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[Isabelle Stone]

'The knight in armour is at the door,
But Cinderella doesn't want to let him in.
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"I think you've made it perfectly clear," she said a little sadly.

The look on his face made it clear to her. There was no need to question him further, because the truth was there, hanging in front of her face. Nathaniel Wood saw her as a friend, a sister if she was lucky, but his feelings for her did not reach the same level that hers did for him, and that made her heart crumble to bits. But she would shed no more tears that night, at least not where he could see or hear her sorrows. There were only a handful of people that she could count who had loved her, truly loved her, in her short life, and she once felt privledged that she could count Nate to be among their number. But right then, she felt as though that number was one less.

How could he possibly still want anything to do with her now that he knew?

And then there was Melissa to worry about. Once the girl found out about what had happened between the two of them, knowing that Nate knew of her secret, Melissa would come after her with a dead-set hatred. There would be no escaping the blonde who had seen Belle as an enemy from the moment she walked into camp a few years before. Though it had taken Isabelle a short while to realize why, her answer came in the form of Nate Wood, who was then a camper himself. Since then, Melissa was determined to get him, hook her claws into him and hold onto him as long as Belle was emotionally attatched.

"I don't want you to throw it away.."

His words startled her as she looked back up, snapped out of her own thoughts to focus back on his face, his features looking back at her softly. Perhaps she had misunderstood his intentions? Yes, that had to be it. There was no reason for Nate to have any emotional feelings toward her, none as much as she did for him anyway. She was a simple girl, easy to please and easier to shove into the shadows without complaint. He deserved someone a little more bold than she was, someone with a talent that didn't feel the need to hide it. Something like Melissa, she thought bitterly.

"Do you not believe that I could love you the way you love me?"

Before she could respond, she felt his lips brush themselves against hers, her chin still held gently in his cupped hand. That single action made her freeze, her dark brown eyes staring up into his with disbelief. Then, without any signs of warning, she stumbled backward out of his hold, hands behind her as she pushed herself to her feet again, wrapping her arms around herself in that protective manner before going over to sit on the bed. But it wasn't like she was trying to protect herself from the rest of the world.

This time, it looked more like she was protecting herself from Nate.

"Don't," she cried, shutting her eyes tightly. "Don't do that to me Nate. I can take the rejection, alright, just don't take pity on me and make me think that you care. I can't handle that! It's going to rip me apart from the inside, and there is nothing I can do to stop it."

Her hands found their way to the sides of her head as she bent over her knees, trying to block out painful memories and the sting that she felt crawl its way over her skin.

"Please," she begged. "I don't want you to feel like you have to do this."

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[Nathaniel Wood]

Nathaniel Wood !

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He looked at her, frowning, as she answered him "Then, I guess, you haven't been paying to much attention, because it doesn't seem like you understand what it is that I am saying"

[/color] He murmured, lifting an eyebrow at her. Yeah, sure he had made it clear but it just didn't seem like she truly understood what he was saying.

Then they had trailed of to talking about Melissa and.. Isabelle liking Nathaniel, which Nate had been oblivious to all the time he had been at camp. He still didn't understand how he had been so stupid to be as oblivious as he was. It was sad, it really was one of the saddest situations he had ever been in. Because, maybe he did like this girl as well but had been to oblivious to ever notice his own feelings toward her. He truly was one of the dumbest boys in the world, you had to give him that. If there was a stupid-prize you should definitely have given it to Nate - He didn't deny that he deserved it, because he truly did. He felt terrible with himself, to see how much misery he caused this girl, whom he really did like.

Then, as he sat there, he came to a realization that maybe he did love Isabelle Stone, who was sitting there, in his arms, spilling her heart out in front of him. Not just because that she had just declared her love to him, no not at all. Nate was known to be completely oblivious, Isabelle had to know that, and well.. That meant he could be oblivious to his own feelings as well as to others feelings, right? As he sat there and looked down at her, as she spoke, he realized that the reason to why he trusted Belle so much was because he was in love with her? He had never really had a girlfriend, despite him being extremely popular, and he had never really had feelings for a girl. When he looked down at Isabelle something just felt right. Was that love? Could that be love? He didn't know.

Then, as their conversation had moved along, he had leaned down to her and asked her if she didn't think that he could love her as she did love him. He had to test his own feelings, get to know his own feelings better, and that was when he had let his lips brush against her. Like magic. That very moment, the moment where his lips had just brushed lightly against hers, he knew that he loved her, more than she could believe. It had to be that, he couldn't explain it in any other way. But, of course, things wouldn't go as smoothly as he had planned for it to go - he hated when Mrs. drama slithered her way into his life, absolutely hated it. But this time he would deal with it, and with pleasure.

