"I… I order you-" Richard shouted, pointing his finger towards Camille, who had stopped running once she was a little in the water where Richard wouldn't go. He couldn't understand why Camille would do that to him. Why would she want to ruin his chance to have a little bit of England in his shack?

"You what?!" Camille shouted back, clearly pretending she couldn't hear him, which frustrated Richard even more. However, this frustration wasn't an angry frustration; it was a frustration Richard hadn't come across in his life before. He wouldn't admit it to himself, but he was secretly enjoying it.

"I said I order you, to come and put my television back as it was!" Richard shouted again, pointing his finger back to his shack, before looking forward to Camille.

"You order me?" She asked, glaring at him.

"Yes!"

"Er! Okay, I suppose you want to ogle that Fiona Bruce too!" She shouted, stepping further into the sea.

Richard frowned. "I told you, I do not ogle!" He replied, pointing a finger towards her once again.

"Yes, I've seen you ogling!" She teased.

"I don't ogle, I told you-" He said, before stepping forward into a run towards her.

"Yes you do. Ahhh!" Camille screamed, hopping more into the sea until Richard got too close to the shore and decided to stop and step back again. He grunted to himself and glared at her. She really was teasing him.

"Yes." She giggled stopping and turning back towards him.

"You don't even know who Fiona Br-"

"What?!" Camille interrupted.

Richard paused, before speaking again. "You don't even know-"

"What? I can't hear you! If you wanna- Ahhhhh!" Camille screamed as Richard began running towards her again.

This time, Camille began to run along the shore, screaming while Richard chased her, following the shore line without going into the water at all.

Richard was now determined to catch her, simply to prove that he could get her back if he tried.

"You can't run forever!" He shouted to her.

"You can't either!" She shouted back in her strong, sexy French accent.

Richard grunted a reply as he ran slightly closer to the shoreline, so he was directly next to her while she ran in the water.

Camille looked over at him, giggling to herself, "You-" She began but didn't get to finish her sentence as Richard's foot got caught underneath a small log that was hidden by the sand, and he tumbled over face first into the sand.

Richard groaned as what had just happened sunk in, and slowly rolled over, spitting some sand out of his mouth.

"Oh my god! Richard, are you okay?" A concerned Camille asked as she ran over to him.

"What kind of question is that?" He asked, wiping his eyes with his sleeves. He had made a fool of himself once again, in front of Camille.

Camille leaned down opposite him, holding her hand out. "Come on, get up."

Richard glanced up at her. He thought about taking her hand and letting her help him get up, but then decided that he still had a hunger to get her back for changing his television. He didn't want to give up without a proper fight.

He grabbed Camille's hand, tugging her down on top of him, whilst she screamed playfully, and then rolled over onto his knees so he was on top of her.

Camille giggled, struggling underneath him for a moment while he held her down. She then gave up and rested her hands on his shoulders. "You win."

Richard smiled victoriously, loosening his grip on her waist. "Yes, I have."

"But you're covered in sand." Camille replied, running one of her soft hands slowly up his neck, then across his cheek. She brushed the sand off his nose and smiled, staring up at him.

Richard gazed back into her big, beautiful brown eyes. His heart began to thump faster in his chest, causing him to feel ever so slightly faint. He couldn't understand his feelings for Camille. Why does he feel so much for her? Why does his heart speed up every time she's close? The thought confused him.

Perhaps he was a little in love with her.