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[Caìtlynn Dreamcatcher]

During the almost ten hour flight from British Columbia, Canada to Bradford Leeds International Airport in England, the United Kingdom, Caìtlynn didn't do much more than read her book. The chair she sat in was the most comfortable chair she had ever sat in. Apart from maybe the chairs at home, but hay, this was an airplane seat!
The first class ticket had been payed by herself, with the only credit card she had had enough credit on. She had several, but none of them had enough for the ticket she had bought in an impulse, a first class ticket from Canada to England because there was the only person in the world she knew who understand her.

Now they were flying above Leeds, waiting for a runway to become clear, the book on Caìtlynn's lap was closed and finished. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Copy number five and already looking like a library book. She had read it for more than twenty time since she was thirteen and her maids kept on buying her new ones and throwing the old and thumbed ones away.
Looking from her rectangular window, much bigger than the ones in second class, Caìtlynn could see the patchwork fields her heart had thought of so many times.

Her parents knew she was gone of course, but only after she had bought the ticket. She had been so angry with them letting her stay at camp a month longer while they were in France, that she had just done the one thing she had wanted to for one time. And that had been visiting her friend, Charles Bell. They had met at the evening before Caìtlynn thought she would go home and they had danced the whole evening. Charles had known Caìtlynn was sad because Matthew danced with someone else but he didn't know much more. Caìtlynn had felt like she knew Charles from the beginning, he made her laugh and complimented her, without becoming too romantic or awkward. They understood each other and that felt great.

"Please fasten your seat belts ladies and gentlemen," the voice over suddenly asked them. "We are landing at Leeds Bradford International Airport, at 8 o'clock in the evening. The flight has lasted for nine hours and fifty five minutes and the the temperature in Leeds at the moment is 9 degrees Celsius, and 48.2 Fahrenheit," while the wheels of the plane touched the ground the voice of the woman kept on talking. "We hope you enjoy your stay here in England, and hope to see you for your return flight, thank you for flying Air Canada,"

When the sing of seat belts went out Caìtlynn stood up and reached out for her bag from above her seat. Just as when she had wanted to put it in she didn't reach it in spite of the 15cm/ 6" heels she was wearing, making her (164cm/5'5") Suddenly the cap was opened by an older looking guy, somewhere in his early twenties. Showing her a broad toothpaste smile he handed her bag and checked her out before winking and leaving in the direction of the door. Staring a his back for a few seconds she hung her bag over her shoulder and left the plane.

After she had followed the long path to the luggage and had been through security where she showed them her Irish Passport (her Canadian one was when she returned,) she had found a trolley and hoist her two large trunks on them. Hey! She didn't know how long she was going to stay and how influential his family was! She needed her choice of shoes and clothes!
Together with a big rush of people she entered the great hall, looking out for Charles' bright read hair. He had to be here right?

[Charles Bell]

Charles was really exited since his last letter from Caìtlynn; she decided that she came to visit him in England. Charles walked over towards the wing where his bedroom was situated. The guest room on that side of the building was being prepared. He wanted to be sure everything would be okay for Caìtlynn's arrival.
The maids where just finished and walked past Charles on their way out. Charlie greeted them polite even though it wasn't really something he was aloud to do.

Everything was spit spot like always, Charles didn't really doubted the maids he just knew Caìtlynn was used to luxury and he just wanted to give her that. Charles had chosen this guest room for Caìtlynn for several reasons, well of course it was close by because you could easily get lost in this huge house. An other reason was that this room was decorated the most beautiful, had a fire place (just like his) and the bed was the most comfortable one of the guest rooms on this side of the wing.

While he walked back towards the hall and hoped he could find a maid. And well with out a doubt he had found one and asked her if she could tell the chauffeur to prepare the car for leaving. Charles took his own coat instead of asking a maid to get it for him, he had his own hands and was used to getting it. He walked outside trough the huge front doors. It was a great day for England the weather was nice. The sun was out but it was still a bit cold.

