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I hate drinking.

Only for the sole reason that when you wake up the next morning, you instantly feel like shit.

Also, the phone ringing louder than normal doesn't help in the slightest either. Especially when it's early in the morning (or so you think).

So since my phone wouldn't stop ringing, I felt the logical thing would be to answer it, right?

I kinda wish I didn't when I did, if that makes sense.

I finally found the damn device hidden in my bed somewhere and brought it up to my ear, "Hello?" I sounded groggy, I could tell. Hopefully the person on the other line (whoever the hell that was) would hear it too and leave me alone until I could function properly again.

"Hi!"

Fucking Sam. Doesn't she know never to bother someone who's hungover?

"What do you want? And how are you so chipper this morning? If I remember correctly, you had a lot to drink last night."

"I did. Yes. But I know how to control it better than you can." I didn't say anything to that so she continued. "Anyway, I'm here to tell you that in about five minutes you're going to get a call from an unknown number."

"Sounds cryptic." I yawned, rubbing my eyes and sitting up. "Who's it going to be?"

She didn't say anything, but I could sense she had one of her mischievous, I'm-up-to-no-good smiles on her face. "Oh, you'll see. And trust me, you'll like who it is."

"I hope for your sake, I do." I laid back down and closed my eyes. "I'm going to sleep now, talk to you later or whatever."

"You can't sleep!" Sam yelled and I pulled the phone away from my ear.

"Please, yell louder. Jesus, Sam."

"Just don't go to sleep okay? I have to go, but I'll talk to you later." And with that, she hung up. Damn her.

I didn't really know what to think at this point, so I just shrugged and let my phone fall wherever, and tried to go back to sleep.

I had briefly considered throwing it across the room, but I really wasn't down for a damaged phone and then not being able to find it if it kept on ringing.

Too bad my moments of peace and quiet only lasted all of two minutes before it started to ring obnoxiously again. Groaning I found it, sliding the answer button across the screen and brought up to my ear. "What now, Sam?"

"Uh… last I checked my name wasn't Sam."

I sat up quickly and checked the phone. Sure enough it was an unknown number. Though I was too tired to realize who it was, I knew that voice sounded very familiar.

"Is this a bad time?" Okay, it was a girl. That I knew since it was high pitched and all. Though it could've just been Owen or Dallas playing a prank on me, but I doubted they would do that this early in the morning… whatever time it was.

"Uh no." I finally answered. "I just woke up, I'm sorry. I—I don't know who this is." I yawned, "Forgive my yawning."

The person on the other end (whoever they were) giggled, actually giggled and then answered me, "It's Maya."

Suddenly I was totally awake.

And I had dropped my phone upon the realization that Maya was actually calling me on my cell phone.

I really needed to thank Sam as soon as I saw her. Either hug her or kiss her. But most likely I'll just hug her. Kissing her would be awkward, that's like kissing an aunt or a sister or… dare I say it, Alex. I was not going to go down that road.

"Hello?" I heard my phone and quickly picked it up, getting over my shock.

"Hey, Maya… uh question, how did you get my number?"

"Your friend insisted I have it and that you wouldn't mind. You don't, do you?"

Hell no I don't. I wanted to shout, but I refrained.

"I'm cool with that." I said, "So uh… may I ask why you're up so early?"

She laughed, "It's not that early, Cam. It's like noon."

Well that explained why I felt I woke up at the crack of dawn. I slept through the damn morning.

"I see." I nodded my head, though she couldn't see me. "Well, are you busy today?"

"I'm… not actually. I was hoping for an excuse to leave the house because my sister and her boyfriend are over and my dad's… well I'd rather not talk about him. Anyway, do you think we could hang out?"

I smiled, "Send me your address?"

"I… could do that." She seemed somewhat hesitant, "But can't I just meet you somewhere?"

I didn't know what that meant exactly, so I just agreed to it. Whatever it was. "Yeah, sure, just meet me in front of school in ten minutes."

"Alright, see you then!" And then she hung up.

I stared at my phone wondering why on earth girls felt it was necessary to hang up without saying goodbye.

I was also wondering why my ass wasn't already out of bed and ready to go meet Maya, or why my brain wasn't functioning properly.

Alcohol really is a bitch sometimes.

As soon as I walked up to the front steps of Degrassi, I noticed Maya was already there, sitting on the steps, her wind blowing in the air, and a smile on her face.

