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"Two True Loves"
By: Jade Lightning, a.k.a. Inuyashas-hanyougirl
Chapter 2: How his Love Made her Love him

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     As Camille and Bill neared the courtyard, they began to talk.  Bill said, “You did really great at your piano recital yesterday.   It was possibly your best performance yet.”

     Camille was shocked.  She said, “Bill Hampton, you were at my recital?  I could’ve sworn you said that you had stopped going to them years ago.  You also said something about not going to my beauty pageants either.”  Camille paused.  Bill Hampton had just complimented her.  They both had stopped walking.  He was still holding onto her hand and he looked at her.  She knew at that moment that she had blown it.  She looked at him and his famous grin spread across his face.  He tried to restrain a laugh and hide some faint blushing at the same time.  Camille laughed and said, “Well, that’s okay.  Thanks for the compliment.  I should return the compliment by saying that your soccer skills have only gotten better.”

     Bill laughed freely then and the redness in his face disappeared.  “Well, well, what do we have here?  I distinctly remember you saying that you were never going to my soccer games and then basketball games…at least not for me.  You’d go and support the school yes, but not for me.  You also said something about not supporting my band or its efforts anymore.  The fact that you wanted to compliment on me and my playing makes me think that you were watching me, rather than my team, or the game even.  Is that true?”

     Camille was laughing at that point.  She and Bill looked at each other.  Camille said, “Alright, let’s both admit it.  You continued to go to my pageants and piano recitals even after you said you never would again.  On the other hand, I also swore to not cheer for you ever again.  I also said that I would never support your band ever again.  I confess that I have been cheering for you at your games and rocking to your music.  I guess that we just couldn’t stand to be that mean to each other.  Do you agree?”

     Bill smiled, and he and Camille began walking again.  He said, “Yes, I admit it.  I couldn’t keep away from you for long.  I’ve always been to your pageants.  I’ve never missed one.  I haven’t missed a recital, competition, anything that involves you playing piano…,” Bill paused.  He then continued saying, “Besides, I had to look after you.  You’ve helped me keep everybody in line all of these years.  Besides…,” he said as he looked at her, “I wanted to have plenty to brag about when you and I were finally together like this.  I guess I have plenty to brag about now.  You’ve gotten so many first places, I remember them all.  I…I couldn’t have been more proud of anyone.  You were my friend, and I had encouraged you to get your start.  I knew it in my heart, whether you would admit it or not.  I’ve always desired to be with you.”

     Camille began blushing heavily as they made it to the courtyard.  Bill, being a gentleman, held the door for her, and then resumed holding her hand until they found a place to sit.  The fountain had been turned off, and the only vegetation were the plants that could survive the winter’s chill.  Bill began going through his lunch, obviously looking for his favorite soft drink.  Camille knew how badly she must’ve been blushing.  She couldn’t help it.  Bill’s words had touched her heart.  He had already put his letterman jacket around her shoulders lovingly and obviously showed that he cared for her by wearing the scarf she had made for him proudly around his broad shoulders.  He had held her hand the entire way, held the door for her, and then he had to go and say that he always wanted to be with her.  She was so happy, she had completely forgotten about the dance.  She then remembered her blushing.  She began to pull her scarf up towards her face in an attempt to hide the blushing.

     Bill, who had found his drink, looked and saw Camille doing this.  He smiled and asked, “Hello?  Is anyone in there?”

     Camille peered at him through the scarf and pulled it down slightly.  She blushed even more and just said, “Yeah, I’m right here.  I was just trying to warm up my cheeks a little bit.  They were getting cold.  My ears were cold too.”

     Bill shook his head and laughed.  He pulled Camille’s scarf down gently and as he did, his hand gently caressed her face.  His gloves were warm on her cheeks.  He knew that she was blushing, but acted like he didn’t notice.  He simply went along with her.  “Well,” he began, “You can pull that hat you knitted to match the scarf over your ears.”  Bill paused and he gently pulled her hat over her ears, being careful not to snag the threads on her snowflake earrings, which he noticed, were the ones he had given her that past Christmas.  After this, he put a thoughtful look on his face. As Camille put her hands over her ears, Bill shook his head, sighing sweetly.  He said, “Well, I can’t go without seeing your beautiful face.  So in order to keep your cheeks warm, I’ll just have to do something about it.”