The chauffeur opened the door for Charlie he still wasn't used to that but well it was still something that made him feel special. The trip towards the airport wasn't long just 52 minutes but sitting in that car made him feel a tad nervous. Not because it was Caìtlynn but more about what she would think about him after she find out that that he was a Windsor.

Arriving at the airport Charles asked the chauffeur to find a place and wait for them their. He walked in and looked at the board, where her plane would arrive. Gate 1 it was, it was the biggest arriving hall from flights abroad. Charles stood there wondering how big her luggage would be. Then when the doors opened for the Canadian airways. He saw a girl with bright white golden hair in a ponytail, with out a doubt that was Caìtlynn.

Charles walked over to Caìtlynn "Caìtlynn how was your trip?" Charles said with his Yorkshire accent more then normal, he couldn't help it his grandmother and grandfather talked this way. And his grandmother wanted him to talk proper, like they did. This was going to be a lot of fun.

[Caìtlynn Dreamcatcher]

Bag around her arm, hand clutching her passport, she scanned the hall before her gaze shifting from right to left. Her neatly kept ponytail swinging around her face as she looked where Charles was, a smile spread on her face when she saw a glimpse of bright red hair head her way.
"Charles," she breathed, sounding far more Canadian than necessary. "It was alright, quite long but I was able to finish my book!" moving her arm where her bag hung to indicate her book was in there, she walked over to him and reached out to give him a hug. It was o long ago since they had seen each other, it had been a few days before Halloween and she had left the day after. Did he know what had happened between her and Matthew?

With a small trail of perfume behind her Caìtlynn grabbed her bag and put her passport back in. Placing the expensive Dior bag in the small basket on top of the trolley she looked back at Charles? "Did you come by cab or car?" she asked him politely not sure where they were waiting for right now. She didn't exactly know where the mansion stood where he lived but since they had been writing quite a lot of letters the past month she knew he lived in York, which wasn't very far away from the airport.

Starting to push the trolley to follow Charles where ever he was going she started to look around the hall. It was just as any other airport she had been at, which were quite a few for a fifteen year old girl. She had seen airports in Ireland, England and France, but also in Italy and of course Canada and New York. But in fact they were all the same, tourists traveling or going home and family who got back reunited. When she got back from camp last month only her maid Lizzy had been standing there to pick her up. But her family was far to busy to think about picking up their daughter of sister from airports of course.

"You lead the way," she said properly only laughing before she had even see his face. Only being in his presence made her feel better, it was like she was back at camp a little, which was strange since she hadn't been happy at camp at all, at least until the Aphrodisia Ball.

[Charles Bell]

"That is always a good thing, right? Finishing a book" Charlie said smiling. He was really glad she had a great flight, sometimes airplanes just weren't really fun to be in. Then he saw Caìtlynn reaching out for him to give him a hug, Charles accepted the hug with pleasure. It was really weird if you thought about it Caìtlynn was a good looking girl but Charles had only friendly feeling for her.

Charles raised his eyebrow, he actually didn't really expected her to ask how he'd come. "Car" Charles said bewildered. But then took a look at Caìtlynn. "You are not pushing the trolley come on move over" He said with a jokingly firm voice.
Charles waited for Caìtlynn to move over so he could push the trolley like a real English gentleman. While he was waiting Charles noticed that Caìtlynn was taller then normal, she could have grown but not this fast right? Then he looked down and saw her high heels. They where really high. "Well, I'm not letting you walk with those heels all the way towards the car" Charles said while he reached out for his cell phone and called his chauffeur. "Bates, Could you please drive the car to the front of the airport, milady her heels are very high" He asked with a slightly more British accent then normal. He knew that he didn't have to explain to the chauffeur why he wanted him there but Charles did it because he wanted to.

