I never expected to write anything more than a one shot for this couple, but after reading your incredibly sweet reviews I've changed my mind. Let me just say that I love that you all wanted a more innocent approach to their romance, I actually felt a little bad that I made it so 'ahem' well you know. I'm just used to writing very adult, dark, romance, drama type fics.

Saying all that I've thought about it and I would love to start over with how it all began between Adam and Alyson, making it very sweet, innocent and entirely romantic.

As far as I know I can't write them with the names Adam and Alyson, so I'll just write them as Moose and Camille, but you know I'm writing as them, as if they are these real people acting in these movies.

So this story is for you, Alexandra, luakinaga, Piaaa, Nana232, Lisa, and all guests and lurkers… so appreciate your reviews :)

I hope this is more of what you wanted, again, remember this is not my usual stuff so feel free to criticize, or tell me what you'd like me to write about them, I'll do my best to work it in. I'll start it off very sweet and innocent, working my way up to when they're in the movie ALL IN, together.

So it will definitely be teen for a while, but it will get to a mature level, just so you're warned. I'll give you a heads up in the beginning of the updates, but it wont be for several chpts. ;)

Once again I do not own anything to do with the Step Up series, or the characters of Moose and Camille.

Chapter One

New York City

2010

Filming location for Step Up 3D

Taking her clothes out of her suitcase in her hotel room, Camille looked over her set schedule one more time before picking up the script that she had memorized backwards and forwards.

Sighing heavily she whispered some of the lines out loud, trying different enunciation's with her dialogue, working hard to figure out the best way for her character to come across as authentic as possible.

With all her experience of working practically her entire life, being a dancer in music video's, all her voice over work, her many projects with Disney and her big screen roles in Cheaper by the Dozen, not to mention many other personal projects in the works, one would think that this movie would be no big deal for her, but for some reason it was.

She remembered acting in the first Step Up movie, being so young everyone was extremely nice, and supportive. It turned out to be a great learning experience that really had a big influence in solidifying her passion for dancing and acting as a career.

But things were different now, she was different, and to make matters worse, none of the previous cast members from the first movie, to her knowledge, were returning, fearing it would be hard to break into what must be a very close bond from the last movie, she worried about feeling left out.

Collapsing on the bed she felt ridiculous, and seriously unprofessional, chalking it up to lack of sleep, and her mother's recent cancer diagnosis, which she was promised was something completely curable with the proper treatment, otherwise she never would've left home or agreed to do the movie.

It was all pretty overwhelming, between her mom, her career, and landing in a big new city alone, Camille fell into bed with nothing but a sleepless night ahead of her.

Her talent for acting and dancing was born out of hard work and dedication, and above all a love of performing, getting lost in the moments of when she was dancing, being able to shut the world out and just let go, but Camille was no fool, she knew that most kids had an expiration date on their back.

Especially the talent that passed through the Disney machine that had a reputation of using talented kids for all they're worth, only to spit them out when they'd become too old for their target audience.

Luckily for Camille she had never become attached to one particular show, there was a time when she was very disappointed that she was constantly being overlooked for the opportunity to star in her own series, but now she was grateful for that, at least she didn't have to worry about being typecast.

Gazing out at the stunning view of the city lights, Camille knew that this may possibly be an incredible opportunity for her to launch her career in a more mature direction, with a much wider audience, she just wished she felt confident, like when she was a child, when it was just about dancing, and getting lost in the moment.

First day of shooting

Feeling like a foreigner in another country among the chaos of people scurrying around the lot the next morning, Camille searched out the make-up and hair trailer having five minutes to spare.

Already having been fitted for wardrobe with her NYC sweatshirt and jeans, she shyly opened the door to the trailer to find it empty except for someone sitting with his back to her dancing in his chair to music blaring from beats oblivious to the world around him.

Looking back towards the door she considered leaving to wait outside feeling weird just walking in knowing this person was totally unaware of her presence.

Biting her bottom lip she decided that she was being ridiculous, she was a professional, this was where she was supposed to be, and she wasn't going to be late because of some awkward teenage insecurity.

Sighing she set her bag down and stared into the mirror that was lined with large bright bulbs, basically highlighting every tiny imperfection.

Trying hard to ignore the boy in his own little world next to her that still had his back to her, she pulled her long hair out of her ponytail and flicked it over her shoulders wondering how they were going to style it for the scene.

Really though she was just praying that the girl would get there and put some freaking make-up on her so she wouldn't look like she was up all night tossing and turning.

It was then that the curly head boy turned a bit and she realized it was her co-star sitting next to her the entire time.

She had seen the second movie of course but she had known him for years well before that.

Being close to the same age they had run into each other at auditions and other functions from time to time, he was always polite and nice to her but he was basically a stranger.

Feeling even more uncomfortable now that she knew who he was and he was still unaware of her sitting there, she decided to tap him on the shoulder just to get his attention, and properly introduce herself.

Mouthing the words to some song with his eyes closed he jumped nearly five feet from his chair losing his balance and landing flat on his butt on the ground taking most of the make-up and hair equipment with him.

Gazing up at her in total shock, covered in white powder, tangled in a mess of curling iron, and flat iron wires, he held his hand over his heart trying to catch his breath.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry!"

Camille rushed to his side in a flash, completely horrified that she had caused the star of the movie to nearly kill himself before filming had even began.