She stumbled backwards, startling Nate so much that it knocked all of his air out of his lungs - in some kind of freakish way - and pushed herself up on her feet. He looked up at her, following her, with his eyes, as she staggered off to go sit upon her bed, arms wrapped around her. She wasn't protecting herself against the world anymore. He was the one she was protecting herself from. He had hurt her, though he didn't know quite how until she started speaking;

"Don't, Don't do that to me Nate. I can take the rejection, alright, just don't take pity on me and make me think that you care. I can't handle that! It's going to rip me apart from the inside, and there is nothing I can do to stop it."[/color]

And he felt like his whole body was burning at that moment. Why would she think that he pitied her? Why would he even do that? Had she not payed any attention to what he had said? "I'm not taking pity on you!"[/color] He cried out, pushing himself up on his feet "And I do care, don't you pay attention to what I say to you?"[/color] He asked of her, walking closer to her.

"Please,"I don't want you to feel like you have to do this."[/color]

He sighed, stopping in front of her "I don't feel that way, I don't feel like I have to do this.. Well.. Maybe just a little, but not for you,"[/color] He sat down in front of her, putting his hands on her knees, leaning slightly into her "For me, though"[/color] He looked up at her "Look.. I'm a complete idiot.. I'm so.. Unaware of things, of everything.. Even my own feelings"[/color] He looked up at her, biting his lip slightly as he pulled away and sat down beside her, on the bed "I'm so stupid, I don't even take notice of my own feelings toward others"[/color] He looked down and away. "That doesn't make any sense, I'd wish it did though"[/color] He murmured, a little smile on his face.

"I'd wish you would believe me if I told you that I did love you.. That I've just been stupid enough to only realize it now"[/color] He shrugged slightly and stood up again. That sound slightly cliche, like something someone would say in a movie. This did feel like a movie, on some level.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Isabelle Stone]

'The knight in armour is at the door,
But Cinderella doesn't want to let him in.
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It felt as though their conversation was lasting a lifetime, from the time that she had fallen into his arms to the time that he now sat where he was, kneeling before her with his hands on her knees. His close contact was much closer than she was sure it ought to have felt, but she couldn't stop the warm tingles that coursed through her entire body, making it difficult to breathe and even harder to focus on her own thoughts. Nate's mere touch drove her senses insane, focusing her eyes only on him. This wasn't supposed to happen, she told herself firmly.

But she did nothing to stop it. Her own hands found their way on top of his, her fingers lightly brushing lightly against the skin on the back of his palms. She could feel her nerves quivering inside of her, jumping around as if they had ingested massive amounts of caffine without her knowledge. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't stop. Nate's words were getting to her in a way that they never had before, making her feel as though she was sitting on a cloud, away from her worries of the world.

That was what he did to her. He made her feel like there was no one else around, just the two of them. There was no one else in the world who loved her, or bothered to really care. Just Nate, Kyle and Simone. They were all she had.

"And I do care, don't you pay attention to what I say to you?"

[clour=blue]"Is that a trick question?"

[/colour] she asked bitterly. "I can't help but hear you, Nate. Of course I'm paying attention!"

And then his voice began to rant about how she wasn't listening to his words, how unobservant he was and how stupid he felt for not seeing those things sooner. She felt a small amount of pity toward him, but didn't want to display that in her actions. It was hard enough being there, with all of her secrets known in one night. All but one, anyway.

"I'd wish you would believe me if I told you that I did love you.. That I've just been stupid enough to only realize it now"

She froze at this. Loved her? Had he just said that he loved her? No, he said that if he said it, he wanted her to believe him. But he had yet to say such a thing....right?

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[Nathaniel Wood]

Nathaniel Wood !

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"Is that a trick question? I can't help but hear you, Nate. Of course I'm paying attention!"

He looked at her, a frown upon his thick, messy eyebrows. "No, it's not a trick question"

[/color] He answered, staying in a calm tone of speech. Well, surely that had to piss him, just a tiny bit, off but it was Belle who was sitting here, in front of him, asking him that annoying question. He could never get angry at that pretty little angle, well surely she was an angel - she just didn't know and would probably deny it if he said so to her, because he just to damn cared about her. Plus, she didn't deserve being mad at.. He was the one who deserved being mad at, he was the one being dumb, idiotic, here. She should actually be pissed at him by now.. How the hell could one person be so.. Ignorant, well more unaware and oblivious than ignorant, of someone else. He felt like a jerk, really he did, not only toward Belle but also toward himself - being unaware of your own feelings was just crossing the line. He felt stupider than ever.

Then Nate, as he was Nate, started to rant about all these kind of things that didn't even really make sense. He was just talking and talking, as he was known to do that a lot, and he didn't even feel like his own words made any sense. He wondered if they did to Belle and what he said made her feel. He'd actually wish he could read her mind, be one of those people for just a minute so he could read the mind of this girl, sitting in front of him, whom he cared so much for. It was crazy talk, he absolutely knew that, didn't matter though.