And when they walked out of the airport mister Bates stood there next to the car waiting for them to arrive so he could took Caìtlynn her bags and put them into the car. Mister Bates, welcomed Caìtlynn politely and took her bags then he opened the door for her and then for Charles. Charles didn't wanted to be disrespectful to do it himself because he knew the man got paid to do it. "Thank you, Bates" he said. While he sat down into the car. Mister Bates took the trolley away and sat down in front of the stirring wheel. "It is not far from here just, it is just a 52 minutes drive" He smiled and gave the chauffeur a nod as soon as he knew that both of them where in there seat belts.

"It is really good to finally see you again" Charlie said to Caìtlynn and smiled. His smile was sincere he was really happy to see her again. Even though when Caìt left camp they just knew each other for just about a month, it felt like they knew each other for ages. Caìt was really his best friend at camp, and maybe even outside camp next to Adrianna.

The trip was so over and when they arrived at his home. Charlie his parents weren't there but they would come over soon to celebrate Christmas with them. The head of the butlers opened the door for them so they could exit the car.
Charles thanked Bates and stepped out of the car and waited for Caìt.
Another butler already took Caìtlynn her luggage and took it to the guest room Charles chose for her. "Do you want a tour around the house and gardens?" He asked her.

[Caìtlynn Dreamcatcher]

It was only expected that Charles wouldn't let her push the trolley and tho be honest, Caìtlynn didn't know for sure if she'd be able to handle it properly. Firstly, she never push things, let alone trolley's! Secondly the bags on the trolley were heavier than average so she probably have a hard time controlling it. Thank the lord for Charles the Gentleman.
Staring a little too obvious at Charles as he commented on her shoes and then took out his cell phone, she had to suppress a giggle. "You don't have to do that Charles," she said stroking a sting of white hair behind her hair. "I walk on shoes like these all the time... But thank you," she added with a small nod knowing he wouldn't care anyways.

As they walked outside Caìtlynn almost immediately knew which car was theirs. Instead of a black Mercedes, the car who had picked her up in Canada last month, there was now a silver coloured Audi standing at a timezone. The moment Charles and Caìtlynn appeared a friendly looking chauffeur left the side of car Caìtlynn had spotted and quickly took the trolley from Charles. While the man lifted her bags in the back of the car Caìtlynn buttoned her blazer and waited for the man to quickly opened the door for her on one side of the car, while Charles took a seat just after her.

In general the drive to Charles' home didn't take quite long, but after sitting for ten hours and then walking for just a few minutes, Caìtlynn was starting to feel her legs. Hopefully when they arrived shortly Caìtlynn could stretch her legs a little and maybe have a glass of water. She would drink her Evian wouldn't it be that she wasn't able to take some with her since the security had been whining about it.
While Caìtlynn stared from the window and looked at the beautiful country her family had ones belonged to, Caìtlynn was starting to feel quite at home. She was sure if Charles was keeping on talking like this Caìtlynn would get her own neat tongue back no time.

Because they had been writing a lot, it felt like coming home to a friend, no more than just a friend, more like a brother. He meant so much to her and he seemed to understand her so well, Caìtlynn had actually never had a friend like him before. "It's very nice to see you again too," she said, already hearing the British tone coming back.
When they at last reached their final destination Caìtlynn waited politely for the door of the car being opened for her and gladly took the hand Bates offered her. "Thank you," she nodded to him and waited for Charles to appear at her side before walking towards the grand mansion (read: enormously grand huge mansion).

The moment Charles and Caìtlynn entered the hall Caìtlynn recognised the hangings on the wall. Well, she didn't recognise them like she had seen them before, but she knew fully well what they meant. Looking at the grand paintings and the splendour of the hall Caìtlynn wondered why Charles never thought of telling her at least something about this all. Because everything about the house screamed royalty. Not directly, but surely related. Maybe a second cousin of Prince Charles, or a very high Duke. Caìtlynn was almost sure the "owners" wouldn't be present, they rarely were, but if she remembered it right, she would be here during Christmas, and they might be here around that time!

Now fully determined to lose her weird Canadian accent Caìtlynn turned back to Charles without showing anything of the knowledge she had on her face. "Oh I'd love to, but could I perhaps visit the restroom?" not only did she have to fresh up a little, she would also like to have some water, and she was fine with tap water, although she was pretty sure there would be a jug of fresh water for the guests.

