POV Shannon

I strangely slept well after everything that happened yesterday. I feel lighter, free from a heavy baggage I carried for too long with me. I confess Cammie the way I felt, and even if I didn't ask her to be my girlfriend, she knows that I want to be with her and that the decision is hers. I'm talking a breakfast, looking at the ocean. Today is our last day of holidays. I'll miss my crew when I'll get back to LA. I need to hang out with them more often. Rose is sitting next to me.

- So, how do you handle the Cammie situation?

- I told her last night... I told her everything...

She raises her eyebrows and looked at me chocked.

- Shannon Beveridge... What did you just say?

- I told Cam about the proposal and that I refused because of her... and that I love her

- Wooo, where did this shy weirdo I met few years ago go? I didn't think you have it in you Shannon. Are you ok?

- I guess yes... I did what I could; now things don't depend on me anymore. I still need to confront Carry when I'll come back...

- Will you breakup with her?

- She deserves better than me. I love her but I can't hold her back just to be my backup plan if Cammie... Well, whatever Cammie decides, Carry is not a second choice. She can't be the second choice to anyone; she deserves to be the first and the only one in the heart of someone.

- You know you're always welcome at home if you don't feel ok and need to escape right?

- Hey, don't be so defeatist, I'll be allright.

- You know you're always welcome with your girlfriend whoever it is in our home, is that better?

- Yeah, thanks.

We chat about everything and nothing, time for everyone to be awake and join us to finish the breakfast. For our last day in Spain, we decide to spend time in the city, spending the rest of our euros in shopping. When the evening comes, we decide to go in a bar to enjoy a last party together. During this whole day, I've been talking with Cammie and spending casual moments with her. It could looks like nothing happen.

I am talking with Amy and her girlfriend when I feel a hand on my back. A man, about 30 years old.

- Holà, lo siento. Me gustaria ofrerte une bebida si lo quieres ?

- Er, hi, hola. No entiendo mas el Espanol. Do you speak English?

- Hi, yes. I Said sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to offer you a drink if that's ok?

Time to say that, I realized Amy and her girlfriend disappear and I am alone with this guy.

- Well, why not

I try to apply Cammie's method which consist in not pushing away a guy who offer you a drink because he doesn't have to be interested, he can just want to talk and discover new people. I still need to make clear that I am not interested. He asks me what I want to drink and after a minute come back with a beer.

- So, can I ask you where do you come from?

- California, I live in LA, but my family is in Dallas in Texas, and you? Do you live here?

- I'm just in holidays, like you I guess. I am French.

- Nice, so how did you enjoy your trip so far?

- Perfect, I love Spain in general. It got even better tonight when I met a really cute girl in this bar...

I feel weird. He seems nice but he is clearly hitting on me. How can I say in a natural way that I am gay? Maybe he will offer me an escape?

- Do you have a boyfriend?

Ok, that was fast. I mean, French people hu? They have hot blood and go straight to the point. At least I can be clear about my intentions...

- I have a girlfriend, and you?

He seems disappointed.

- No way. You're too beautiful to be gay. You can just say if you're not interested,

- I am not interested. And I'm gay. Lot of beautiful women are...

- yeah whatever...

He seemed nice first but now I just want to punch his arrogant stupid face. Another guy comes next to him. Where are my friends when they need them?

- Hi, I am Pierre, what's your name? Is Paul bothering you?

- No need to bother man, she is a lesbian...

- Dawn! To sad for us. We will no longer bother you, sorry.

He takes his friend by the shoulders and they leave me alone. The second one seemed much nicer than the first one. I look at them. I think they search in the room another girl to approach. They are pathetic. I want to laugh when I see them go in the direction of Cammie. Poor guys, today is not your lucky day! I can't contest their choice though... I mean who wouldn't like a girl like Cammie?

POV Cammie

I am looking for Shannon. I didn't see her till we came to this bar. I finally saw her when a guy starts to talk to me. He speaks in Spanish and I don't understand a word. He then speaks in English...much better!

- Hello, I hope I don't bother you, would you mind if I offer you a drink?

- Hi, I...

I usually never refuse a drink because it is a good opportunity to meet new people but now I just want to spend time with Shannon. Also I don't know why, but I feel this guy is just searching for a girl to spend the night and wouldn't be happy to discover that I am gay. I try to catch Shannon's attention. When we used to date, we had this signal meaning "hey girlfriend, just come and cuddle me to show that I'm yours and there is no chance anything happens". Our gaze meet for a second. I hope she got the message in my eyes.

- I'm Paul by the way, what's your name?

- My name's Cammie

- I am deeply sorry if I bother you, you just seem really nice and I like to meet people, specially beautiful girls like you...

Shannon chooses this moment to arrive. She sticks herself to my back and put her arms around my chest. It is warm and I forget about everything else.

- Hey babe, wanna go out?

I turn around to meet her face. She is so close. Her eyes are so beautiful, I am drowning into them. I kiss her...on the lips. I can feel her surprise but she answers the kiss. It feels so good. Her lips are so soft. I take a breath and take the opportunity to stare at this gorgeous lady. She is everything that someone could dream about: both her appearance and her soul are beautiful. She is kind, and generous, careful, talented and just so pretty. I feel like the happiest girl in the world. I start to kiss her again. I want this moment to never stop. I finally take a step back.

- Yea let go out of this place.

I intertwine my fingers with hers and pull her outside of this bar. I text our friend to tell them we went for a walk, not sure if they will even notice that we are no longer in the bar. We start to walk in the street, like a couple. She is so close to me. She let go my hand to put her arm around me. For now, she is all I want to think about. I just want this moment with her without thinking about the consequences. I stop her and put her in front of me. In this position, I can kiss her again, and again...and again.