They have always been best friends, but when she dances, it's like she takes on a whole other persona. When he watches, he sees a side of her he can't resist.

…Gravity Happens

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Summer Plans…

Camille attempts to close her dormitory room door behind her as she tries to juggle three textbooks, two notebooks, a calculator, and a plain black backpack which dangles from her elbow. It feels as though any minute all of the things in her hands will fall to the floor in an avalanche of papers.

After some maneuvering, the door finally clicks shut. But it comes at a price as the calculator slides sideways and rolls over the barrier of her arm and towards the floor. Camille yelps as it clatters to the tile floor loudly and resounds down the hallway, causing multiple people to stare at her.

She swears under her breath as she bends to pick it up. Silently, she wills her face to fade from full out blushing to a natural healthy glow. Even as she tries to calm down, her face remains beet red and, frustratingly, she drops her backpack to the ground and gets down to one knee to grab the calculator. The books grow heavy in her arms as she stands up and her heart pounds in her throat in fear of dropping everything.

"Maybe you should put the calculator in your backpack?" A male voice teases behind her.

Camille glances over her shoulder at Moose and glares at him. It's a mystery as to where he came from, but she can't keep up her glare for long as she continues to stare into his eyes. There is an innocent warmth in them and every time he looks her in the eyes, she caves because being mad at him makes her feel like she's kicking a puppy.

Moose smiles goofily at her and shrugs before snatching up her backpack from the ground. He gently pulls the calculator out of her hand.

Camille watches him, unable to look away, as he unzips her backpack, puts the calculator inside, zips it back up, and puts it on his shoulders. He looks up at her from beneath his eyelashes and motions like a gentleman for her to lead the way.

Breathe Camille. It's just Moose, Camille berates herself as they head down the hallway.

"What's with all the stuff?" Moose asks before turning to her with wide eyes. "You're not turning nerdy on me, are you? Cause that won't help my rep at all."

Camille elbows him in the side, her arm knocking against his hip. She marvels at how tall he suddenly appears and then tries to force down the growing heat in her cheeks. She should be focusing on more important things like her to-do list for her studies, instead of the buzz she feels from being so close to Moose.

"Moose, the notebooks!" she says as she tries to tilt her books up in time to prevent her notebooks from falling off the top of the stack.

"You're such a klutz." Moose catches the notebooks midair and hangs onto them. "Maybe I should hold the textbooks too?"

Camille shakes her head even though her arms are starting to ache. It feels as though she'll never get used to the weight of so many textbooks. "Nah, I've got them, but if I drop them, I know you'll catch them."

"Or will I?" Moose lifts one corner of his lips and looks at her.

Camille glances at him out of the corner of her eye, refusing to take the bait. Suddenly, she tips the books in her arms forward and watches innocently as the book on top slides off.

"Cam!" Moose catches the book and stares at her. "Carefu—"

She presses her lips together to hold in the peal of laughter bubbling up her throat.

"I told you."

Moose rolls his eyes and let's the textbook fall back on the top of her stack of books. He watches with amusement as her arms sag slightly from the sudden weight and whistles innocently as she turns to give him an evil look.

Secretly, Camille loves their banter. She loves how close they are, how they can fool around because they're best friends, how they can rely on each other. With that thought, she looks at Moose out of the corner of her eye. After everything that has happened, she's not sure how true the last part is.

There is still a sting, like a couple of bees landed over where her heart is and pricked her, when she thinks about the beginning of their freshman year. Even though it's spring and the year is almost over, she's afraid things will go back to the way they were months ago.

All too soon for Camille's tastes, they arrive at the library. Some of her friends have already set up camp in a corner on the second floor, the 24/7 quiet floor. They have books set up like mini buildings, notebooks opened and pages filled like New York City walls lined with graffiti.

Moose grabs her shoulder and stops her before they reach the table. Camille can see her friends' heads lift out of the corner of her eye, but her surroundings fade as he starts talking. There is this serious glint in his eyes, a rarity when it comes to Moose.

"So I was thinking…" he starts hesitantly.

Camille looks up at him curiously as butterflies take flight in her stomach and flutter up into her chest. "Yeah?"

"Well…Luke is coming back for the summer to get started on the next World Jam and so I've decided I'm going to stay in NYC for the summer," he says in a rush.

Camille can feel her face falling. She knows there's a disappointed look in her eyes, but can't muster up the energy to hide it.

Some part of her had hoped that this summer she could figure out what that kiss at the train station had meant, if there is anything more Moose feels for her. Secretly, she is praying he does. They haven't talked about the kiss after it happened, though, so she has no idea how he views it. She assumes he was caught up in the moment and saw the opportunity.

But there will be no opportunities this summer if he isn't going to be around.

Moose's eyes roam her face and they widen in panic when he spots the disappointment in her eyes. "No, Cam, I didn't mean it like that. I was wondering if you wanted to stay too. I was wondering if you wanted to be in the World Jam again with us, with me."

