A.N.
I know that I haven't been on in like two years but, I've been really caught up with school and dance and after school activities that I haven't had time to right. But I'm back! Happy face! So my latest obsession has been the Step Up franchise and with Step Up: All In coming out in a few weeks, I thought I would write about my favorite couple Moose and Camille! So this story is about how Moose discovered things about Camille and how they became closer over them. So here you go!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Step Up franchise.
Sleep is so overrated, Moose thought. He was staring at the ceiling, watching the fan circle clockwise. Around and around and around, when he felt the bed shift next to him. He turned his head to look at the small person lying next to him; her caramel colored hair was tucked under her neck, her bare shoulders were exposed. They were spotted with freckles and there was a scar on her right one. She is absolutely beautiful and I didn't know what I did to deserve her. She shivered lightly. "Cam?" She turned to look at him. "What?" She asked with a sleepy face. "Turn back around," she looked at him weird. "What?" "Turn around. I know your shoulder has been bothering, you so don't sleep on it." He smiled as she turned. "You know I remember when you got that scar." "Do you?" She asked quietly. "Yeah, it was when we found out your dad and you got put in foster care." She nodded yes. "I remember we were picking you up for school and I noticed the blood on your shirt," "Yeah, so what did you do?" Moose took himself back in to the memory...
-FLASHBACK-
"Camille let's go! School starts in 20 minutes!" Moose yelled at his tiny friend thought the window. "Shhhhh! You'll wake up my dad." She said sternly. "Sorry." He said quietly. Camille smiled at him. "Robert Alexander III school starts soon hurry up and get Camille!" Moose's mom yelled from the car. "Ok, mom!" He looked at his mom and then back to Camille; who was walking down her front steps. Why isn't her dad here to say goodbye or wish her good luck on the first day of 3rd grade? "Come on Moose, let's go! I heard this teacher is a total monster! I heard that she gave a kid..." Her voice was cut off by Moose asking curiously and worriedly, "Cam, is that blood?" Camille had walked in front of Moose completely forgetting about the bloodstain on the back of her right shoulder. "Um... No! It's... Yeah." She said quietly. "Camille sweetheart," his mother said sweetly, "Who did this to you?" That's when Cam broke down. "H-he didn't me-mean to Mrs. Al-Alexander! I p-p-promise." Moose's mother smiled sadly at the little Camille. "What did he hit you with sweetheart?"
Camille looked up at her, "A lamp." Moose watched as his mothers' face turn from rage to sorrow to pain. "Moose," She said "take Camille to the car and get the first aid kit. Clean out her cut with the wipes and the put a few band-aids over it. I'm going to make a few calls."
-FLASHFOWARD -
"…My mom made a few calls and then you went to the hospital to get you cut checked out. You got 6 stitches, and that's when I promised myself that nothing bad would ever happen to again. I mean as long as I had a say." Camille smiled at her loving boyfriend. "I remember when I found out you had freckles all over your shoulders." Moose said mater-o-factly. "When was that?" She asked. "When we were staying in the carnival with the pirates before the World Jam." "Oh, now I remember," "Do you?" Moose asked. "Yeah I do..."
-FLASHBACK-
Moose had gotten up from the chair he was sleeping to go to the bathroom. At least he's got a chair, Camille thought. "Cam?" she heard softly. She looked up to see Moose standing above her. "Cam, why are you sleeping on the floor?" She shrugged. "All of the couches and chairs were taken." As she said it she realized that she could have just walked back to her dorm and slept there, on a real bed. "Come on, get up." She looked up at Moose. "What?" She was so confused. "You will sleep in my chair." He stated. "No, Moose. You got the chair first and it's fine really." She said trying to convince him enough to get him to go back to sleep. He really needs to rest; we have practice first thing in the morning tomorrow! She felt weightless. It only took her a second to realize that she was being carried to the chair. "Moose; put me down." He just shook his head at her. He plopped her down in the chair and started to walk away. "Wait," She called, "Where in the world are you going?" He looked at her. "To sleep where you were sleeping, duh." When he said that to her, she understood. He was going to give up a semi-comfortable chair for the cold hard group. Just so she could get a goodnights sleep. "No." She said. She had no clue where the determination in her voice had come from. "Robert Alexander III, you cannot sleep on that floor you will stay in this chair. Its you chair, you got it fair and square." She was yelling while whispering. He thought only his mom could do that. He looked at her. "Fine, I'll stay there but you are not getting up, you will not sleep on the floor." "Then where am I going to sleep? Inside of an arcade game?" He shook his head. "You will sleep in the chair." "But, Moose you're sleeping in the…Oh." He smiled at her. "Scooch over Cam." Camille lifted herself up off the chair to let Moose sit down. She was going to throw the light blanket over them when Moose grabbed her waist and pulled her down towards him. "You will not sleep all pushed up of the chair, this has to be more comfortable than that." She shrugged. Her eyelids were getting heaver by the minute and she was about to disagree with him on the fact that he was more comfortable then the floor. Just as she was about to doze off, she felt her hair being pushed to one side of her neck. "Wow, Cam, your shoulders are cover in freckles." She nodded and leaned her head back farther on Moose's chest. "You're really tired aren't you Cam?" She didn't answer him hoping her would get the hint. He must have because he stopped talking. Before she dozed off she felt his arms wrap around her waist as Moose sighed. This is better than the floor Moose, thank you, she thought.
-FLASHFOWARD-
"… And that when I learned that the muscles in your arms flex when you get nervous." He looked at her with shocked expression. "They do not!" She just smiled back at him. "Well," he said, "I know that when you're nervous you rub the back of your neck and bite you bottom lip. And you like it when I rub your feet after a long practice, and your palms sweat during a scary movie and they did that when we went to see my mom and tell her we had finally gotten together." She smiled at the fact that he picked up on the little things. But now they were uneven. She had to one up him. "Well, when get you nervous you pace around, and during scary movies you grab on to me for dear life. You also hate when I don't ask you to rub my feet and you would kill yourself if anyone know this but when your upset about something you like to sit in bed and watch sad movies." He looked at her with a very serious expression. "If you ever tell anyone that last one, Camille I just might have to lock you in a room with no windows and no doors for the rest of your life." She laughed at his silliness. He laughed, too. He kissed the back of her neck and said, "Get some sleep Cam, it's late." She yawned, "No duh silly and thank you for rubbing that knot out of my shoulder." He didn't even notice that while they were having the little trip down memory lane, he had been rubbing her sore shoulder. 'And thank you for always being there to keep me safe." She added as she dozed off. He just nodded his head as he wrapped his arms around her thin frame and intertwined their hands.
Yay! I can't wait for Step Up: All In! If you like my story comment and if you don't, then I don't need to waist my time on you bull. Oh and just to let you know I am 14 years old, so don't get upset and be like this would never happen cause you don't know if it would either.
JUJU OUT PEACE!