[Charles Bell]

It was a good thing that Caìtlynn said nothing about the hangings on the wall, Charles always felt a bit uncomfortable to tell any body that he was family of the Windsor family. People always reacted strange if they found out who he was. Or they only wanted to be friends with him because of his wealth Charles hated people like that. Charles didn't really knew for sure that she knew what the hangings meant but either way he was just glad she didn't say something about that he didn't tell her.

Charles directed Caìtlynn towards the ladies room. Charlie didn't know how it looked because like a real gentle man he never entered one not even peeked in it. Even though he was curios but well it was just something he wanted to know because he didn't know.

"Well follow me then" Charlie said enthusiastic when Caìtlynn left the ladies room. While he took Caìtlynn her hand and slightly pulled her towards the right sight of the building. Charles knew he acted like a small kid but he couldn't help it. He couldn't show this home often. "Well at first we have the ground floor of course" Charles said with his significant smile. "We can find the not being used living room here" Charles opened a big door and behind it was a big room, filled with dark brown wooden furniture covered with burgundy ribbed velvet. This was the biggest living room they had so it wasn't really used often only if Charles his grandmother had a lot of guests. "This is the biggest one, I do like this one only we don't use it often." Charles made a smile and shrugged.

After Charles had showed her that living room he showed her all the other rooms on the ground floor. All with amazing Victorian furniture, in different colors that matched the room and the rest of the house. The last room on the ground floor that he showed was a small living room with almost the same furniture as the biggest one only this one was a bit softer qua color; the fabric was mint green and the wooden frames where light. There was a comfortable fire place that fitted the room like a glove. Charles loved this room, it was next to his own bed room his favorite place to be in. "This is the living room we actually spent some time in, it is the closest one to the servants quarters. Charles pointed towards the left corner of the room where a beautiful white grand piano stood. "I love that one" Charles couldn't play very well but he still could play.

Charles looked at Caìtlynn, "Sorry I didn't asked you if you want to see your room first?" he asked suddenly. Charles actually expected Caìtlynn to be tired because it was a quarter past nine. "And I had to ask if you wanted anything special as breakfast tomorrow morning? Something you missed eating?" Charles smiled and waited for Caìtlynn her answer.

This post has been edited by Charles Bell on Dec 9 2011, 03:25 PM

[Caìtlynn Dreamcatcher]

Glad that the ladies room was close by, Caìtlynn smiled at Charles before closing the door behind her and entering sort of a simple bathroom. There wasn't a shower or a bathtub but the place was huge and the little rug in the middle of the creme coloured flagstone floor only indicated how richly furnished the rest of the house would be. Smiling at the vase of flowers standing in the blinded window she took a quick piddle.

Washing her hands in the amazing sink that only reminded her of her own grandmothers home she couldn't help but suppress a small giggle when she indeed found a jug of water and two crystal glasses. The water was cold, like there had just dissolved ice cubes in it, and refreshed her immensely. Taking one quick look in the mirror she touched up her make-up a little and smacked her lips after applying one layer of new lipstick.
"And, do I look refreshed or not?" she laughed when leaving the room and making a dramatic movement with her hands while posing a little.

The house Charles showed her was amazing, it was a little like home but all just a little more. Everything was a little grander and prettier. She really hadn't known Charles was royal, but maybe since his real mother had gotten him from a fling with Mr. D, she might have been dishonoured?
"Ah!" Caìtlynn breathed upon seeing the grand piano. "A white one!" letting go of Charles' hand she hurried towards it and stared at it, letting her hands glide over it just not touching it, only following the curves of the instrument. "I have never seen such a grand white piano," she sighed with a look of longing in her eyes, not really able to blur the tone in her voice that told she wanted to play.