     Before Camille could do anything, Bill leaned forward and kissed her gently, once on both cheeks.  Then, as if to seal the kisses to her face, he put his hands back on her face, one on each cheek and gently rubbed them, warming them with his gloves.  Bill smiled at her as their eyes met and she smiled back, not just with her lips, but with her eyes.  Bill then kissed her forehead gently and put his forehead on hers.  He sighed and said, “We might want to eat now.  It’s starting to get cloudy and that means either freezing rain or snow.  Also, we’ll have to get back to class before too long.  Just stay close to me if you get cold.  That letterman jacket should keep you pretty warm, it certainly works for me.”

     Bill and Camille withdrew from each other.  Both smiling and sighing at the same time.  They loved each other for sure, but thankfully not enough for a real kiss.  That was okay with both of them at the moment.  Both Camille and Bill began to eat.  Camille used her opportunity and stayed close to Bill.  For a minute, she thought that she could see a thin layer of frost on his long, blonde hair.  After a few minutes of silence between them, Bill began to talk to her.  He said, “I guess you know why I wanted to talk to you.  What I really want to know is how often you are available.  I really want to be with you more often.”

     Camille looked at him and said, “Bill, do you mean that you want to date me?  If that’s what you’re saying that’s fine with me.  I’d love to go out with you sometime.  I like spending time with you again.  I felt like I knew enough about you and you me just so we could pick up where we left off.  That obviously isn’t the case.  We know enough in general, but what have you been up to recently?  My interests have changed, and yours have too obviously.”

     Bill smiled and said, “Then we’ll have to go out some time.  I have my driver’s license and my truck so we can go anywhere.  As far as my interests, well, I have taken quite an interest in computers.  I’ve been intrigued with them ever since the internet went up.  I plan on pursuing a career with them.  As long as it involves heavy computer work, I’d love to try it out.  Who knows where we’ll be in the future?  Computers can only get better, and that is something to look forward to.  As always, though, you know me.  I’m still keeping up that band of mine.  I’m finally playing bass guitar full time, now that Peter plays the drums full time.  Along with that, I keep up soccer and basketball practice, and I guess I’m stuck in the video game craze with my friends.  I guess that sums up my interests. I guess a couple of those are really obligations as well as interests, if you catch my drift.”

     Camille laughed and rubbed her hands together.  She looked at Bill and said, “Well I know one thing.  I caught your drift, as well as a rush of cold air.  My hands are freezing.”

     Bill looked at Camille.  He saw that she wasn’t wearing gloves or mittens.  Bill took her hands lovingly into his own and held them close to his chest, right over his heart, pulling her ever nearer to him.  He rubbed his hands together over hers to warm them.  She leaned into his embrace and he held her.  If just for a minute, it was perfect in their minds.  Bill looked at his watch, recognizing that they had limited time left.  He lifted her up and looked at her. He said, “We’ll have to get back to class soon.  As for that date, I’ll get back to you on that.”

     Bill and Camille stood up and cleaned up where they had picnicked.  They started back to class early, hand in hand, as before.  Bill held the door for her and the two went back to class.  It wasn’t until near the end of the day that Camille realized that the matter of the Sweetheart’s Dance hadn’t been discussed.  Camille wanted to ask him about it, but Bill was off like a shot at the end of the day.  It was a big switch from earlier that afternoon.  Joey and Peter were literally pushing and shoving Bill out the door.  Bill was being rushed so much, that he even forgot his letterman jacket.

     Camille got a ride home from Katrina.  She went inside her house and went upstairs.  Her father was gone again, as usual.  She never knew her mother, and because of her father’s preferred lifestyle, she didn’t know him either.  She walked up the stairs and past an empty but maintained bedroom, that of her sister Hope, who had died two years ago, an accidental victim of a shootout, one that her boyfriend only barely survived, and it was his family, infact, that paid for the funeral, her father only bothered by Hope’s death since it lowered how much money he got every month.

   Camille wouldn’t stand for it.  Finally something good was happening in her life, there was no way that her alcoholic father would ruin things for her.  He’d be gone for a few more weeks, until after Valentine’s Day had come and gone, showing up when his paycheck came in at the beginning of the next month.  Being a disabled veteran and a single parent allowed for him to live and live well, while Camille just barely got by with what little money she was left.  Camille put her backpack on her bed and then took off what she thought was her sweater.  It turned out to be Bill’s letterman jacket, still on her back where he had put it.

