars and give them names.
I began to rub my shoulders, realizing I should have brought a shawl to wear, as I tried to warm myself up. Suddenly, a jacket was draped across my shoulders, unaware that anyone else was outside. I jumped as I spun around to see Trevor standing behind me. He gave me a tiny smile as he put his hands on my shoulders.
"I noticed you were outside when I was talking to my parents. I know how you get cold easily, so I came outside."
"Is that the only reason? Could it be to get away from the madness?"
"Maybe so; I really didn't want an engagement party, but you know how Chelsea is."
"Yep; always wants to be the center of attention."
"How are you? We didn't get a chance to talk much after I made the announcement."
"I'm good. I'm just glad my best friend is moving back. You know how much I missed you."
"I have an idea. I missed you too."
"When do you start working at P&G?"
"Next week. I still have to move a couple of things from Dallas, but I'm pretty much done."
"That's good. Is Chelsea glad to come home?"
"Sort of. She loves living in Dallas, but you know me, I missed being at home."
"Well, hopefully we can hang out sometimes."
"Of course! Who else can I go to a basketball game with since Chelsea hates sports."
"Well, it's a date."
Trevor looked at me and smiled.
"Yeah, it is."
I looked at Trevor's lips, wondering why we never kissed. He had such kissable lips.
"How's Eric?" he asked while giving me a blank expression.
I don't think Trevor really liked Eric. I remember the day I introduced the two while visiting Dallas. The minute Trevor saw Eric, he immediately started to give him the cold shoulder. I don't know if it was because he thought Eric was a jerk or the fact that I was involved with someone.
"We broke up. It didn't work out."
Trevor tried hard not to smile as he nodded his head. "I can't say I feel bad about that. The man was a jerk."
"Why would you assume that? You only met him that one time in Dallas."
"First impressions are everything, and he gave a pretty bad one. I knew right away that he wasn't good enough for you."
I looked at Trevor and smiled.
Trevor looked at me as he pushed a strand of hair from my face. Just the touch of his hand made me quiver.
As we continued to stare at each other, I decided to end the moment by handing Trevor back his jacket.
"I'm going to head back inside, but thanks for keeping me warm." "No problem," he said as he watched me walk away.
I turned around to give him another smile as I went inside.
If I didn't know any better, I'd think my best friend was checking me out, and I couldn't be happier.
Camille Anderson always lived life on the straight and narrow- she never took a chance in life, especially with her best friend, Trevor Williams. The two were next door neighbors and experienced almost everything together. Although the two told each other everything, there was one thing Camille never admitted to Trevor and that was her feelings for him.
After being out of town for a job position, Trevor returns to Houston with a new fiancé. He always looked at Camille as just his best friend, but at his engagement party, he starts to look at her in a different light, making him wonder if he is marrying the right woman. With a string of events involving the pair, as well as loyal friends dishing out romance advice, the two realize that being more than friends may not be such a bad idea. In fact, it could be what they needed all along.
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Genre - Contemporary Fiction
Rating – PG13
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