When Charles mentioned her room a feeling of tiredness came over her. "I'd love to see my room actually, I think I turn in soon this evening, I've had quite a journey," leaving her spot next to the piano she followed Charles to her room quietly. "Hmm, I'd like croissants for breakfast," she said after a while. "And maybe some orange juice," she offered, "If it's not too much too ask of course," winking at him knowing he would accept everything, even if she asked for crème brûlée, she stood still when they arrived at her rooms.

[Charles Bell]

With a big smile on his face Charles couldn't say anything but yes. "Of course you do, always" he said polite. Caìtlynn was a pretty girl and it was nothing weird because Aphrodite was her biological mother. And boy, he couldn't deny that Aphrodite was a gorgeous woman. He looked at her, shook his head while he laughed softly. "Well come on then" He said happily.

Charlie expected Caìtlynn her reaction just a little, he knew that the piano was going to be something she loved. "You haven't?" He asked her, Charlie thought that out of all people Caìtlynn would have seen one like this. He smiled, "You can play on it if you want to" He said while he walked towards her and the piano. He placed his fingers on the piano and played the piano part of Beethoven his fifth sonata. He played with his eyes closed, Charles loved the piano and well he loved it mostly because his grandmother taught him how to play it.

"I thought you wanted to" Charles smiled while he showed her the way to her room. Luckily the wing where they slept wasn't really far away. When Charles was brought to their home his parent's still lived with his grandmother, they didn't seem to feel the urge to move out. The house was big enough to live in with a lot of them and well Emerald knew that they weren't going to be home a lot because of their profession but well they wanted to have a home base so it seemed logical to let this be her parent's home. Charles always had a room they had chosen for him but since he was old enough to know what he wanted his grandmother told him that he could choose a room. Charles chose this room because it was situated so close to the living room they actually used. And well it had by far the softest bed there was.

"Here you go" Charlie said while he opened the door and showed her a bed room with ivory colored furniture and dark turquoise bedding. The room wasn't really big but wasn't really small either; the room had its own bathroom, a fireplace (just like his) and a balcony. "There are towels and everything else that you need in the bathroom, if you miss something you could ask Mrs Pickering. She is the head of household and could help you with everything you want" He said with a small smile. "Or you could just walk over to the door across this one it's my bedroom, and you can knock on it every time you want to" He said to her.

"Well I'm going to the Kitchen and make sure that there will be croissants and fresh orange juice in the morning. Sleep well" He made his characteristic smile while he said that and walked over to his own room. "First a shower and then a cup of warm tea before bed" he thought. While he took his sleep wear and walked to wards the shower.

This post has been edited by Charles Bell on Dec 14 2011, 09:22 PM

[Caìtlynn Dreamcatcher]

"I have a black piano myself, but I never saw a white one as big as this one," she didn't really feel like playing, the last time she had played was almost a year ago and she didn't want to look like an amateur in front of Charles, since he probably played so well. "I might play tomorrow, I haven't played in a long time, the harp is more my instrument," she smiled at Charles when he showed her the room only before yawing broadly. "The room looks splendid Charles thank you," she saw that her bags had been placed next to her bed, she would definitely take a shower and then try to find another book in her trunk.

"I'm definitely in for a shower, It has been long a go since I had such a long flight," She turned back to Charles and reach out for a hug. She hoped she didn't smell to much of tiredness and trusted her perfume enough to also give him a warm kiss on his cheek before leaving. "Thanks for letting me stay, this way I can take my mind of things that ehm, that I need to get my mind off," after she let him go she watching him walk away for a few seconds and then closed her door.

Now it was time for a long and warm shower. Opening the trunk on that was the easiest to open she soon found out this wasn't one she needed. Closing the lid again she dragged it from the other one and tried to put it down as softly as possible. Nonetheless a hard thunk was heard when she put it down, hopefully Charles wouldn't think she dropped something, when she opened the second trunk she quickly found her toiletries and night shift. Pulling them out she cramped them under her arm.

