AN: Here's my new Matlingsworth story. I hope you all enjoy it. I'm thinking about making this story a roughly 20 something chapters. This is going to be the story where it takes Matlingsworth forever to get together. There will be plenty Camaya mentions and in here, Tristan is with Chewy. I hope that's okay with you all; even if it's not, I hope you all look past that and enjoy the story.

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Chapter One:

(Maya)

"Alright, Campbell," I tell my 5-year-old son as I wipe the peaches he has smeared on his face, "let's get you in the tub and off to bed."

"But, I don't wanna take a bath!" He pouts and struggles to fold his arms across his chest.

I giggle at his attempt and scoop him in my arms. I plant a sloppy kiss on his cheek and walk into the bathroom. I sit him down and start to run his bath water. I pour bubbles in there and turn the water off when it's high enough. I look over at Campbell to see he's still pouting. I smile at him as I removes his clothes and place him in the tub. I wash him up and wash his soft, blonde hair. I stare into his round, brown eyes and sigh sadly.

Campbell reminds me of Cam so much. It hurts to look at him sometimes, because after all of these years, I still think of Cam. Without looking at the picture I have at him, I have a clear memory of him. I remember his smile, the way his eyes are shaped, and how perfectly neat his hair was.

My heart cracks slowly as I think about the tragic incident that occurred at Degrassi a little over 5 years ago. Campbell Saunders, the love of my life, was taking from me. He committed suicide, leaving hundreds of people worrying why had such an incredible person taken his own life. Not only did he leave behind a heartbroken and confused me, he left behind a child he never gotten the chance to see. A child he never gotten the chance to know, to hold, to love, and to be proud of.

I didn't notice I was crying until Campbell wiped away my tears with his wet hands.

"Don't cry mommy," he says as his small lips give me an adorable smile.

"Okay," I whisper as I grab his hand and kiss it. "Lets get you out the tub and off to bed."

"Okay, mommy. Mommy?"

"Yes, Campbell?"

"Can you sleep in my room tonight, please? I don't wants the monsters to come and get me."

I nod my head as I grab Campbell's Spiderman towel and wrap it around his body. I scoop him out of the tub and place him on the floor. I drain the water out of the tub and turn to dry off Campbell. I help him get into his Spiderman pajamas and we head into his room. We climb on to his bed and slip underneath the blankets. I wrap my arms around him, snuggling against his hair.

"Mommy?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"Can you tell me about daddy, again?"

Campbell is very smart for his age. It didn't take him long to figure out that he's supposed to have a father, also. This he found out at the age of three. I took him to a park to play and he saw a lot of kids with both of their parents. When he asked me where his dad is, I nearly had a meltdown in front of everyone.

"Daddy was a hockey star! He was the best darn hockey player at Degrassi," I begin to tell him.

"I wants to play hockey like daddy, mom! I wants to be just like him."

"You will, baby. I'll make sure of that," I say softly as a tear slip down my cheek.

"Daddy is playing hockey with the angels, mommy," Campbell tells me sleepily as he wipes away my tear away.

I nod my head and take Campbell's hand, bringing it to my lips and kissing it softly. He nestles closer to me and I watch as his eyes grow heavy. He stops fighting his sleep and his body relaxes against me. I brush a few strands of his wild hair out of his face and press my lips to his forehead. I smile lazily as I hear little snores erupting from his mouth. I feel my eyelids growing heavy and I soon close them.

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The day was perfectly vivid. I remember hearing that Campbell Saunders is dead. I felt as if a ton of bricks had collapsed on my chest and it was making it hard for me to breathe. My mind wouldn't let me believe he was really gone. All I could think about is us making love the night before it happened. I thought about us losing our virginities to each other and saying how much we were in love.

It was hard to process the fact he was gone forever. I spent weeks drowning in my pathetic tears, wondering where did I go wrong. I wondered why I couldn't help him.

A couple of weeks went by and I was feeling sick. I was sure it was from all the crying, but I was told otherwise. Tori and Tris told me about how likely it is for me to be pregnant.

I got a pregnancy test, took it, and locked myself in the bathroom for hours. I was pregnant with Cam's baby.

It didn't take long before Katie, and then my parents, to find out. They told I couldn't keep th baby. They cried about me being too young to know what I want.

I know what I wanted. I wanted this baby for me...and for Cam.

I wake up feeling the hot sun burn my skin. I sit up and stretch. Carefully, I slip out of bed and into the bathroom. Once I'm finished, I go into the kitchen and cook Campbell and I breakfast.

I look into the refrigerator and grab sausages and eggs. I close the refrigerator and start making breakfast. Halfway through breakfast I realize Cam will want chocolate chip waffles, too. I grab a couple and pop them in the toaster. I go back to the refrigerator and grab some milk. I pour both of us a glass and begin to set the table.

