#FanficThursday: The Only One (Camille and Moose) – Step Up – Chapter 25

Chapter 25 – Coexistence (Los Angeles)

Camille & Moose, Step Up: All In

It’s a fact―the apartment looks like a battlefield. Indeed, it is not very big in itself, although it has a kitchenette, a viewpoint, and a room of about seven square meters―calculated by the eye of an engineer, you should know― where the bed is not completely uncomfortable. Yes, although Camille gave me a terrible look the day we came to see it―the day before yesterday―sat on the edge of the mattress to check its consistency. Because haven’t I learned over the years how important these things were? Well, no, actually my engineering had nothing to do with it. But in the case of dancing, I know that a good rest is essential to keep the body going and without unwanted contractures.

When I leave the bedroom, just to my right I find a huge pile of cardboard boxes and I can’t seem to find them. Although I have to say that this is the general appearance of the whole house, it seems that we have barricaded ourselves against some kind of invisible and uncertain attack. But what can happen in a city like Los Angeles and a quiet neighborhood like this?

Slowly and with a bit of luck, I’m approaching the viewpoint. In the distance, on the hill, you can see the illuminated letters of ‘Hollywood’. It’s funny, being so close to all those shining stars of the cinema and yet so far away…I know I’ll never be like them, but I don’t intend to be either. You’ll say I’m simple, but the truth is that I’d settle for my life right now if it never changed: I have a girlfriend that I love madly, a job, an apartment, and the peace of mind of feeling that everything is going as it should. Or at least, I think so.

At that moment I hear the door of the apartment open and I turn towards the corridor, although I don’t advance but sit on the edge of the gazebo. Here, in the almost half-light, Camille won’t see me, but that’s the fun of it. I just hope she doesn’t get scared to death…

“Hello?” She asks his little mezzo-soprano voice, without looking up yet. “Moose?”

Did you see it? Did you smell the surprise? For a moment, I’m almost tempted to get out of my improvised camouflage and throw myself into the corridor to embrace her, because that’s what my body is asking me to do. But no, I can’t do that, or I’ll ruin everything. 

Damn it, Moose, get a grip.

A microsecond later, however, I hear her muffled groan, and in the dim light of the candles, I see her put her hands to her mouth, unable to believe it. Just the reaction I was looking for. Satisfied, I smile and get up, now yes, taking a couple of steps in her direction and leaning on a pile of boxes.

“Do you like it?”

Camille, for a moment, doesn’t react, as surprised as she is. But when she raises her head and looks at me, her eyes shining with emotion, I have to hold back so as not to catch her with two strides and carry her into the room in my arms. She is so beautiful that she cuts off my breath and makes me want her more than ever.

When I nod, I feel that my happiness is complete and absolute. As she approaches the makeshift table in the center of the room, where there is take-out food, a cake, and candles, I follow her silently and pass my arms around her waist before whispering in her ear:

“Happy apartment opening.

The first, I hope, of a lifetime of them…

Next to Camille.

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