The shower was nice and woke her up a little. When she came from under the shower and stared at herself in the mirror. Even without make-up she knew she looked pretty, it was strange to look at yourself like that but her skin was spotless and even her eyelashes looked curly and long without the usual mascara. Combing her hair with her hands she shook it out to dry it quick and smooth. That was one of the nice things that came with being a daughter of Aphrodite, everything what involved looks could be changed by her power.

Pulling on her night shift her hair fell down her face as she bent over to pull on her slippers. It was a strange feeling walking around with dry hair just so soon after you had showered but it was also nice for once, no one would see her like this now so it didn't matter. While Caitlynn thought she looked two years younger with her hair down she looked every inch her mothers daughter, it made her look mature.

Standing motionless in her room while she looked outside she spotted the double doors and the balcony behind it. Slowly she opened it and tried to fight the tears she felt coming. Now she was alone there was nothing that could stop her from thinking of Matthew. She had hurt him so bad the last time she had seen him, there was no way he was going to forgive her that. She had promised to never leave him but had done so right the day after. It was completely sure he would now never love her, he would probably hate her, not even miss her.

As she sat down on the ledge of the balcony it slowly started to drizzle. The song she started to sing was only about loss and heartbreak, while she started to cry her voice sounded even lovelier than ever. If someone would spot her now, the power of her Aphrodite blood would surely put them under a spell. Luckily there was one around.

"Sonny don't go away, I'm here all alone
Your Daddy's a sailor, never comes home
Nights are so long, silence goes on
I'm feeling so tired and not all that strong..."

This post has been edited by Caìtlynn Dreamcatcher on Dec 16 2011, 03:30 PM

[Charles Bell]

It was a warm hug that he gets from Caìtlynn the kiss on the cheek was actually something that he didn't expect her to do. He hoped he didn't turned as red as his hair because he normally would. His characteristic smile appeared on his face. "You are welcome; it is normal thing for me to do. Well I'll let you take a shower." He said after he gave her a kiss back on her cheek. Wow, this girl smelled amazing. Perfume. Wow.

Charles changed his mind and turned around towards the kitchen before he took his shower. Even though he wanted to cool down, he just couldn't help it. He was still an almost sixteen year old boy. And this girl made him feel all these kind of things. He did felt them before and he wasn't going to tell any one about it especially not Caìtlynn self. This was something he had to get over because he knew about Cait her affection for Matthew. And since he knew Sophie was gone Cait could go after him now.

He entered the kitchen and asked the cook if they could make sure there would be croissants and orange juice in the morning for lady Caìtlynn. He asked it in French of course since the cook was French. He gave the cook a nod and thanked her. Asked if she could make him some warm milk and could ask to one of the maids to bring it up to his room. He really wanted to take that shower. He smiled as the cook said she would. Of course he thanked her again.

While Charles walked back he noticed that it was raining. Charles loved the ticking sound of the rain on the window or roof. It made him feel at home. He actually didn't want to admit it but he really missed it at camp. Because the sun always shined over there he didn't realized it there how much he loved the sound.

As soon as he walked into his room his started to undress himself. He really needed that shower badly. He turned it on and let the water fall over his body and closed his eyes. "Wow" he said. It was a good thing that he cooled of. He had to be honest to himself right now he didn't loved her in that way but man what was she enchanting. Really one of the most beautiful girls he had ever met. He came out of the shower when he washed his hair like he wanted to do.

Then suddenly he heard something coming out of Cait her room. He could hear it because his window was open and probably hers as well. He stood next to the window to listen carefully while he dressed himself. She was singing. Sonny a song Charles knew well. Then suddenly with out thinking he walked towards the door and walked over towards Caìtlynn and entered her room without knocking something he normally would do.

And there he stood in her room, with only wearing his pyjama pants and a naked torso staring at this gorgeous girl. He didn't know what happened to him it was like he was enchanted. He just had decided he wouldn't take any action towards his normal feeling of lust towards this girl but now at this moment he wanted her. More then that. Kiss her like no one ever had done before. The urge became bigger the longer he listened to her but he stood there nailed to the ground trying to fight this urge.