Just when I'm finish, I turn around to see Campbell standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He's rubbing his eyes sleepily and giving me a small smile.

"I got chocolate chip waffles," I tell him.

"Yay!" he cheers as his face lights up.

"Come on, let's eat."

Campbell eagerly hops to the table and struggles to get in his chair. I try to help him, but he tells me he can do it. I step away from him, holding my hands up in surrender as I watch him continue to struggle. After five attempts, he finally gets himself on the chair. I take my seat next to him and we dig in. We eat our food in silence, enjoying the deliciousness of it.

After eating, Campbell asks if I can take him to the park. I look outside to check the weather, although I know it's hot. It's the beginning of summer. We've had our days where the weather was so hot that we couldn't tolerate going outside. Hopefully, today it'll be a little decent.

I tell Campbell we can go out to the park and he cheers excitedly. I send a text to my best friend, Tristan, and ask him to meet us at the park. Of course, he agrees and tells me he has some wonderful news to tell me. Tris is full of news; it's like he's a host of some gossip show! Every time we meet up, he has some news to tell me, whether it's about him, me, or anyone else from Toronto.

Campbell takes a bath and I dress him in a pair of shorts with one of his many Spiderman shirts. I get dressed next and slip into a pair of black shorts with a pink crop top. I grab my flip-flops and place them on. I also grab my purse and head into Campbell's room.

I help him get his shoes and we tie his shoes, together. I take his hand and we walk to the door. I open it and we step into the hot air. Campbell lets go of my hand and skips to my car—which was a graduation gift from my parents.

I grab my keys from my pocket and unlock the door. I sit Campbell in his booster seat and strap him in securely. I close the door and walk to the driver's side. I open the door and climb in, closing the door behind me. I strap on my seatbelt and stick the key in the ignition. Once I take off, Campbell is cheering.

There's something about the park that makes Campbell excited. His eyes and face lights up and he gets hyper. He's a handful. He likes to disappear into the swarm of kids, playing around and screaming. I have to chase him around and try to keep him by my side.

When we get to the park today, it's not—thankfully—that crowded. There are a handful of kids here, but it's not as bad. I park and turn off the car. I get out and help Campbell out of the car. I grab his hand and we walk inside of the park where I see Tris's beach-blonde hair shining in the sun.

"Tris," I call out once we get closer to him.

"Hey My!" he grins as he stands up and wraps his arms around me. "Hi, Cammy."

"Hi uncle Tris. When are you coming back over?"

"I'll come by sometime this week, buddy. Go play while your mom and I talk, okay?"

"Okay uncle," he says excitedly. He hugs us both before darting off.

"Be careful!" I call out, hoping he can hear me.

Tris and I sit on the bench across from the playing area. We watch as Campbell slides down the slide, grinning and clapping because he's not scared of it anymore. He goes again and looks over in our direction. I give him the thumbs up and blow him a kiss. He waves at me and goes to run around.

"He looks just like you…and Cam," Tris says.

"Yeah," I reply with a sad sigh, "he does. So, what's the wonderful news?"

"Okay, remember how I took that trip to Paris?"

"Yes," I nod.

"Okay, remember when I told you I met the most amazing guy there?" he gushes.

Again, I nod and say, "Yes."

"He's here! He wants me to meet him at Little Miss Steaks. He's bringing his best friend, too, and I was wondering…"

"Tris, I have Campbell with me and I—I'm not ready to date."

"My, Campbell can come too. I'm sure he'll be hungry and besides, you don't have to date him. Just get to know him and then, you can date him."

"Dating is out of the question, Tris. I don't want to date anyone at the moment."

"Maya, dear, I won't pressure you into this. I just want you to know that you can't keep living in guilt and fear."

"I know, but I can't help but wonder where I went wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong, Maya Mat. Cam was just sick and no one could help him, not even you. It wasn't anyone's fault."

I nod my head slowly. I know it's been a while since he left, but I just miss him. I decide to change the subject and I ask Tris about his lover that he's been gushing over. His name is Winston and Tris says he treats him like a queen. I can tell Tristan really likes him, because his eyes light up like Campbell's when we're going to the park or to get some sweets.

After an hour of talking with Tris and watching Campbell play around, Campbell complains that he's hungry. We get up and take my car to Little Miss Steaks. We're seated at a booth and we wait for Winston and his friend to come. We look through the menu, deciding on what to get.

Just when I decide when I want, we hear someone clearing their throat. I look up to see two guys standing over us. My jaw slightly drops as I stare at the handsome guy in front of me. I stare into his green eyes and feel myself blushing.

Holy shit! I hope this isn't the guy Tristan is gushing over!

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(Miles)

I look around my room. This is the last time I'm going to see this place. Today, Winston and I are going to Toronto. He's going to be with his lover that he met in Paris. I'm going, because he's my best friend and I want a fresh start—with different girls.

