I am not in any way a Chamron shipper… so why did I write this? I don't care. I love it. Inspired by the song "Love will tear us apart" by Fall out boy.

They had tried to make it work.

It had been a nice idea, their love. They were mean't to be together. So everyone said. They were the picture-perfect couple, but a picture's worth a thousand words. At first, it had been fine. Then.. something changed. Someone changed. Day after day, night after night, the same thing. It would start out small, an insignifigant disagreement, then it would grow, spirl out of control until it ended it tears, slammed doors, and screams. It was almost as if they wanted to argue, wanted to disagree.

Was it love?

Was it love, or just a pretty idea? They never said it. That three-letter phrase. Actually, he said it, but she wouldn't. She couldn't. Why? When he asked her that, she turned into what he called "off mode" Her eyes turned old, her body tense and rigid, But then she smiled a little, and said it. Yet, latter that night, he let a tear slip down his face. Sure, her mouth said it, but her eyes disagreed.

I can't do this

Then, one night, she left. It was after a painful argument. She packed up and left. She told him she couldn't do this anymore. Her eyes tried to get him to understand, but he refused. He told her he didn't care, but the second after she left, he cried.

Words don't matter

Then, one night she came to his door crying. She looked at him, trying to find something to say, searching for the right words. She didn't have to. He pulled her into him, and for once, he noticed the unforgetful smell of honey and vanilla that lingered around her, the way her dark lashes framed her eyes, which were about ten different shades of blue mixed together, and the way that her body fit perfectly into his.

"…Chase…"

Was it love?

He leaned into kiss her, her lips soft and warm and tasting like strawberries. It was unlike any other kiss they had shared. A warm, liquid-like heat filled him, traveling through his body as they kissed. He ouldn't breathe, couldn't think. It was more then passion, it was… dare he say it?

Slowly, reluctantly, they pulled apart.

"…Cameron…"

They stayed together, content in one anothers arms.

Yes.

It was Love.

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