[Caìtlynn Dreamcatcher]

It started to rain harder and the rain turned into tears upon her face, probably one of the most beautiful of the country at the moment. While Caìtlynn kept on singing she tried not to listen to hard to the words she sang who were about loss and sadness. Why she had to cry so sudden was beyond Caìtlynn's knowledge. She had outburst like this much more the past few weeks, she just felt so guilty, also for the thing she was planning in her head. To never go back to camp, to stay home around people until she was forgotten about Matthew completely, or when she just didn't care any more.

"Many years have rolled on, Sonny's old and alone..." her voice cracked at the last word and she turned her face to the sky where it was slowly packing with more clouds raining harder and harder. "Sometimes he wonders what his life might have been..." now shaking with tears she stopped singing and clasped her hand before her mouth, shaking harder and harder every minute.

She hadn't noticed Charles coming up from behind her, she was to occupied with the singing which made her shine it the famous Aphrodite charm. If she had known he was behind her she would probably have jumped up and stopped the singing much sooner. He wouldn't want to see her like this, even though Caìtlynn couldn't care less about anyone seeing her right now.

Slowly the rain drowned Caìtlynn's night shift and hair completely, it seemed now quite useless that she had cared about drying it with her powers in the first place, but now it was getting darker and darker more quickly she was starting to feel the nerves coming back. Rain and darkness meant thunder, especially in the UK, she had to get back.

Right at the moment she wanted to shake out her hair and step up from the banister the first thunder cracked a few hundred meters away. Shrieking with fear she almost fell of the banister and clamped onto the wet stone until she was sure she wouldn't fall the wrong way. Turning around fast as lightning she run past Charles, hitting him with her wet clothes and almost ripping of the curtains in order to get away from outside. Ducking towards her bed she quickly found out the bed wasn't available so she ran to the first big closet she found, jerked it open and hid inside it, slamming the doors behind her. Pulling up her legs she placed her fore head on her knees and curled her hands over her ears, humming loudly to try and drown out the noise of the thunder.

[Charles Bell]

Standing there in Caìtlynn her room made him feel lust and craving, he wanted to have Caìtlynn more then only his best friend. At least that was what he thought. Charles didn't know his hidden feelings came out because she was singing. He was still nailed to the ground and only could look at her, all these scenarios going trough his mind about what he could do, want or happened next. This feeling became stronger the longer he listened.

Charlie couldn't see what happened outside and only looked at the tear filled face. What was this feeling? Why was he thinking like this? What just happened? Charlie still looked at her when she suddenly stopped singing. What was going on?
He still couldn't talk, was still nailed to the ground as he saw her hand shaking.
What was he thinking?

Caìtlynn started to move away form the window, as he looked down to see what he was wearing. He was half naked and only was wearing his pyjama pants. He wanted to try to sneak out so she wouldn't have to know he was standing in her room with a naked torso but then suddenly Caìt hit him with her wet clothes, there had been thunder. Charles his eyes widened, he totally forgot that Caìtlynn was afraid of it.

Charles his mind went blank and only saw her jumping into the closet.
He had to think straight now, he needed to help her and protect her. He ran towards the doors and closes the doors. "Caìt, I'm here" He tried to sound calm but also loud so that she could hear him she probably would cover up her ears.
He walked towards the closet where she just run into and stood next to it. He heard Caìtlynn humming.

"Caìt, Caìt" Charles tried. He understood that she didn't want to come out of the closet but he wanted to help her. She was his best friend, nothing more. Charles had really thought weird thing, and didn't understood why. He loved her, as a friend right? Is it normal for a boy to want things from a girl who he sees as his best friend?

"Caìt, please come out? The doors are closet you can protect your self in your bed, or in the kitchen where you can't here the thunder." He tried to get to her; he didn't really know what to say he never experienced her fear before there was no thunder at camp. Charles shook his head, how could someone who is afraid of thunder fall in love with the child of Zeus? He didn't get it.