     Camille took off the jacket and held it.  After a few seconds, she brought it up to her nose and deeply inhaled.  She could smell his scent in the jacket’s fibers.  She wanted to keep it just for that night. She wanted to use it as a blanket to cuddle with in his absence.  She felt real love from him, like she had never felt before in her life.  She held the jacket tightly in her arms.  She laid down on her bed, crying to music.  She turned on her favorite band and listened to songs of heartbreak, even though she wasn’t going through heartbreak, she just felt the need to cry for other hardships in her life.  She prayed to God to help these hardships not interfere with her relationship with Bill.

     She had lost enough in her life already.  Finally, she had her one true love, and he loved her.  She missed his embrace already, and she could feel the warmth and gentleness of his kisses to her cheeks as her hot tears ran down them.  After a few minutes, she quickly fell asleep, dreaming of Bill, and wherever else her heart and dreams, hand in hand, would travel together.

     She woke up to what she thought was the doorbell ringing.  It was being rung constantly, as if someone had to get in quickly.  She looked at her answering machine and saw that someone had called five times while she slept.  Looking out her window, she saw Bill’s black truck, with the crew cab and extra long bed.  She was sure it was his because of the silver flames that streaked along the sides of the truck.

     Camille rushed down the stairs accidentally leaving Bill’s jacket upstairs.  She was nervous.  Not that many people ever came inside her house anymore.  She may have been out-going and friendly at school, but where she lived, she was withdrawn from the world; her friends didn’t even know much about her family, or rather her lack of one.  The brave, beautiful girl that everyone else saw at school was only hiding the scars of an injured heart within her.  She knew why Bill was there.  He came to get his jacket.  Not expecting anything other than concern for the jacket and the time he put into earning his letter, Camille opened the door.

     Bill looked at her, and the look on his face was that of great fear, relieved at the sight of Camille standing unharmed before him.  It almost looked like he had been crying.  In fear of worrying her, he hid his concern and smiled at her.  He said, “Hey, I was worried about you.  I realized after I took Joey and Peter home, that I left my letterman jacket in your care.  I went home first, and called you a couple of times.  After the fifth call, I got worried, not about the jacket, but you.  Were you sleeping or something?”

     Bill looked at her carefully.  She had been crying earlier of course.  The tear stains had all but disappeared while she slept, but it was her disposition that bothered him the most.  It was something about her that in the back of his mind, just didn’t feel right.  She had disappeared while he was looking away and thinking.  He called for her, and in a matter of seconds, she came back with his jacket.  It was if he had to leave at that instant.  He agreed, but as if he had read her mind from hours earlier, he returned to her door.  She opened it again and saw him standing there smiling at her.

     “You must be busy or something.  That’s okay; I’ve got work to do too.  I’ll get in touch with you about that date.  Maybe this weekend we can go to the beach.  It’s not that far from here.  I’ll get back to you.  As for right now, I was so concerned about how cold you were this afternoon, that I remembered that we were under a freeze advisory tonight.  I thought I’d lend you this blanket just in case.  My mansion has back-up generators so I’ll be okay.  I’ve got to go now.  I’ll see you in school tomorrow,” Bill said.

     Camille held the blanket tightly in her arms.  With just a quick whiff, she could smell Bill’s scent, once again in the threads of the blanket.  It was as if the scent of him was knitted into the blanket itself.  She was just about to go inside when she heard Bill call back to her. He said, “Camille, I like you…a whole lot.  Actually a better way to say it would be…I love you.”

     Camille’s heart burst as it overflowed with emotion.  Those words entered her ears and filled her heart with love.  She had wanted to hear those words.  She wanted to run back to Bill and be held again.  It wasn’t time yet, and she knew that.  It would’ve been too soon.  She managed to smile through her tears.  She was happy in the deepest depths of her heart.  She watched him drive away slowly from her house before she went back inside.  She locked the door behind her and went quietly up the stairs.  The house was quiet.  In the absence of her late sister, the mother she never knew, and her drunken and apathetic father, Camille made herself dinner, showered, finished homework and cuddled with Bill’s blanket when night fell and the air grew cold.  She soon fell asleep and found happiness in her dreams.  Valentine’s Day just couldn’t get here quick enough.