Okay, well not really. The hair blowing in the wind part might've been an exaggeration... and possibly so was the smile, but I'm not admitting to anything quite yet.

"Hey."

That one word seemed to startle her, because she looked up from her phone, a… well, startled look on her face. See? I totally called that.

Way to go, Saunders. Point one for me.

"Cam." She stood up quickly and put a smile on her face. She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me hugging me close. She pulled away sooner than was necessary and looked at me. "Your nose looks a little better."

I gently touched it, "Yeah, I just changed the bandage this morning. Hopefully it stays and I don't have to do much else."

She nodded, "The swelling will go down soon."

I suddenly grew tired of talking about… noses. What a random conversation to have with someone you like. Am I right?

"So… let's go to know each other more…" Maya began as she and I started to walk to who knows where. "I'll go first. I don't usually take that many risks."

Okay, where the hell did that come from?

"I see." I said, "Lucky for you, I'm not one to do that either." Well, that was sort of true. When I was younger, I was very big on that whole risk taking, adrenaline rush, stupid teenage, dumbass mistakes. Thinking back on it, it was sort of like I was rebelling. Against what I wasn't sure, but whatever, I heard it was somewhat normal behavior.

"I don't know…" Maya began, tapping her chin with her finger. "You seem like the type that would take a lot of risks, or at least encourage other people to."

I shrugged, spreading my hands that I was keeping warm in the pockets of my jacket apart. "What you see now is what you get."

"How poetic." She bluntly responded. "Okay fine, how about you and I take a risk today?"

I wasn't sure where she was going with this.

"Like what?"

"Well… I overheard my sister's friends talking. They said on their first date, they went and got matching piercings."

They did what now?

"She was rebelling against her parents because they were divorcing and she wanted the attention on her, so they'd stop fighting, which if you think of it was actually kind of smart on her part, since if it was me in her position, I'd probably do the same thing." She took a deep breath, "Anyway, though my parental situation is a bit different, I probably wouldn't exactly be rebelling against my dad, but I don't know… I just think having a matching piercing on the first date with the guy you like is kinda… cool." She shyly looked away and I smiled.

"So this is a date?"

She looked up and rolled her eyes, "Call it want you want, but yeah. I'd say it is."

"Good, because I say it is too."

Her eyes lit up at that one.

"So… would you do it?"

"Get matching piercings?"

She nodded, "I mean I'm not trying to steal their idea or anything, but… they did it like two years ago, and they're still together. And I think it's just really sweet and romantic and—"

I laughed, "Alright Maya, you don't have to convince me, I'll do it."

She let out a deep breath, "Wow that easier than I thought it would be."

I didn't really care to know what that meant. As long as she was happy, I was happy. That's what I cared most about.

"So… where do you want to do it?"

"That could be taken in the wrong context you know."

"I didn't mean it to be that way."

She rolled her eyes, "Sure you didn't, stud."

I liked that nickname.

It wouldn't be soon to kiss her would it?

Yeah, it probably would be.

"You still didn't answer my question," I pointed out. "Where do you want to get the piercings done?"

"Right. How about…" She thought about it for all of five seconds before pointing out a place in front of her. "Right there?"

"Across the street?"

She nodded, "Yeah. I think that's where my sister's friends said they did it." Her cheeks turned pink suddenly, "Not it, but—"

"Don't worry. I know." I said and she smiled at me.

"Are we really going to do this?"

I smiled back. "Yes we are."

And then we walked across the street and entered the store. I had a huge feeling my life was going to change drastically after this.

"Ow, you didn't say it was going to hurt that much." I made a face, and moved my hair over my ear, so that it was somewhat covered, not that anyone would care one way or another.

Unless you were Sam or Alex and had to know every detail of everything.

Speaking of Sam, my phone went off and I looked to see she had sent me a message.

How's the date going? – Sam

I decided I would text (or probably call) her later and put my phone in my pocket.

Maya was giggling, "Pain's not for the weak." She responded, "You've got to be strong to handle pain." I felt that had a double meaning, but I didn't address it.

"Well at least yours looks nice." We had decided to do what her sister's friends had done and gotten helix peircings. Though it wasn't original, it was what Maya had wanted, plus we both agreed we'd look ridiculous with something else anyway. And this way we could hide it if we needed to (not that we really did).

"Do you regret getting yours?"

I shook my head, "Not at all. Do you?"

She smiled, "Nope."

That was reassuring.

Her phone started to ring then and she rolled her eyes. "Sorry, I have to answer it, it's my stepmother."