He had gotten up, and was now standing again. He became aware of Belle suddenly freezing in a movement and his eyes narrowed, in just the slightest of ways. What was wrong? He then bit his lip. What he had said, had that made her angry? Well, it did sound like some kind of cheesy line from some crappy movie there was no reason for her not to be angry at him. He should have just gotten down on one knee and proposed to her instead, that would have been better then that freaking line he had just blurted out.

"I'm sorry.. That sound like it came out of some crappy movie,"[/color] He murmured, shaking his head at himself "It's true though.[/color] He looked at her, from beneath his eyelashes. He hoped he hadn't pushed her away, by saying such a thing, he would really hate himself if he had. "I do love you, Belle.."[/color] One corner of his mouth was stretched out, into a smile.

"I guess that.. Whatever happened tonight just made it clear for me."[/color] He shrugged and smiled. He felt like a kid in sixth grade, who was telling his first crush he was in love with her.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Isabelle Stone]

'The knight in armour is at the door,
But Cinderella doesn't want to let him in.
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Words could not begin to describe the way she felt right then, as if an electric current was being pulsed through her body at that very moment. Everything seemed to be pounding or throbbing, from her heart in her chest to the blood in her ears. Nate's words seemed distant, like they were being spoken through the fog in a dream. Everything was happening so fast that Isabelle was having a hard time figuring out what was real and what she was imagining in her head.

He wasn't upset, though she felt like he should have been. His features remained soft, looking at her with a kind of adoration that she could only have imagined she would see from him, especially when directed at her. His eyes made her feel like she was swimming in pools of chocolate, his smile basking her in a warm glow that made even the sun look pale in comparisson. As sappy and pathetic as those thoughts sounded in her mind, that was the way it felt in her heart, the one part of her that she could follow without fear. But that was because it was the one thing that people couldn't see on a daily basis.

"I don't understand why you would love me," she whispered, slowing standing on her feet only a short distance from him. "I lack so much in what others have, Nate."

She felt like a half wrapped gift that was exposed to the eye of the person being given it. There was judgement in their gaze, desite any kind words that fell from their lips, and always a hidden feeling as to what it was they really wanted to say, but dared not. With Nate, she had never before been afraid to be herself, unless there was a chance of being caught by someone like Melissa. But those fears seemed small in what she was now about to do, probably against her better intuition.

Taking a small step forward, she hesitated only a moment before taking another, and another, until she had closed the gap between them, her hands finding his. Lifting her chin, she looked up, gazing into the merky depths of his eyes that calmed her so easily.

"I'm broken, on the inside and the outside. Wouldn't you prefer a whole person?"

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[Nathaniel Wood]

Nathaniel Wood !

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All the time, as he spoke; telling her that he loved her, and spoke of how his words had sound like they had come out of a crappy movie, he was looking at the girl whom he was telling this, spilling his whole heart down in front of her. She had spilled her heart, on the chat and here, and now it was his turn to spill his heart, out for her. He didn't mind spilling it out to her, she was the only one he would open up like that. He would only make himself vulnerble for her. Because he adored this girl, who was sitting on her bed looking both surprised an misserable at the same time. He absolutely adored her, and everything she did. Ever since they had turned out to be friends he had adored her, he had just been unaware of this adoration of his. She was one heck of a special person, Belle. Different then other girls. And she was the greatest artist in the world, whether she could see that or not.

"I don't understand why you would love me, I lack so much in what others have, Nate."

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He wanted so much to grab har, by her arms, and shake her, shake all of those thoughts out of her head. What she was saying wasn't true! Why couldn't she seet hat she didn't lack even one thing? She was so real, that was so much more then any other girl, here at camp, was. Everyone was fake here, even Nate, and Belle was the only real person here. She wasn't pretending to be someone she wasn't.
"You don't lack even one single thing, Belle,"[/color] He answered her, starring at her face as she got up on her feet again. "Name one thing you lack. You don't lack anything.. And don't you dare compare yourself to Melissa. Don't you see what you have that she doesn't?.. Belle, you're real. That's so much more then anyone is, here at Camp"[/color] He said, his eyebrows furrowing a little.

Then, as she stepped forward, he felt his own body shiver slightly. It was like he was being drawned to Belle, like she was a magnet drawing him to her. It was fun thinking that way, he kept himself from smilng though as it didn't feel right to smile when they were having such a conversation, as they were having. She stopped right in front of him and reached out for his hands, cupping them in hers. There, right there, he couldn't help but pull the corners of his lips into a smile, just a small one, one that was barely noticable.
Her words was what made that smile fade away so quickly;

"I'm broken, on the inside and the outside. Wouldn't you prefer a whole person?"

He shook his head, sighing deeply at her words "No.. Doesn't matter if a person is whole or broken.. I don't care whether your broken, which you're not anyway, or if your whole.. I wouldn't care if you had a third eye!"[/color] He looked at her "It's what you are that makes me want you. I want you for being Isabelle, and no one else."[/color] He closed his hands around hers[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]