Description
"Two True Loves"
By: Jade Lightning, a.k.a. Inuyashas-hanyougirl
Chapter 2: How his Love Made her Love him

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     As Camille and Bill neared the courtyard, they began to talk.  Bill said, “You did really great at your piano recital yesterday.   It was possibly your best performance yet.”

     Camille was shocked.  She said, “Bill Hampton, you were at my recital?  I could’ve sworn you said that you had stopped going to them years ago.  You also said something about not going to my beauty pageants either.”  Camille paused.  Bill Hampton had just complimented her.  They both had stopped walking.  He was still holding onto her hand and he looked at her.  She knew at that moment that she had blown it.  She looked at him and his famous grin spread across his face.  He tried to restrain a laugh and hide some faint blushing at the same time.  Camille laughed and said, “Well, that’s okay.  Thanks for the compliment.  I should return the compliment by saying that your soccer skills have only gotten better.”

     Bill laughed freely then and the redness in his face disappeared.  “Well, well, what do we have here?  I distinctly remember you saying that you were never going to my soccer games and then basketball games…at least not for me.  You’d go and support the school yes, but not for me.  You also said something about not supporting my band or its efforts anymore.  The fact that you wanted to compliment on me and my playing makes me think that you were watching me, rather than my team, or the game even.  Is that true?”

     Camille was laughing at that point.  She and Bill looked at each other.  Camille said, “Alright, let’s both admit it.  You continued to go to my pageants and piano recitals even after you said you never would again.  On the other hand, I also swore to not cheer for you ever again.  I also said that I would never support your band ever again.  I confess that I have been cheering for you at your games and rocking to your music.  I guess that we just couldn’t stand to be that mean to each other.  Do you agree?”

     Bill smiled, and he and Camille began walking again.  He said, “Yes, I admit it.  I couldn’t keep away from you for long.  I’ve always been to your pageants.  I’ve never missed one.  I haven’t missed a recital, competition, anything that involves you playing piano…,” Bill paused.  He then continued saying, “Besides, I had to look after you.  You’ve helped me keep everybody in line all of these years.  Besides…,” he said as he looked at her, “I wanted to have plenty to brag about when you and I were finally together like this.  I guess I have plenty to brag about now.  You’ve gotten so many first places, I remember them all.  I…I couldn’t have been more proud of anyone.  You were my friend, and I had encouraged you to get your start.  I knew it in my heart, whether you would admit it or not.  I’ve always desired to be with you.”

     Camille began blushing heavily as they made it to the courtyard.  Bill, being a gentleman, held the door for her, and then resumed holding her hand until they found a place to sit.  The fountain had been turned off, and the only vegetation were the plants that could survive the winter’s chill.  Bill began going through his lunch, obviously looking for his favorite soft drink.  Camille knew how badly she must’ve been blushing.  She couldn’t help it.  Bill’s words had touched her heart.  He had already put his letterman jacket around her shoulders lovingly and obviously showed that he cared for her by wearing the scarf she had made for him proudly around his broad shoulders.  He had held her hand the entire way, held the door for her, and then he had to go and say that he always wanted to be with her.  She was so happy, she had completely forgotten about the dance.  She then remembered her blushing.  She began to pull her scarf up towards her face in an attempt to hide the blushing.

     Bill, who had found his drink, looked and saw Camille doing this.  He smiled and asked, “Hello?  Is anyone in there?”

     Camille peered at him through the scarf and pulled it down slightly.  She blushed even more and just said, “Yeah, I’m right here.  I was just trying to warm up my cheeks a little bit.  They were getting cold.  My ears were cold too.”

     Bill shook his head and laughed.  He pulled Camille’s scarf down gently and as he did, his hand gently caressed her face.  His gloves were warm on her cheeks.  He knew that she was blushing, but acted like he didn’t notice.  He simply went along with her.  “Well,” he began, “You can pull that hat you knitted to match the scarf over your ears.”  Bill paused and he gently pulled her hat over her ears, being careful not to snag the threads on her snowflake earrings, which he noticed, were the ones he had given her that past Christmas.  After this, he put a thoughtful look on his face. As Camille put her hands over her ears, Bill shook his head, sighing sweetly.  He said, “Well, I can’t go without seeing your beautiful face.  So in order to keep your cheeks warm, I’ll just have to do something about it.”

