I had originally meant to make this a one shot but you guys seemed to really like it so here's another part! No lie, thank you everyone who read and commented and favorite and followed and HOLY COW I DO NOT DESERVE YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE!

Cameron fiddled helplessly with the collar of his shirt, trying to assuage the fabric as it defied gravity. This whole situation seemed too insane to be reality, but here he was. Linus had texted him earlier to say that Camille had postponed their… activity for the evening in order to help Kirsten get ready. This made him nervous for two reasons.

One, he was already anxious about tonight; what to say, how to act. He was going to have enough trouble as it was forming comprehensive sentences, and Kirsten looking like something straight out of a romance novel was not going to help. Two, it seemed so out of place. Did Camille even give Kirsten a say? He didn't want her to be something she wasn't. Whether or not this was an actual date, he wanted it to be with her.

Camille's body flung against the door, making him jump. Her smile reached across her entire face and she met his eyes with a devious wiggle of her eyebrow. Opening the door in a dragged out, dramatic fashion, she ushered him inside. He stared at her skeptically, catching a glimpse of the foil packet sticking out of her jean pocket, and blushed.

"Hi Camille." he tried to keep his voice from sounding too stiff.

She didn't say anything, lips still holding their sassy curve. Slowly, she circled him like a bird of prey, eyes running down the length of his body.

"You were definitely right about the shirt." she sang over her shoulder.

"Camille, stop harassing him and get to your booty call." Kirsten said as she entered the room.

Everything in his peripheral vision seemed to smear, leaving only the blonde in perfect focus. Cameron felt his jaw drop and his mouth open, slightly. He'd never seen Kirsten in a dress before, but the way the fabric hugged her chest and flared out gracefully at her hips made him think he could easily get used to it. Her hair was down, delicate gold spirals framing her face. God, her face.

"Kirsten," he was forgetting how to form words, "you look- "

"Easy, lover boy." Camille teased.

"Stunning." he mused without missing a beat.

Kirsten brought her gaze down to meet the floor quickly as she felt the color rise in her cheeks and could only hope that Cameron- and Camille, for that matter- couldn't see it.

"Yeah, I'm pretty good." the brunette said with a satisfied flip of her hair, "As much as I'd love to see my hard work pay off, I have things to do."

She saluted Kirsten before rising on her toes so she was almost eye level with Cameron. Turning away from her roommate, she leaned in close to his ear.

"Feel free to try any and all kinds of funny business." she whispered, slipping something into his jacket pocket.

He watched her sashay out the door as Kirsten came up beside him. Petrichor and lemon engulfed his senses. Had she always smelled so sweet, or was he just starting to notice it?

"She's really proud of herself." Kirsten observed.

"She should be." he said before sucking in a breath, "I mean… you'd look great anyway, with or without Camille's help. I just… there's no denying that… you're beautiful… right now."

He was going to smother himself when he got home, Cameron decided.

Excepting some witty retort, he was surprised when Kirsten grinned wide enough to show her porcelain teeth.

"So do you." she reached out to adjust his collar, "Whoever told you to wear this shirt has amazing taste. You should listen to them more."

"Actually," his face relaxed to match her grin, "she's a huge pain in the ass. You guys would hit it off really well."

"Tool." she muttered.

His brain felt like it was trembling inside his skull, thoughts jumbled and incomplete: the playful glint in her autumn eyes, the proximity of her face to his, the heat of her breath making his skin tingle.

"So, Cinderella," his throat was tight, "your carriage awaits."

Kirsten's face tensed ever so slightly, but it relaxed so fast Cameron had to question whether or not he was seeing things.

"Thank you, Fairy Godmother," she said turning back toward her bedroom, "just let me grab my bag."

Once she was out of his line of sight, Kirsten let her guise fade and her lips fold into a grimace. She didn't want to ruin tonight by carrying all of her usual baggage with her. Still, she dared to glance at the cassette player sitting on her bedside table. Cinderella was the third story on Ed's tape; following The Frog Prince and before Beauty and The Beast.

Shaking her head, Kirsten grabbed the silver purse she was boring from Camille and vowed that her past would stay entombed behind her closing door.

0o0o0o0o0

The pair arrived fifteen minutes before the movie was supposed to start. Just as Kirsten had predicted, the drive-in lot was much less crowded than some of the other outdoor theaters Camille had complained about. She liked that there wasn't a monstrous number of cars. The setting felt more secluded, more intimate.

Cameron said that he preferred to park in the back, near the tree line that encircled most of the space, creating a natural amphitheater. The blonde made no objections.

"What kind of candy do you want?" he asked as they shuffled out of the convertible.

Kirsten whipped her head around to stare at him with wide, owl eyes.

"They sell candy at movie theaters?" she gaped.

Cameron clapped his hands together and spun on his heel as laughter erupted from his chest. She continued to gawk at him, but the corners of her mouth crept upward.

"Yes, Stretch, the sell candy." he said, sounding slightly dumbfounded.

