Author: TheGirlWithTheNotepad PM
In a world were blue eyes are right, and brown eyes are wrong, Austin struggles to fight back against the injustices done to his family. But, when he meets Cameron in life or death circumstances, everything changes. Eventually he will have to decide what is more important. Getting his revenge, or keeping his only friend alive? Don't write in chapters, so its a little broken upRated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 14 - Words: 23,233 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 10-17-12 - Published: 06-17-12 - id: 3033140
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"Really?" For some reason that surprised him. Cameron seemed like one of those people who had a total understanding of the world. Who had been all over the globe. And yet, she hadn't even stepped outside of Britain?
"Yep. It would be perfect if we weren't running from the secret police, all because of something as stupid as our eyes." She sighed. "What's the big deal about it anyway? I mean, it doesn't change who we are. It only makes us look different. Just because our eyes are darker doesn't mean that we can't feel, or think. We're all the same. Just…different."
Yeah, she was definitely wiser than her years.
"I'm sorry. I just kinda ranted there, didn't I?" She laughed. "Well, sometimes you need a good rant." He said. "That's true." She agreed, smiling at him.
"Anyway, how long do we have until we get there do you think?" She asked, pulling her knees up against her chest. She rested her head on her knees. "Seatbelt." He reminded her. She huffed. "No. I'll be fine." He gave her a look. "Cameron, how many times have I had to drive dangerously in the past few days?" "A lot…" "Exactly. And that most likely won't be the first time I do. So, if you don't mind, put your seatbelt on. I'd rather not have to clean you of the wind shield, thanks…" She rolled her eyes. "So protective." She muttered under her breath, putting the seatbelt on.
He frowned. The word protective hadn't come to mind when he tried explaining his behaviour towards her. Was he protective over her?
"We should get down to Plymouth at about six, since we left earlier." He said. "Colin should be down there by now." "How do you know where to meet him?" She asked, frowning. "We always met at the same place since he moved there. He'll have figured out what time we should be there at." He explained to her. She nodded.
Cameron pulled the bobble out of her hair, letting it swing down above her shoulders. She shook her hair out, her brown ringlets framing her face. He stared, suddenly realising something.
He was wrong before. Cameron was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.
"So can we play truths now?" She asked eagerly. "Yeah, I guess." "OK…emm…have you ever had a girlfriend?" She asked. "Nope." "Really?" She asked, sounding astounded. He glanced over to see that her face matched her voice. "Yeah. I was pulled out of school when I was eleven, I've hardly seen another girl for six years…" "Fair enough. I forgot about that." She said. "What about you?" He asked. "Have you had a boyfriend?" "Emm…well yeah…"
"Oh really?" He grinned. "Don't start. I was twelve, it was hardly serious…" She said. "Aww. That's cute." He said patronisingly. "I only ever kissed him once! Don't be that guy Austin, I like you, don't spoil it." He chuckled. "He was my first kiss actually." She said, smiling nostalgically. "What about you? Who was your first kiss?"
"Emm…" "No way." She said. "No way! You haven't kissed anyone before?!" "Shut up!" He said, feeling his face burning. "Austin, that is so sweet!" "It's not a big deal!" "It is! You of all people!" She said, flopping back against the seat. "Why is that such a shock to you?" "Because you're a babe!"
He looked at her, and saw the look of total humiliation on her face. "Emm, I-I mean…" "A babe? Really?" Her cheeks flushed. "Well, a-a little, I suppose…" She mumbled.
For some reason that pleased him. Really, really pleased him.
He smiled to himself. "Thanks." She rolled her eyes. "Don't get big headed now." He chuckled. "Anyway, it's your turn." She said, trying to change the subject he guessed.
"OK…emm…what are you most afraid of?" He asked.
He watched her face fall and her eyes darken slightly. That embarrassed smile was gone without a trace, and she sighed. "Losing everything." She answered quietly. He frowned. "What do you mean?" He asked gently. He could see in her eyes this was a touchy subject with her. He didn't want to make her sad. "I mean losing everything. Losing everyone I care about, everything I need…myself." She said, biting her nails and looking out the window. He then realised most of that had come true. She'd lost her family, her friends, her home. She didn't have much left.
"I haven't yet though." She said, almost to herself. "I'm still me. I haven't lost everyone…" "Who do you have left?" He asked, his voice becoming softer than he had heard it go in a long time. He was worried this question would hurt her. That it would make her eyes go even darker, and for her to seem even more distant than she did right now. She looked like she was seeing something completely different from the old dirt road and green fields that he was.
"Well, I've got you, don't I? Sure, only for a few months, but still…"
And there it was. That random burst of feeling he felt for her that would appear every so often. Whether it was anger, or something else, it was always there. This time though, it was a different feeling all together. It wasn't anger, or frustration, or anything like that.
For the first time in four years, he felt love. And it hit him so hard it almost hurt. And for once his careful, cold, calculated behaviour with her was overpowered by it.
"Take off your seatbelt." "Why?" "Just do it." He said.
She did it, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him. "You'll always have me." He murmured into her hair, trying very hard not to get too distracted. She simply smiled up at him.
"What's your biggest fear?" She asked, resting her head on his shoulder. Losing you. Losing me because of losing you. The little voice in his head was suddenly no longer a whisper, shouting at him. "Or are you really not scared of anything?"
"No, I'm scared of things." He said. "I just don't admit to them." "Please tell me?" She said sadly. "I told you."
He sighed. Of course he would tell her.
Just not all of it.
"I'm scared of turning into something I'm not." He said. "Of becoming something even worse than I already am." "You're not that bad." She insisted. "I am Cameron, you just don't know it yet."
Just at that moment, the car made a horrible groan, before slowing down to a stop. "…That's not good." Cameron said.