I leaned back in my chair and motioned with my hand that it was fine, "Go for it. I understand."

"Hello?" I couldn't hear what the person on the other end was saying, but by the look on Maya's face, I knew it wasn't exactly good. "I'm out with someone… on a date. Yes, I'm old enough to date now, news flash. Just because you haven't been around long doesn't mean you can tell me what to do. You're not—fine, whatever. I won't be home until… well, I don't really know. I'll let Katie know where I am. Like you care anyways." With that, she hung up. Her hands were shaking so I reached over and took one in mine. She seemed to find comfort in that and immediately calmed down, looking at me.

"You don't have to say anything." I whispered. "I understand family drama, trust me."

She nodded, and I started to rub her hand with my finger while she reached with her other one to take a sip of coffee.

"Let's play a game." She said a few minutes later, hopefully as sick of the silence as I was.

"What kind of game?"

She shrugged, "20 questions, only we ask each other things instead of us guessing what we're thinking. I think that's kind of lame."

I nodded, "Okay you go first."

"What's your favorite movie?"

I thought about it for a moment, "I honestly can't pick, but I'd say Pulp Fiction or Lion King… don't judge me for that one."

"It's my favorite movie of all time, The Lion King I mean. Okay, your turn."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Orange."

I made a face, "Really?"

She laughed, "No. It's purple or black actually. My sister's is green because she decided that when she was in kindergarten she wanted to be a badass and not say pink like all the other girls. I guess that color just stuck with her and she started to actually like it. Anyway, sorry for that side story." She smiled shyly. "What's your favorite place to be?"

That was easy. "Anywhere my mom is." I smiled, wistfully. "She's always fun to be around and the most amazing woman I've ever met."

Maya smiled, "Wow, you must really love her to say that. Most guys wouldn't admit to their mother being as amazing as you say she is."

I nodded, "Well, they obviously don't have my mom."

She tilted her head, "What's it like having a mom?" She whispered. "I barely remember mine."

I felt a pang in my heart when I realized she was missing out on a lot, probably like how I missed out on having my dad around, but I didn't really mind that. He was an asshole and we were better off without him.

"She takes care of me and she'll do anything for me to see me happy. And I do the same… we just… she's my best friend."

"Wow, I wish I had that."

I had an idea then and a smile came on my face. "Maybe someday you can." I didn't elaborate on that more, so she more or less dropped it.

"Sounds like you two are close."

I nodded, "We are."

"I'm close with my sister… sort of. She's kinda off doing her own thing these days, but she cares about me and looks out for me. My stepbrother does the same. I guess I'm lucky in that sense, to have them."

I nodded, agreeing. But I knew where she was coming from with the parent part of things.

She tilted her head to the side again, and I couldn't help but think about how damn adorable that was. "What's your favorite color?"

Nice subject change there, Matlin.

"Blue or black."

"We have that in common." She grinned and I laughed. We continued to play the game for a few more minutes before we realized it was getting darker.

"We should probably get going." I said, but she shook her head. "What? Why not?"

"You know… this whole risk-taking thing is kind of fun. I mean we got matching piercings and… well, I feel like I haven't been… risky enough yet." Her eyes flashed and I wondered where she was going with this.

"So what do you want to do?"

She stood up, and I looked up at her. She held her hand out, and I took it, standing up with her.

"Follow me, and you'll find out."

I really don't believe this girl wasn't a risk taker. Not for four seconds.

In fact, I was pretty sure she was bullshitting me about saying she wasn't, to be honest.

We ended up taking a bus downtown by some shopping center. There was this huge block with a park and an area to perform if they wanted to. She had pulled out her phone, letting go of my hand and ran up to someone with speakers and music blasting from them. She apparently knew the guy (how I hadn't quite figured out yet) because she hugged him and then plugged in her phone. A poppy dancing some came on, and she walked over to me.

"We're going to dance." She said, "You and me. Right here, in front of all of Toronto."

I really wasn't down. I mean… I can't dance to save my life. Seriously, if someone had given me the choice to either dance or die, I'd probably unwillingly choose death.

She took both my hands in hers, one raised up in between us and the other she put on her waist.

"I don't want to disappoint you, but I don't know how to dance."

She pulled away from me then and smiled, "Just follow what I do, it's easy."

She then did a few complicated dance steps and I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Really? I can't do that!"