As he halted in place the content of his jacket pocket, which had been stirred by his childish outburst, fell to the ground. They both looked at the object with furrowed brows. Kirsten knelt to pick it up and froze as she brought the item into the light.

"Pretty confident in yourself, aye Stud?" she said holding the condom out in front of him.

Cameron stared at the blue plastic in horror, heat filling his face.

"I… I don't," he stammered.

Kirsten rolled her eyes and starting giggling but he could barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

"Breath, hot shot," she insisted, "I saw Camille slip something into your pocket. I figured it was sexual in nature."

He was going to hurl. Or pass out. One of the two. The perfect end to this nightmare.

"Cameron," she said placing her hand firmly on his forearm, "its fine."

Sliding the foil packet into her purse, she took his hand and began leading him down the dirt path toward the snack shed.

0o0o0o0o0

Kirsten hopped into the passenger seat and tossed a mystery jelly bean into her mouth.

"I don't know why you're so grumpy about me paying." she mulled over the cotton candy taste.

Cameron sunk into the seat beside her, a small bag of popcorn in his hand.

"I'm the guy," he muttered, "I'm supposed to pay."

The blonde tilted her head and looked at him with genuine confusion.

"That's ridiculous." she said popping another bean onto her pallet, "This was my idea, I should pay."

"It's the gentlemanly thing to do." he said and noticed her wince, "What?"

Shaking her head, she said, "One, that's a super weak argument. Two, I think this one is curry flavored."

"Let me see," he held out his hand and she placed a lime green bean in his palm.

He tossed it into his mouth and chewed exaggeratedly for a moment.

"It's good." he mused.

Kirsten held the box up to her face and searched the chart printed onto the side.

"Nice," she said turning to him with a sarcastic smirk, "you like grass."

"Damn right I do."

She started to laugh but gained control of herself quickly as the movie started.

0o0o0o0o0

They watched in comfortable silence for a long time, leaning closer and closer together every other scene. Already knowing the trilogy like the back of his hand, Cameron paid little attention to what was happening on the screen.

He couldn't risk turning his head to look at her, she'd kick his ass. Instead, he had to settle for her warped reflection produced by the windshield. His thoughts wandered briefly to a conversation they'd had the month before; seeing people vulnerable and real.

It was more than a little surprising just how different the blonde looked when she wasn't focusing on keeping her face stoic or analyzing emotions she didn't understand. She just was; wide eyes imbued with curiosity and whimsy, an easy smile that wasn't the forced copy of someone else's happiness.

Cameron was so transfixed he didn't register her voice as her lips formed a question.

"Sorry, what?" he said shaking himself out of his stupor.

Under more scrutiny, he could see the creases of unease on her face. It was the same look she wore anytime she caught someone- often Cameron - staring at her, as if she couldn't possibly fathom why anyone would want to look at her.

"If you aren't going to watch the movie," she said accusingly, "why did you agree to come?"

Her defensive tone struck him as funny. How often does Kirsten Clark get flustered?

"As I recall," he said coolly as he draped his arm over the back of the seat, "you left no room for an argument."

Kirsten silently thanked any god possibly in existence that it was dark and the flare of her cheeks was hidden in shadow. Then something occurred to her. No, she hadn't left any room for an argument. Because she liked Cameron. She wanted to go on a date with him, have long fruitless debates with him, get to know him. So she bought these tickets and told him- not asked, told him- that they were going out.

She hadn't had trouble forming grammatically correct sentences in that moment. She hadn't had this insufferable fluttery feeling in her chest. She'd felt fire.

"Well, Mr. Goodkin," she said dropping her voice, turning her shoulders so she was facing him directly, "I do apologize if I've inconvenienced you."

She shifted closer to him, like a jungle cat slinking through underbrush. His green eyes widened and she could see his jaw tighten as her face neared his.

"I promise," her breath warming his lips, "you're free to go at any time."

At this proximity, she could see the nerves behind his eyes exploding as his pupils dilated. Hers traveled down his face to his lips and she noticed with a smirk that they're trembling slightly. Based on a purely analytical view of emotions, he was displaying all the textbook signs for both fear and arousal, which left her feeling oddly satisfied.

Cameron was struggling to breath, talk, or think like a normal person. Kirsten's mouth was torturously close to his and for a blissful, ludicrous moment, he thought she was going to kiss him. Instead, she sunk back into her seat, a prideful taunt on her lips and her eyes returned to the screen.

For the next thirty minutes, Cameron could not make his muscles relax. Periodically- every six seconds or so- he would glance at the blonde and wait for something to happen. The atmosphere was similar to the wait before a bomb detonates.

Kirsten never turned her head, but she, too, had ceased paying attention to the movie. Her eyes remained on the images in front of her, but her focus was on her peripheral vision. Every time she saw him shift subtly to look at her, her smirk broadened. Keeping her movements slight, she glanced down into her lap as she held her purse open. Silently she searched for the small foil packet, just in case.

Hook, line, and sinker. Idk what that really means but thanks for reading!