Disclaimer: I do not own the Clique. Though I wish I did...

A/N: This is for a reviewer who wanted a ClairexCam Oneshot. I hope I didn't disappoint! :)

Sometimes, it's all about what you think…

My name may be Claire Lyons, but I felt more like a mouse. I hated being "the new girl" from Orlando, or "the person living in Massie Block's guesthouse." I wanted to be my own person. I wanted to know what it was like to be the girl everyone wanted to be. I just wasn't sure how to get there.

Sometimes, it doesn't matter what you do…

We met at a party, the "Halloweenie" party that I supposedly co-hosted with Massie. I looked embarrassing; I wore a Powerpuff girl costume to a seventh grade party! We danced and won the dance contest, and I thought there was something going on. He promised to give me a mixed CD of the songs he downloaded… promise broken.

Sometimes, you just have to go with it…

People were finally starting to recognize me, except for the one boy I wanted more than anything. Every day was another change, one day I was enemies with Massie, the next, I was inducted into her ultra-exclusive friendship. Then I realized she wanted him. And I knew I had no hope.

Sometimes, everything surprises you…

I had a knack for playing with fire. I realized that. I knew there was nothing I could do to change that. I was sitting with my brother one day, listening to his annoying droning about the "cool" kids at his private boys' school and OCD's brother school, Briarwood. I was barely listening until I heard the name "Cam" repeated. I looked up in shock, and he started laughing at my blush.

Sometimes, it's just a simple misunderstanding…



Hidden under his textbooks and gum wrappers was a paper with Cam's number on it. My hands shaking, I picked up the landline and dialed. One ring, two, three… I began to give up hope until I heard his voice on the other end. My throat was dry, what was I supposed to do? "Hello?" I said, my voice squeaking.

"Oh, you called!" He sounded excited. Was he actually excited because I called? "Hold on, I'm coming over, I have something I have to give you."

Sometimes, time goes by too slowly…

I waited impatiently by the door until I spotted a BMX bike driving up the guesthouse driveway. Even with the blinds, I could tell he had something in his hands, making the bike hard to steer. Before he had walked up the steps leading into the house, I had opened the door and was bouncing on my toes. In his hand was a stereo and a mixed CD. Blushing slightly, he plugged in the device and held out his hand as Nelly's "Hot in Here" began. Our song. The song we won the dance contest to.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, smiling sheepishly.

Sometimes, it ends up coming out just right…

I danced with him for the rest of the CD, humming the tunes to songs I had never even heard before. My head was against his chest, and I thought the beating of his heart to be more beautiful than any tune he played, although I was too afraid to admit it. He looked at me, a soft smile tugging at his lips. As he leant down to kiss me, I realized that to him, I was somebody. Claire. And that made me feel like I was ready for anything the jungle could throw at me.