"Enough with the, 'I can't', tonight you can do anything." She kept dancing and I awkwardly tried to follow along with her. Then she started to sing and I was blown away. She moved her body in such a way that all I could figure out to do was my signature dance move. Headbang and fist pump, that always worked well for me. "There you go! Keep going! You're doing great!" And then she grabbed my hands and I managed to spin her around, laughing when she almost fell, but luckily I had caught her in time, and brought her up again. The song ended at that moment and we were both looking at each other, breathing heavily. Her arms were wrapped around my neck and my hands were on her waist.

It really couldn't have been a more perfect moment.

So I just went for it. I… took a risk. I leaned my forehead against hers and leaned in, my face less than in an inch away from hers, I looked at her one last time to see if she didn't want it, but it didn't look like she was objecting.

I kissed her gently and slowly, and was about to pull away when she responded, pressing her lips against mine and kissing me deeper. Then we broke the kiss and leaned our forehead against each other's.

"Wow." We said at the same time and smiled.

"That couldn't have been more perfect." Maya whispered.

"I don't think that was grammatically correct." I teased and she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say, Grammar Police." And with that she kissed me again, making me forget what I wanted to say next.

I had a really great time tonight. Thanks for everything.

I smiled once seeing the message, letting me know Maya had gotten home safely as for some reason she refused to let me walk her home.

I entered my house then and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment before walking into the kitchen to see Alex and Ben were sitting at the island, eating ice cream.

"Where have you been all day?" Alex asked and I looked up at her.

"I uhm… I was out with…" Oh what the hell. "I was with Maya."

Alex's eyes lit up. "Maya? As in Maya Matlin?"

"How many Maya's do we know?"

"Okay, point Cam." Ben responded, and I walked to the fridge to get something to drink.

"How did it go?" Alex finally asked as I took out a bottle of water and turned towards her.

"It was… a day and night full of risks." I nodded, "Yeah… so basically it was the perfect Saturday."

Alex smiled, "Well, I'm glad you finally grew some balls and asked her out."

"It was sort of the other way around. I mean, she helped me out last night at the party because I ate shit and busted my nose as you can see, but today she just needed to get away, so I helped her out and then you know… it turned into more."

"So you and Maya had a good night. I'm happy for you." Alex smiled and I smiled back.

"Thanks." She nodded in response, "Well, I'm going to go upstairs and get to bed. I have homework to do that I've been putting off and I want to wake up early and do it."

"Okay, don't forget to call Sam and tell her about this. She's gonna want to know—" She was interrupted by my phone's loud ringtone. I answered it, waving goodbye to Alex and Ben and went upstairs to my room.

"What did you need?" I asked as soon as I was in my room.

"Tell me how it went! Did you and Maya kiss? Did you have fun? Anything? You never responded to my messages!"

"Desperate much?"

"Cam." Sam stressed and I stopped laughing.

"Alright fine… I'll tell you everything."

Even though Sam squealed in happiness at the somewhat appropriate times (especially when I told her about my first kiss), I was very happy.

And it was all thanks to my scheming, sneaky best friend.

After I hung up with her (after a grueling hour long conversation—I'm kidding), I texted Maya back.

Tonight was perfect. Thanks for making me do things I never thought in a million years I'd actually have the guts to do.

A moment later, I got a response, my pleasure, stud.

I laughed at that one, well, I'll talk to you tomorrow? Today's activities wiped me out.

Of course, goodnight Cam :)

I closed my eyes then so I didn't get a chance to respond, but when I woke up the next morning I saw I had a couple of messages.

Cam?

Aw you fell asleep, how cute! Sleep well, I'll talk to you when you wake up :)

Good morning, M. Just woke up and saw your messages, sorry for falling asleep on you. And for not saying goodnight.

She was probably asleep, so she didn't answer. But when she finally did, a big smile spread across my face.

No worries. I fell asleep soon after you did anyway, sleepyhead. I have to do a bunch of boring family stuff today, but will you be willing to text me all day? I don't think I could make it one day without talking to you.

You don't even have to ask :)

I'm pretty sure I forgot all about my homework that was due the next day.

Ah, well. Maya's way more fun to talk to anyway.

I am absolutely dreading tomorrow because of what's going to happen in the new episodes. Though I'm very curious, I'm still very anxious.

I'm going to be posting another story later on tonight. It's a bit depressing and it's based on all the promos and stuff for this new season. It's my Valentine's Day gift to you. Happy one, ain't it?

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY GUYS!