My arm around her waist. Her head on my shoulder. Her arms crossed to keep warm. We walked like this in silence until we got home. Inside the lobby, In front of the elevator, I offered to take her to her apartment. She nodded, and we got into the elevator. Neither of us spoke, and we weren't touching anymore. We stood at either side of the elevator, staring at the doors, begging them to open. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a lot of tension. I'd had my hand on her back for almost an hour, her dress was short ... I was lonely ... don't judge me. I have needs, okay?

"I'll never forget about this night, Logan," she murmured, still hugging herself. I wished I'd had a jacket to wrap around her and bring her the warmth I'd failed to bring her on my own.

"Yeah? Me neither." We left the elevator when we reached her floor and fell into step with each other as we walked down the hallway. When we approached her door, she stood in front of it and stared. No pulling out of the key, no saying goodbye. I assumed I needed to rush the process along. "Well ... here we are." That didn't seem to do much at first. She stayed standing there, but then looked at the ground. Then she pulled out her key, placing it in the hole and turning it. Just before opening her door, she turned to me with water in her eyes.

"Do you want to come inside?" is what she asked, but what I got from it was "Will you please come inside?" So I nodded, and we went into her apartment. I had to admit, it'd been a while. Things were still the same, still looked the same, still smelled the same. I actually hadn't been inside since we were officially dating. Being in there made the many memories come flooding back. Ahh, memories of when you were once happy. Those are always fun. I seriously felt like a person with Alzheimer's slowly gaining my memory back. Certain objects in the apartment gave me flashbacks of times we'd had that were affiliated with it. I ran my fingers across her kitchen counter; I remember lifting her up and placing her on the counter, kissing her neck while she giggled. The couch, where I told her I 'thought I loved her' and she told me she 'thought I was adorable'. Her bathroom; never forget the time we made the Tooth Brush song, the time we stayed up all night watching a Degrassi Junior High marathon. I walked to her room, guessing she'd be in there, and I was right. She was sitting square in the middle of her bed, still wearing her dress but now legitimately crying. When she turned to look at me, I could see her make up running. I went into her bathroom and put a washcloth under hot water, then walked back into her room and climbed onto the bed in front of her. I wiped her wet face while she sniffled and groaned. When she was done and all that was left was one last sniffle, she took the washcloth from me and blew her nose. She looked up at me and surprisingly, laughed. "I can't believe you're seeing me without make up on."

I laughed too, but mine was with disbelief. I scooted closer to her so we were face to face, her legs crisscrossed, me on my knees. Then, despite how irrational and stupid an idea it probably was, I kissed her on her forehead. It was a long kiss, longer than I'd even intended it to be. "You're absolutely beautiful," I whispered in her ear. Boy, I am a stud, aren't I? She shut her eyes and a small smile appeared on her face. She put her hand on my neck and fidgeted with my collar, our foreheads now pressed together. I understand that probably isn't the position two people who claim to be 'just friends' should be in for a number of reasons, but it was like everything was happening against my volition. I had no control, and thank God almighty that I didn't.

It didn't take long for our lips to connect. They were like magnets; they couldn't just be so close to each other without making contact. And hey, it wasn't like they weren't familiar with each other. So, let's call it a force of habit. Yeah, let's go with that. The kiss became more passionate the longer it lasted. Camille slowly lied back onto her bed and before I knew what was going on, I was on top of her. She dug her fingers onto my back and I ran my fingers through her hair. The weird thing was, we were totally not like that. Of course, we were both still ... children. And neither of us really had much experience besides each other. And sure, we'd made out a few times, and every once in a while it was on her bed, but never like this. Never with me on top of her, never with her hands on my back, never with my fingers in her hair, never with the both of us breathing heavily and moaning every chance had we got. We adjusted, and suddenly Camille was on top of me. I grinned, not complaining at all. But she didn't try to kiss me.

"I'm sorry my mom is such a demon." I furrowed my brow, wondering why of all times she was trying to apologize on behalf of her crazed mother now.

"It's fine," I said, kissing her again. She stopped though, and moved from on top of me to next to me.

"No, Logan, I'm serious." I sighed, but I didn't say anything because knew she was obviously unstable after such an emotional night. "What she said was totally ... I just don't want you to think I told her any of those things she said." I turned on my side so I was looking at her. I'd tried to push the thought away, but I couldn't help wonder how her mother even knew about me if Camille hadn't told her. She turned to look at me too, and I couldn't look her in the eye. "Logan ... I want you to know that you're one of the most talented people I know. Not because you're the best singer or dance or whatever. But because you can sing, dance, and save someone's life all in one day. You really are one of a kind. You're an inspiration, Logan. And... I kind of feel like you don't get that enough."

"Can't say I do..." I'll admit my voice cracked when I said this. I was a little dumbfounded actually. People have told me I'm smart before, told me I'm okay at performing. But that I'm inspirational? Got to say that's a first. She placed her hand on my neck, stroking my cheek with her thumb. Her lips spread into a smug smile. I smiled back at her, smiled at the girl who I'd never stopped loving, and the girl I'd love until my heart stopped beating.