Camille bites at him as relief floods her insides. Giddiness makes her heart pound hard as she struggles to keep her squeal from bursting past her teeth. She wants to drop her books and run happily through the library, but refrains herself because the feeling scares her. She knows she has feelings for Moose, but she doesn't understand why they're this strong or why they make her feel this way, like she's lightheaded and can never stop smiling when she's around him. She's not sure if it's normal for people to fall for their best friends.

"And Luke's okay with it?" she asks. A small part of her worries Luke won't be okay with it, that he'll tell Moose they already have too many people. If that happens she'll end up back home, without Moose, for the summer. It'll be the first summer they've spent apart since they first met and she can't face that thought because she knows it'll be the longest, worst summer ever.

Moose gives her an exasperated look and raises his eyebrows at her. "Come on Cam, have some faith in me! I asked him weeks ago and I was going to ask you, but with all the studying you've been doing I didn't want to distract you."

"I'm still studying you know," Camille tells him with a laugh. She shifts the weight of the books to ease the strain on her arms and regrets taking classes with such big textbooks. "And you should be too, but I don't think I've seen you hit the library once yet."

"You would know, right? You practically sleep here half the time," Moose says with a shrug. "I'm just too sneaky for you. Skills of a ninja." He pretends to karate chop the books in her arms, including the sound effects, and gets a dirty look for both students hunched over books and the librarian sitting at the help desk.

"Moose, keep it down before you get us both kicked out of here. You may avoid this place like the plague—ninja skills my butt—but I need the quiet to study," Camille warns him quietly as she smiles.

"I know, I know. Sorry," he apologizes even though he is grinning without an ounce of regret in his face. He raises one eyebrow as he stares at her, suddenly serious. "So, this summer…NYC with me?"

Camille gives him an are-you-serious? look and replies, "Moose, I don't care where I spend my summer as long as it's with my best friend."

Moose claps his hands together once and wraps his arms around Camille. He pulls her close, ignoring the pointy edges of the textbooks digging into his skin and murmurs in her ear, "This is going to be the best summer ever Chameleon. Ever!"

Camille's eyes flutter close as she allows her forehead to fall against his neck. Her nose presses into his bare collarbone and she can smell the soap he uses in the shower. The mix of lemons and leather and the warmth seeping from his skin sends goose bumps across her skin and she forces herself to pull away before she becomes permanently attached.

"But…there's going to be a lot of dancing." Moose smirks at her and shakes his hips then spins quickly, somehow twisting her backpack off his back in the process. He holds it out to her with a huge grin on his face.

Camille leads him over to her friends' table as she talks to him over her shoulder. "I'm prepared. It's you I'm worried about."

Moose scoffs and tosses her backpack onto an empty chair at the table. He waits for Camille to set down her text books before he grabs her hand and twirls her out then in. He sways with her for a moment, his chest pressed snugly against her back, before he spins her out again, follows her, and spins her quickly. She giggles as he dips her low, his hands strong and supportive against her lower back. He pulls her up and they smile at each other, her hands against his chest and his hands still around her waist.

"Well, as much as I would love to keep dancing with you, I need to study." Camille pulls away and moves over to the chair with her backpack on it. She sets it on the floor and sits down, ignoring the looks her friends are giving her.

Moose rests his chin on her shoulder and dangles her calculator in front of her face. "Missing something?"

"Moose! Give me that you little sneak."

Moose chuckles and let's her snatch it. His lips come close to her ear as he whispers, "Best summer ever. Later gater." He kisses her on the cheek and then he is gone.

Camille forces herself to not turn around and watch him walk away. Unwillingly, she pictures it in her mind. He slowly walks away at his own pace, not in a hurry to be anywhere. His hands are buried in his shorts pockets and for once he isn't wearing one of those beanies she hates so much. She loves his curls and doesn't like when he pulls off his hat and they're all matted down.

"So, best friends huh?" one of Camille's friends teases with a sly grin. "I would have totally believed you if I had not just seen that."

Camille stares at Kristen with confusion. "What are you talking about? That's our normal routine."

As Camille speaks she knows her words aren't true. She doesn't lie, mainly because she's not good at it, but now there's a bitter feeling in the back of her throat because she's lying to herself, something she's never done before. It's something she's never needed to do before. The verbal jesting is normal, but the dancing in the middle of the library and the close proximity to him is foreign territory to her.

"Really? Cause the blush on your face tells otherwise." Kristen giggles and sets her pen down, raising one eyebrow at Camille in challenge.

Camille looks around the table at each of her friends. Even though Moose and she have been friends since they were little, these girls have become a separate group of friends who she has gotten to know and who have come to know her. As much as Camille is willing to lie to herself about the growing chemistry between her and Moose, she can't lie to her friends. And judging by the growing grins on their faces, she knows they're about to dish out a big serving of truth to her.