     Before Camille could do anything, Bill leaned forward and kissed her gently, once on both cheeks.  Then, as if to seal the kisses to her face, he put his hands back on her face, one on each cheek and gently rubbed them, warming them with his gloves.  Bill smiled at her as their eyes met and she smiled back, not just with her lips, but with her eyes.  Bill then kissed her forehead gently and put his forehead on hers.  He sighed and said, “We might want to eat now.  It’s starting to get cloudy and that means either freezing rain or snow.  Also, we’ll have to get back to class before too long.  Just stay close to me if you get cold.  That letterman jacket should keep you pretty warm, it certainly works for me.”

     Bill and Camille withdrew from each other.  Both smiling and sighing at the same time.  They loved each other for sure, but thankfully not enough for a real kiss.  That was okay with both of them at the moment.  Both Camille and Bill began to eat.  Camille used her opportunity and stayed close to Bill.  For a minute, she thought that she could see a thin layer of frost on his long, blonde hair.  After a few minutes of silence between them, Bill began to talk to her.  He said, “I guess you know why I wanted to talk to you.  What I really want to know is how often you are available.  I really want to be with you more often.”

     Camille looked at him and said, “Bill, do you mean that you want to date me?  If that’s what you’re saying that’s fine with me.  I’d love to go out with you sometime.  I like spending time with you again.  I felt like I knew enough about you and you me just so we could pick up where we left off.  That obviously isn’t the case.  We know enough in general, but what have you been up to recently?  My interests have changed, and yours have too obviously.”

     Bill smiled and said, “Then we’ll have to go out some time.  I have my driver’s license and my truck so we can go anywhere.  As far as my interests, well, I have taken quite an interest in computers.  I’ve been intrigued with them ever since the internet went up.  I plan on pursuing a career with them.  As long as it involves heavy computer work, I’d love to try it out.  Who knows where we’ll be in the future?  Computers can only get better, and that is something to look forward to.  As always, though, you know me.  I’m still keeping up that band of mine.  I’m finally playing bass guitar full time, now that Peter plays the drums full time.  Along with that, I keep up soccer and basketball practice, and I guess I’m stuck in the video game craze with my friends.  I guess that sums up my interests. I guess a couple of those are really obligations as well as interests, if you catch my drift.”

     Camille laughed and rubbed her hands together.  She looked at Bill and said, “Well I know one thing.  I caught your drift, as well as a rush of cold air.  My hands are freezing.”

     Bill looked at Camille.  He saw that she wasn’t wearing gloves or mittens.  Bill took her hands lovingly into his own and held them close to his chest, right over his heart, pulling her ever nearer to him.  He rubbed his hands together over hers to warm them.  She leaned into his embrace and he held her.  If just for a minute, it was perfect in their minds.  Bill looked at his watch, recognizing that they had limited time left.  He lifted her up and looked at her. He said, “We’ll have to get back to class soon.  As for that date, I’ll get back to you on that.”

     Bill and Camille stood up and cleaned up where they had picnicked.  They started back to class early, hand in hand, as before.  Bill held the door for her and the two went back to class.  It wasn’t until near the end of the day that Camille realized that the matter of the Sweetheart’s Dance hadn’t been discussed.  Camille wanted to ask him about it, but Bill was off like a shot at the end of the day.  It was a big switch from earlier that afternoon.  Joey and Peter were literally pushing and shoving Bill out the door.  Bill was being rushed so much, that he even forgot his letterman jacket.

     Camille got a ride home from Katrina.  She went inside her house and went upstairs.  Her father was gone again, as usual.  She never knew her mother, and because of her father’s preferred lifestyle, she didn’t know him either.  She walked up the stairs and past an empty but maintained bedroom, that of her sister Hope, who had died two years ago, an accidental victim of a shootout, one that her boyfriend only barely survived, and it was his family, infact, that paid for the funeral, her father only bothered by Hope’s death since it lowered how much money he got every month.

   Camille wouldn’t stand for it.  Finally something good was happening in her life, there was no way that her alcoholic father would ruin things for her.  He’d be gone for a few more weeks, until after Valentine’s Day had come and gone, showing up when his paycheck came in at the beginning of the next month.  Being a disabled veteran and a single parent allowed for him to live and live well, while Camille just barely got by with what little money she was left.  Camille put her backpack on her bed and then took off what she thought was her sweater.  It turned out to be Bill’s letterman jacket, still on her back where he had put it.

