I like...christ what do I like...
|part of Bristol Skins RP|
There were so many people there and the trees comfort her because it made her remind of the old place, she could stay in the park forever. Picture, after picture, Izzy entered a daze than made her lost tack of time. When at some point Isabelles’s camera caught this boy, he was with a cigarette and the smoke from it always had fascinated Izzy in pictures. In any second she would imagine he could hear her, so she thought it would not be an issue if she took a few photos of him. The boy chuckled, Izzy knew that smile, she was that smile, she knew it meant he had reminded something good. She used to do that a lot when remaindering her family when together. She stopped taking pictures for a moment, to see how they were coming out, they were good, great actually, she could not wait to have them revealed.
Lewis sat up. The clicking was louder he was sure of that, but dare he turn round? After a few seconds of psyching himself up he turned around. A small distance away was a girl with brown hair, perhaps a little younger than himself. And she was staring down the viewfinder of her SLR right at him. He jerked his head round and checked behind him but it was only him. “Why is she taking pictures of me?” he thought. Lewis thought about shouting that to her, but he thought against it. He didn’t want to come across as confrontational, especially with only the second girl he had met. Racking his brains for something intelligent to say, he stumbled across: “Nice camera.” He tried to smile, but the facial expression came awkwardly to him.
“Nice camera” She hears someone say. Looking up she saw the cigarette boy staring at her. Isabelle opened her mouth but no sound came out of it. She tried again: “Thanks, I guess…” Wondering if he noticed she was taking photos of him, she blushed. Now what? Would he demand her to erase the pictures? She frowns for a second and look back to the viewfinder. “Damn it, I really liked those photos” she whispered to herself. Looking up again she shyly says: “Sorry…”
Now she looked really embarrassed. He waved her over, trying to seem friendly, but this only made her look even more worried. She opened her mouth but no words came out. Lewis was familiar with that happening to him. Perhaps they were going to get on? Perhaps not. “I’m Lewis…glad you think i’m so photogenic” he said, suddenly shocked by the sudden outburst of words he’d been able to string together into a coherent sentence. She sat down next to him, still clutching the camera, and still saying nothing. “Can I have a look? Do you mind?” She shook her head and passed the camera over. He scanned through them. Some pictures of him smoking, trees, leaves. They were good, there was no denying that. Suddenly the pictures changed. They were out of the park, and there were smiling people, the girl included. She let out a strangled yelp and shot out her arm to take the camera back.
(via here-its-izzyland)
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