She woke up with a throbbing pain in her jaw. Grimacing, she sat up and brought her hand to her jaw, massaging it.

"Glad to see you're awake." A familiar voice said.

She turned and found it was Cameron, his hair ruffled and his shirt wrinkled from sleep. He was smirking at her, his green eyes watching her every move.

"My mouth hurts."

"You had your wisdom teeth taken out. The pain meds probably stopped working by now." He stretched his neck out and yawned.

"Did you sleep sitting up like that all night?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Because you were using my lap as a pillow and I didn't want to bother you." There was a brief flash of emotion in his eyes that passed so quickly that Kirsten didn't have time to identify it.

"You could've woken me up, you know." She said.

"You were pretty out of it, Stretch. It was best to let you sleep."

Kirsten got up and wandered to the kitchen to search for pain pills and something to eat. Her jaw was tender, so she opted for a glass of orange juice through a straw and a lightly toasted piece of bread.

Camille was nowhere to be found, so she assumed that she was either in class or in her bed. Kirsten loathed to wake Camille up. She was like a bear in the mornings if woken before 9 am.

Cameron was no longer in the living room when she returned. A rush of water from the hallway told her he had gone to the bathroom, so Kirsten just sat down on the couch and flicked on the TV.

Camille entered the room before Cameron, her hair in tangles and her eyes only half open. She mumbled a greeting and made her way to the kitchen.

Kirsten was still tired from the previous day. She was just glad that the anaesthetic had worn off. The entire afternoon was clouded in a hazy fog in her memories, much like the first 8 years of her life. She was starting to get annoyed at her lack of memories.

"Camille, what happened yesterday?" She asked when Camille reentered.

The question earned her a knowing smile. "Are you sure you want the answer to that question this early in the morning?"

Kirsten glanced at the TV clock. It was nearly 10:30 in the morning. "Please just tell me what happened."

"Well, you bit me, so I think you owe me a round of drinks the next time we go out." Camille said, only half angry. "The rest I got on video, right up until you fell asleep on Cameron."

"I want to see it." She said as Cameron walked back into the room.

"Good morning," he said to Camille. "Do either of you mind if I go home?"

Neither of them diagreed, so he said goodbye and left. Kirsten noticed that he hadn't looked at her once since coming back from the bathroom. She looked at the clock on the TV again. 10:35. He had spent around 7 minutes in the bathroom.

"Show me the video." Kirsten said.

And Camille did. Kirsten watched it all, unspeaking. She kept her face a mask of stone, not letting Camille see her emotions. But underneath, she was a mess.

Kirsten had never felt so many emotions at once. Fear, from not knowing how Cameron felt. Pain, but that was underlying from the surgery and easily pushed aside. Most of all she felt embarassment. Kirsten had never been embarassed like this before. It made her stomach drop and twist, and she felt the overwhelming need to crawl in her bed and hide forever.

"I'm...sorry I bit you." She said after the video ended.

"Don't worry about that now. You like Cameron?"

Kirsten rolled her eyes, but her heart was pounding out of her chest. "We're friends, of course I like him."

Camille sighed. "You know that's not what I meant. Now spill."

She didn't know how she felt about Cameron. He made her feel things she had never felt before, things she never thought she'd feel. He was complicated.

"I don't know how I feel about him." She said simply.

"Well he definitely likes you," Camille said. "I thought he was going to explode with joy when you passed out with your head in his lap. He wouldn't let me move you."

Kirsten let her gaze fall to her lap. Cameron was a good friend. He was overprotective and annoying sometimes, but he was just looking out for her, right?

"You should rest. Think about it though." Camille said.

Cameron's POV

Kirsten was back in the lab, and everything was running smoothly. Cameron had never said anything about what she had said while on pain medication, and neither had Kirsten. Their relationship was on edge, and everyone noticed.

Every time Cameron looked at Kirsten he wanted to blurt out his feelings for her now that he knew she sort of felt the same. But he didn't; if there was a chance she would reject him he didn't want to ruin their friendship either.

However, he couldn't help but notice the long that Kirsten gave him sometimes. It was almost as if she was...analyzing him or something.

After a long day at the lab, he invited her and Camille over for dinner, but both had declined, which was unusual, but he decided to let it go rather than ask her. She probably had a date with someone or something.

Cameron ate his chicken breast alone, then went to bed.

He woke up to loud banging on his front door. Groaning, he slipped his glasses on and dragged himself out of bed. He already knew it was Kirsten; no one else knocked on his door like that in the middle of the night. He really wasn't in the mood to be accused of something he didn't do.

"Kirsten, listen, whatever it is you think I did this time I swear it wasn't-" he was cut off by her wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Uh, everything okay princess?"

"Thank you for helping Camille take care of me."

"Anytime, Stretch. But did you really need to wake me up this early to tell me?"

"I realized some things after Camille showed me the video of me on pain medicine."

He froze, and she pulled away slightly. 'Oh boy,' he thought. 'She's going to say that she doesn't like him that way, that it was just the medication.' He swallowed hard.

"I'm not good with emotions. I don't understand half of what I'm feeling right now." She gestured to her arms, which were still wrapped around his neck. "But I know I like you as more than a friend."

Cameron was too stunned to move. So she did like him? He broke out of his stupor and pulled her close again, squeezing her tightly.

"I like you too, 'more than a friend'." He told her, and he felt her entire body relax into him. "Would you like to go to dinner sometime?" He whispered softly in her ear.

Kirsten pulled back and looked at him, her eyes searching his face. "I'd like that."

"It's a date."