I look next to me and see Sandra, the girl of the night, lying next to me. Her fiery, red hair is messy and covering her olive-skin face. I smirk, feeling satisfied with the way everything went last night.

I met Sandra at a bar last night. I was drinking a few shots of tequila when I saw her. She was drinking a strawberry margarita when she spotted me. We flirted with each other with just using our eyes. Then, I decided to make a move and talk to her.

We hit it off instantly and I knew from that very moment, she wanted me. I persuaded Sandra into coming home with me and I took her into my room. She attacked my lips and we had sex throughout the night.

I smirk to myself as I think about last night, again. Sandra stirs in her sleep and I nudge her to wake her up. Her sparkling, green eyes stare into mine. I pat her head and tell her, "It's time for you to go."

"I thought you'd like to stay in bed and go for another round," she coos.

"Nope, I'm moving today and I need to finish getting ready."

"Oh," she says as her face falls. "Will I ever see you, again?"

"Probably not," I tell her bluntly.

Sandra scoffs and slides out of bed, exposing her naked body. I grin as I stare at her perfectly shaped body. I bite my lip to prevent myself from moaning. If it wasn't leaving, I'd go another round with Sandra again and again and again!

Oh, what the hell!

"Want to go again?" I ask.

"No! I'm going home Miles," she tells me as she rushes to put her clothes on.

"Aw, why? I thought you wanted me."

"You're leaving and didn't think to mention that last night before you started to tell me all those nice things you were going to do for me and how we can get together."

"I told you that so I can get in your pants!" I state nonchalantly.

"Screw you, Miles!" she snaps as she walks to the door.

"You already did," I call out as the door slams.

I chuckle and roll out of bed. I grab my boxers from the floor and slip them back on. I grab my T-Shirt and place that on, too. I open my bedroom door and go out into the kitchen where I see Winston sitting down, drinking from his I Love Paris mug. I go over to the coffee maker and grab a mug from the cabinet. I pour me a cup and sit across from him.

Without looking at me he utters, "Your girl for the night seemed upset."

"Yeah, well, who cares," I shrug.

"Let's hurry so we can get to Toronto. I told Tris I'll see him tomorrow once we're settled in."

"Alright, well, let's get the U-Haul and get ready to go."

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Winston and I arrived at Toronto in the evening. We're still unpacking and loading things into our room and around the house. When we partially finished, it was around three in morning. We were both too tired to make it to our rooms so we crashed in the living room.

I wake up when I smell bacon and eggs filling my nose. I slowly sit and pick my body up from the floor. I go to the bathroom to pee, brush my teeth and wash my face. Afterwards, I go into the kitchen and see Winston fixing both of us a plate of food.

"Morning," he tells me without turning around to look at me.

"Morning; what time are we going?"

"We're going around 4. Tris is bringing his best friend and her son with them."

"You had me at her," I say, ignoring the fact that she has a kid.

"Miles, you promised you wouldn't do this."

"Do what? I'm allowed to look at women and talk to them. It's not my fault that they throw their selves at me."

"It's just your fault that you get them in bed and crush them the next day," he retorts.

"It never bothered you before. Why does it bother you now?"

"Because, that girl who was in tears yesterday morning made me realize how much of a jack ass you are. She told me that she hopes you rot in hell."

"They all say that, Chewy," I shrug. "I'm used to it."

"Whatever, I'm going to get ready."

I sigh as I watch Winston wash his plate and walk out of the kitchen. I finish off my breakfast and wash my plate. I go into my room and into my bathroom that's connected to my room. I strip out of my clothes and turn on the shower. I step into the scalding hot water and adjust it until it's bearable. I wash my body and hair before getting out and wrapping a towel around my waist. I go into my room and look through my closet, wondering what I'm going to wear. I decide on a pair of khaki shorts and a navy blue polo. I get dress and go into the living room. I sit on the sofa and grab the remote, turning on the TV. I flick through the channels and settle on Sports Center.

"We are not watching this," Winston tells me as he snatches the remote out of my hand and flops on the sofa next to me.

"Well, what do you want to watch?"

"I don't know; let's watch a movie."

I groan when Winston settles for Pitch Perfect. We've seen this movie about a hundred of times. I first watched it because Brittany Snow is in there and goodness, that girl is gorgeous! I was kind of interested in the acapella the groups did. I should have never told that to Winston, because he thinks I love the movie. Every time it comes on he'll say—

"Hey, our favorite movie is on."

"Chewy, this is not my favorite movie. How about we watch Transformer or something with some action?"

"Ugh, I cannot wait until I see Tris. He'll watch this with me."

"Yeah, whatever, I just can't wait until he gets you away from me," I joke.

"You'll miss me when I'm gone."

