Hey, loves!
We're back for yet another outtake. I pulled this from the earlier requests because while I have been getting a lot of new requests, I still had about 35 that have just been sitting in the form because I have never had a muse to write them. And sometimes, as I am flicking through the requests, I will see one of those old ones that I didn't previously have an idea for but do now. So, do enjoy.
And if you have an outtake request for me, please give me more than just the character's names because I can't do anything with that, then you can drop it in HERE.
Onto the outtake, loves.
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I Guess
A Catherine and Camilla Outtake
"Shit."
Catherine looked away from the television in Cross's apartment to watch him come back through the living room. He grabbed the leather jacket he'd previously discarded to the chair, and shrugged it over his shoulders before he came up behind where she sat on the couch.
"Are we going somewhere?" she asked.
Because God ... she just wanted to stay here.
With him.
Hide away from the world.
Do their thing.
Cross's fingers tangled into her hair, and with a gentle tug, she tipped her head back for him. Without warning, he bent down and dropped a kiss to her lips that had Catherine smiling all over again and suddenly not caring at all if he did want her to get up and leave the apartment.
She'd thought being thirteen and with Cross was something else. And the years that followed just got better.
Now she was seventeen ... and it was still good.
Still perfect.
He was still hers.
Far too soon for her liking, Cross straightened back up while Catherine ran the tip of her tongue along her lips to lap up what taste of him remained.
"I have to run across town," he explained, "and you can just stay here. It won't take me too long, I promise."
She sighed. "Promise?"
"Hmm?"
"You can't kiss me like that and then leave, Cross, it's rude."
His grin turned sinful in a blink.
She loved that.
"I've heard patience is a virtue," he told her.
"Says the man who doesn't have an ounce of his own."
Cross laughed. "Point taken. I won't be long."
Well, what fight could she put up, really?
"Fine," she booed.
Cross winked, adding, "And I forgot, but Cam is coming over in a bit. I promised to take her out to a movie tonight, but then you came over, too. I couldn't very well tell you no, and I already promised her, so ..."
"It's fine."
"Yeah?"
Catherine shrugged. "Sure."
"I just ... I mean, you two don't hang out very often together and all."
"She's your sister, Cross. It's fine."
But he also wasn't wrong. It wasn't that Catherine didn't like Camilla Donati. In fact, it was quite the opposite. What she knew about Camilla, she did like quite a bit. The few times they did hang out, usually at Cross's parents' place for dinner or something, she didn't mind it.
But did she have the girl's number?
Did they chat?
Were they friends?
Not really.
Camilla was a couple years younger. In an entirely different place in her life. She did her own thing and the two of them never found time to find a middle ground between one another where they could forge a real friendship. Except for maybe Cross, but he was so busy even that he couldn't be used for that, either.
So was life.
It just worked out that way sometimes.
"Listen, I'm fine," she repeated to him, "you just get whatever you need done, and I'll be here when you get back."
"You better."
He dropped another kiss to her lips.
Catherine smiled all over again.
*
The opening of the apartment's front door had Catherine calling out, "Is that you, Camilla?"
It took a second for the girl to answer back.
"Uh, yeah?"
Catherine quickly grabbed the bowl of popcorn she'd made and headed for the living room. Camilla was just dropping her bookbag into a chair when Catherine came into the room.
"Cross has to run and do something. He figured--"
"We're supposed to go to a movie tonight," Camilla interjected.
"Yeah, I didn't know about those plans until after I got here. I hope you don't mind me tagging along later?"
Camilla gave Catherine a look from the side, and then shrugged. "Nah, I guess that'd be okay."
She guessed?
Catherine really didn't know much about Cross's sister.
At all.
So much so, that other than offering the bowl of popcorn, the two girls barely spoke at all while Catherine started the episode on the television that she had left on pause while she made her snack. Not that Camilla seemed to mind the silence, but Catherine had to wonder if that was nothiing more than politeness.
After all, she knew some things about this girl.
Cam liked to be loud.
Loved attention.
Or was that just with others?
Was she different in private?
"You know," Camilla said beside Catherine on the couch, "that Cross is my best friend, right?"
"I didn't know, but thanks for telling me."
"You're not close to your brother?"
Catherine considered Michel.
"I love my brother--we're not best friends."
And she was fine with that.
He'd do anything for her if she asked it of him. And she would do the same for him. They weren't, however, the number one contact for each other and she was fine with their occasional conversations rather than being on the phone with him every single night. They'd just never been that type of siblings.
Some weren't.
"Oh, well ..." Camilla tossed up a piece of popcorn, and easily caught it into her mouth before chewing, swallowing, then saying, "Cross is mine, anyway. He's the best big brother."
Catherine had no doubt.
Then, Camilla looked over at her with an arched brow, saying simply, "So you know, if you make him sad, I know you did it."
Oh, did she?
"Yeah, I know it," Camilla repeated, "and I don't like it."
"Is that ... a warning for me?" Catherine asked.
"Kind of sounds like it, right?"
"A little. Here I was thinking we might actually make friends."
Camilla smiled. "We're friends."
"Are we?"
"Well, we will be, maybe."
"Does the warning still apply even then?"
Camilla didn't even hesitate. "I guess so, Catherine."
Noted.
Very much noted.
And the funny thing?
Catherine respected the hell out of that.
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