Kirsten had taken a week off from Stitching to get her wisdom teeth removed. At first Maggie had only wanted to give her 3 days, but Camille had stepped in and said the anesthetic may interfere with Stitching after such a short time. Besides, Kirsten really didn't want to face the lab with swollen cheeks and bleeding holes in her mouth.
Camille had taken her to the appointment. Kirsten wasn't nervous, she just wanted to get it over with. This was more of an inconvience than anything. The procedure took about two hours.
Camille didn't mind taking her friend to the oral surgeon, even though it meant sitting alone in the waiting room alone. She considered calling Linus down, but she didn't want to sit awkwardly and avoid any conversation about their relationship. Besides, they were still on ice after the whole 'piloting the stitch' fiasco.
When they wheeled Kirsten out, Camille almost laughed out loud. She was completely out of it; worse than the time she had gotten so drunk she forgot where she lived and the police had called Camille to pick her up.
Kirsten's hair was sticking up everywhere, and she was staring at her hands, her brow furrowed slightly in concentration. The nurse handed Camille a list of instructions for Kirsten and they helped her out to the car.
"How're you feeling, Kirsten?" Camille asked when they were in the car.
"Weird." Was the only reply she got.
The rest of the drive was silent, but Camille swore she could hear Kirsten muttering something while she stared out the window.
"Camille?" Kirsten asked suddenly as they pulled into the driveway.
"Yeah?"
"You're really pretty." Kirsten said, slurring her words.
Camille smirked. "You're really out of it, aren't you?"
Kirsten's eyes widened. "Out of what?" She asked, fear evident in her voice.
Camille couldn't help but laugh. "Nothing, Kirst. Let's get inside."
Kirsten seemed perplexed by the thought of being out of something, and Camille had to pull her by the wrist to get inside.
Two hours later, it was time to rinse out Kirsten's mouth. She was still high on whatever meds they had put her on, and she refused to sit still.
"Kirsten! Do you want an infection?" Camille yelled.
"No!" Kirsten shouted back, but she was still across the room.
Camille sighed. They had been at this for 10 minutes. Time for reinforcements.
"Cameron? Yeah, I need your help. It's Kirsten. She's being...difficult." she said into the phone.
Cameron arrived 15 minutes later.
"Cameron!" Kirsten squealed upon the sight of him, then latched onto him in a gigantic hug.
"Hey, there, cupcake. It's nice to see you too?" Cameron shot Camille a questioning glance.
Camille just rolled her eyes. "Kirsten, will you please sit still on the toilet now?"
Reluctantly, Kirsten agreed and followed her down the hallway.
Cameron's POV
Kirsten was most definitely high on medications. He had never seen her that happy to see him.
"Ow! Kirsten, what the hell?" He heard Camille yell from the bathroom.
Camille appeared seconds later, holding her finger. "She bit me!"
Cameron laughed, which was the wrong thing to do because Camille looked like she was about to kill him.
"You think it's funny?" Camille snapped. "You can do it yourself!"
Cameron realized she wasn't kidding, and went into the bathroom. Kirsten was still sitting on the toilet, staring off into space.
"Cameron, do you hate me?" She asked, turning her gaze onto him.
He was taken aback by the question. Nothing was farther from the truth. "Of course not. What gave you that impression?" He asked, picking up the small syringe from the counter.
She shrugged. "A lot of people hate me because I don't understand emotions, and I offend them accidently." There was no regret in her voice, only cold truth. He couldn't imagine the bullying she went through.
He tilted her head back slightly so he could get an easier angle with the syringe. She studied his face closely.
"You have pretty eyes. They're so green." She said in wonder.
Cameron smiled slightly, and rinsed out her mouth quickly. "Thank you." He said.
After he finished, he guided her out to the living room where Camille was watching TV.
"You have got to be kidding me." Camille said upon their return. "How come she will let you do it but not me?"
Cameron shrugged. "Maybe she just likes me better."
Kirsten was silent for a while, then turned to Camille.
"I think I like Cameron." She said, oblivious to the fact that he was still in the room, sitting in the chair behind her.
Camille was struggling to hold in a laugh. "What do you mean? Like a friend? Or something more?"
Cameron found himself holding his breath. He had liked Kirsten for so long, now he was about to find out if she felt the same way.
Camille had pulled out her phone and was aiming the camera at Kirsten.
"Something more." Kirsten replied after thinking about the answer for several moments.
He let out his breath in a giant 'woosh'. So she did like him back! He struggled to keep from leaping off the couch and doing a dance.
"What do you like about him?" Camille asked, a grin on her face.
"He's smart and funny...You won't tell him any of this, right?" She asked, suddenly worried.
Camille was barely containing her laughter at this point, and Cameron was barely containing his joy.
"My lips are sealed. Keep going." She urged.
"He doesn't care that I'm not good with emotions...and he's always fussing about whether I'm okay or not. And the nicknames. I like it when he calls me princess." A blush was slowly rising in her cheeks.
'So she does like my fussing!' Cameron though triumphantly. His grin widened.
"He's also really cute. Cuter than Liam." She said, leaning forward dramatically.
"Wow, cuter than Liam?" Camille asked with fake excitement.
"Definitely."
Cameron resisted the urge to shout, but only barely. He was cuter than Liam, according to Kirsten. That was a major victory. The hottest guy on the planet and Cameron beat him in the eyes of the only one that mattered. Mr. Perfect Abs had nothing on him now.
"Wow, you must really like him." Camille said.
"I do..." she said, then clutched her jaw. "My mouth hurts."
Camille sighed and clicked off the video. "The meds must be wearing out. I'll get you some ice."
Cameron was still grinning like an idiot. The girl of his dreams just admitted to liking him back, even if it was in a drug induced state. And it was on video. He was definitely calling her princess more often.
Kirsten had taken to laying across the couch in the fetal position. Cameron's thigh was inches from the top of her head. He wondered what she would say if she knew he were here.
Gently, he laid his hand on the sidenof her head and smoothed out her hair. She sighed quietly.
"My mouth hurts." She mumbled.
"I know," he replied, still stroking her hair. "Try not to talk too much."
His whole body was buzzing with excitement. Kirsten liked him! However, there was a little part of him at worried that she was just saying that because of the drugs.
10 minutes later, Kirsten was fast asleep, her head resting on his thigh.