I roll my eyes and whack Winston upside the head. He groans and complains, laughing at me. We watch Pitch Perfect until it's time to go. I get the keys and walk out of the house with Winston following me. We walk to my truck and climb in.

While driving, Winston gives me the directions to Little Miss Steaks. When we arrive, I can see Chewy in the passenger seating squirming around. Chuckling, we get out of the car and walk inside. He spots Tris as soon as we get in. His blonde hair sticks out, but it's not him that I'm really paying attention to. I see a sitting across from him—I'm guessing that's the best friend. I can't see her face clearly, I'd really like to.

Winston and I walk over towards the booth and he clears his throat. Three sets of eyes looks at us. Tristan squeals and stands up, pulling Winston into a hug and then, they share a quick kiss. I turn my gaze to the blonde with the blue eyes. She's staring at me and when my eyes meet hers, her cheek turns a tint of red.

"Hi, Miles," Tristan tells me. "It's good to see you, again."

"Yeah, you too, Tristan; Chewy here couldn't stop talking about you."

Winston blushes and nudges me playfully.

"Um, this is Maya—my best friend—and her son, Campbell. Guys, this is Winston and this is his best friend, Miles."

"Hi," Maya says as she wraps her arm around her son. I look at him and he waves shyly before hiding his head into her breasts.

Oh how I wish that was me.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Maya; Tris told me so much about you."

"Same here, Winston; he gushes over you all the time."

"Come on, let's sit and order," Tristan says as they slide in the booth.

I sit next to Maya, leaving Tristan and Chewy in a seat to their selves. I look over the menu, waiting for a waitress—hopefully—to come. We get a waitress and I do flirt with her. I tell her about how I'm new to town and I need someone to show me around.

"You're such a disrespectful pig!" she scoffs as she flips her long, blonde hair over her shoulder. "You're with your girl and child and you want to hit on me!"

"N—No," Maya speaks up. "We're not together."

"Oh," the waitress blushes. "I—I'm sorry; you don't know how many times that have happened to me."

"It's fine," I tell her. "So, about showing me around?"

"I'd love to." She scribbles down her number and hands it to me. "Give me a call."

I nod my head and smile, tucking her number in my pocket. Winston is shaking his head at me. I shrug my shoulders and take a sip of my Cola. We all chat, getting to know each other. I look over at Maya to see her tickling Campbell and kissing his cheeks. I smile and look across to see Tristan and Chewy kissing.

I sigh, waiting on the food to arrive. I clear my throat and tap Maya's shoulder. Since Chewy and Tris are going to start being together a lot, I know Maya will probably tag along sometime. I guess we should just get to know each other a little better.

"So, you and I should get to know each other. Let me take you out sometime."

"Sorry; not interested."

I nod my head and sigh. I look around the restaurant, feeling myself getting bored. The same blonde waitress comes back and hands us our food. We dig in, talking and getting to know each other.

"So, where's Campbell's father?" I ask.

Maya freezes and her mouth open slightly. I look across to see Tristan with the same look just about. He clears his throat and takes a sip of his water.

"Daddy's with the angels," Campbell answers as if it's no big deal.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I whisper.

"It's fine," Maya says as she waves her hand. "Um, I should go. Campbell is pretty antsy which means he needs a nap. I'll see you later Tris; it was nice meeting you Winston…and Miles."

I slide out of the booth so Maya and Campbell can get through. She pays for their food and walk off, hanging her head down. I sit back down to see Chewy and Tristan looking at me as if I murdered someone.

"What?" I question.

"Um, don't tell Maya I told you this—because she'll probably kill me—but, Campbell's father died; he committed suicide a little over 5 years ago. Maya and I were just freshmen in high school and she started dating a hockey player, Campbell Saunders. His suicide was unexpected and none of us knew why he did it. None of us knew that he was sick and needed help. Two weeks later, Maya found out she was pregnant. She didn't know whether to be happy or upset."

I take in the information Tristan is telling me. It makes me feel a little bad that I even brought up that subject. I mentally slap myself and sigh heavily.

After we finished eating, the pretty blonde waitress comes over to take our plates away and she gets the bill. She tells me she gets off work in a few minutes and to wait behind for her. I nod my head a little and dismiss myself from Tristan and Chewy. When the waitress comes back to me, I realize I don't even know her name!

"What's your name?" I ask her.

"I'm Becca."

"Great; I'm Miles. Want to head to my place and maybe—"

"I thought you wanted me to show you around," she grins, twisting her locks in her fingers and batting her eyes.

"Fuck that; how about letting me show you around—in my bedroom."

Becca grins and nods her head. I take her hand and lead her out of Little Miss Steaks. We go to my truck and climb in. My lips tug into a smirk as I think about what's going to happen as soon as I get inside the house.

My guilt for Maya is soon forgotten about and I think about Becca.