     Camille took off the jacket and held it.  After a few seconds, she brought it up to her nose and deeply inhaled.  She could smell his scent in the jacket’s fibers.  She wanted to keep it just for that night. She wanted to use it as a blanket to cuddle with in his absence.  She felt real love from him, like she had never felt before in her life.  She held the jacket tightly in her arms.  She laid down on her bed, crying to music.  She turned on her favorite band and listened to songs of heartbreak, even though she wasn’t going through heartbreak, she just felt the need to cry for other hardships in her life.  She prayed to God to help these hardships not interfere with her relationship with Bill.

     She had lost enough in her life already.  Finally, she had her one true love, and he loved her.  She missed his embrace already, and she could feel the warmth and gentleness of his kisses to her cheeks as her hot tears ran down them.  After a few minutes, she quickly fell asleep, dreaming of Bill, and wherever else her heart and dreams, hand in hand, would travel together.

     She woke up to what she thought was the doorbell ringing.  It was being rung constantly, as if someone had to get in quickly.  She looked at her answering machine and saw that someone had called five times while she slept.  Looking out her window, she saw Bill’s black truck, with the crew cab and extra long bed.  She was sure it was his because of the silver flames that streaked along the sides of the truck.

     Camille rushed down the stairs accidentally leaving Bill’s jacket upstairs.  She was nervous.  Not that many people ever came inside her house anymore.  She may have been out-going and friendly at school, but where she lived, she was withdrawn from the world; her friends didn’t even know much about her family, or rather her lack of one.  The brave, beautiful girl that everyone else saw at school was only hiding the scars of an injured heart within her.  She knew why Bill was there.  He came to get his jacket.  Not expecting anything other than concern for the jacket and the time he put into earning his letter, Camille opened the door.

     Bill looked at her, and the look on his face was that of great fear, relieved at the sight of Camille standing unharmed before him.  It almost looked like he had been crying.  In fear of worrying her, he hid his concern and smiled at her.  He said, “Hey, I was worried about you.  I realized after I took Joey and Peter home, that I left my letterman jacket in your care.  I went home first, and called you a couple of times.  After the fifth call, I got worried, not about the jacket, but you.  Were you sleeping or something?”

     Bill looked at her carefully.  She had been crying earlier of course.  The tear stains had all but disappeared while she slept, but it was her disposition that bothered him the most.  It was something about her that in the back of his mind, just didn’t feel right.  She had disappeared while he was looking away and thinking.  He called for her, and in a matter of seconds, she came back with his jacket.  It was if he had to leave at that instant.  He agreed, but as if he had read her mind from hours earlier, he returned to her door.  She opened it again and saw him standing there smiling at her.

     “You must be busy or something.  That’s okay; I’ve got work to do too.  I’ll get in touch with you about that date.  Maybe this weekend we can go to the beach.  It’s not that far from here.  I’ll get back to you.  As for right now, I was so concerned about how cold you were this afternoon, that I remembered that we were under a freeze advisory tonight.  I thought I’d lend you this blanket just in case.  My mansion has back-up generators so I’ll be okay.  I’ve got to go now.  I’ll see you in school tomorrow,” Bill said.

     Camille held the blanket tightly in her arms.  With just a quick whiff, she could smell Bill’s scent, once again in the threads of the blanket.  It was as if the scent of him was knitted into the blanket itself.  She was just about to go inside when she heard Bill call back to her. He said, “Camille, I like you…a whole lot.  Actually a better way to say it would be…I love you.”

     Camille’s heart burst as it overflowed with emotion.  Those words entered her ears and filled her heart with love.  She had wanted to hear those words.  She wanted to run back to Bill and be held again.  It wasn’t time yet, and she knew that.  It would’ve been too soon.  She managed to smile through her tears.  She was happy in the deepest depths of her heart.  She watched him drive away slowly from her house before she went back inside.  She locked the door behind her and went quietly up the stairs.  The house was quiet.  In the absence of her late sister, the mother she never knew, and her drunken and apathetic father, Camille made herself dinner, showered, finished homework and cuddled with Bill’s blanket when night fell and the air grew cold.  She soon fell asleep and found happiness in her dreams.  Valentine’s Day just couldn’t get here quick enough.