Expecting him to be furious with her she immediately began to brush the face powder off his clothes, and his dark curls practically dying inside of embarrassment thinking he would absolutely hate her now, which would suck considering they were to be playing best friends.

"I never should've bothered you, I can't believe this happened, is there anything - "

Camille's long rambling speech was cut off by his hysterical laughter when she helped him up and he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Actually I think it's an improvement."

Sliding his beats down to hang from his neck, he gazed at her reflection in a cloud of white face powder, with every beauty product cord tangled around his body, he grinned wide with that goofy sweet smile showing his adorable canines practically stopping her heart leaving her basically forgetting how to breathe.

"Oh my god, look what I've done to you, and this place… this place is a mess, the make-up girl is going to kill me!"

His big brown eyes widened at her distress, needing instantly to make her feel better, "No, no, no… no worries, Cindy's a good friend of mine, I'll explain that it was all me, not that she'll find it that hard to believe. I'm a serious klutz, it's all good, I promise."

Kneeling down on the ground to gather all the products that had fallen, Camille shook her head. "That's so nice, but I can't let you take the blame for this."

Joining her he found a bottle of Windex and started wiping down the floor when the make-up technician, Cindy, walked in the door.

Looking up at the same time Moose and Camille bumped heads causing them to fall backwards dredging even more powder up into the air.

Cindy, who stood at six feet three inches tall, looking as though she could play linebacker for the Giants, scowled in shock as her eyes bulged in anger, her booming voice rattling the walls of the tiny trailer.

"Who the hell is responsible for trashing my beautiful workshop!"

Crawling quickly behind Moose, Camille smiled wearily pointing to her guilty looking fellow actor.

Jumping up, Moose spun around on his toes to reach for a bouquet of flowers that were in a vase on the counter, only to fall in front of her on his knees in a suave, fluid dance move gazing up at her furious grimace with big brown puppy dog eyes.

"Forgive me Cin, I was practicing some moves and got carried away, you know I can't control myself once I hear a good beat. I promise to make it up to you."

Within seconds Cindy's face lightened up giving Moose a big hug. "I have to say I did miss you little man, don't worry about the trailer, I'll get some interns in here to clean it up. Lets just get you two ready for your first scene before the director freaks."

Sneakily peaking across the room at Camille, Moose winked at her causing butterflies to run wild in her stomach.

Biting down again on her bottom lip she wondered just what she had gotten herself into.

The day had flown by barely giving them another chance to really talk after the trailer incident, as they were whisked through their first two scenes, plus wardrobe changes, and some script revisions.

It wasn't until after their dinner break, when the choreographer sent Moose to tell Camille that their dance rehearsal for their big number 'I won't dance' had been cancelled for that night.

In actuality, it was an intern that was supposed to deliver the news, also by phone, but with a little convincing, and a lot of charm, Moose not only managed to get her cell, but her room number, so he could personally pass on the information himself.

He told himself it was just so he could get closer to her, get to know her better, for the sake of the part, so it would seem authentic that they were best friends, but a part of him knew that just wasn't true.

After running into a few cast members in the hall of the hotel Moose made his way to the tenth floor dancing the entire way as his music blared in his ears.

A maid that had been delivering fresh towels to a nearby room, came out to find Moose spinning a mop around in his arms, as if it were another dancer, as he ran up the side of the wall and flipped over landing right in front of her astonished face.

Laughing he shrugged his shoulders as he handed her back her mop uttering out a breathy 'sorry' leaving her speechless.

Running around her hotel room, Camille looked over at the alarm clock on the nightstand swearing over the fact that she was late, still dressed only in her pink sports bra and black spandex pants.

Searching for her hair tie, her long dark tresses flew around all messy and damp from her recent shower.

Hearing a soft knock at the door Camille yelled back from the bathroom "One minute!"

Bouncing around outside her door Moose dragged his beats down around his neck thinking he heard her say "Come in."

Putting his ear to the door to be sure, he called out her name softly before slowly turning the knob and hesitantly walking in. "Cam ?"

"Moose?"

Walking out of the bathroom they ran into each other once again nearly knocking each other to the ground, but this time Moose reached out for her grabbing her by the arms to keep her from falling.

Left speechless staring at her, he felt as if all the air had left his lungs.

She was beautiful, her long dark hair all wet and wavy teasing the sun kissed skin on her shoulders, her amazingly toned body full of curves that wasn't visible with the over sized baggy clothes she usually wore.

She looked more like a woman than the tom boy he was used to being with all day.

Shocked to see him in her room she looked over at the door confused.

"Moose? What are you doing here? I was getting dressed, didn't you hear me?"

Completely blindsided by her beauty in every way Moose nervously began to stammer pointing to the door, lost, forgetting momentarily the art of the English language.

"Oh, Um, yeah… see about that. I knocked, I swear, I thought you said come in, so I thought it was - "

Totally unaware of what was going through his mind, Camille shook her head, pointing to his beats, smiling sweetly at him.

"Moose you need to turn those things down once in a while, I said, one minute, but it's fine, here, sit down while I finish getting ready."

Turning she caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror completely forgetting what she was wearing, shrugging she realized that this is really what all the dancers wore as she threw an oversized ripped white shirt that hung past her shoulder over her bra.

Looking over her shoulder catching Moose looking stiff and rattled, and unusually quiet, sitting on the love seat across the room, Camille made her way over to him.

Grabbing her duffle bag she nodded towards the door. "Aren't we running late for rehearsal?"

Raising his eyebrows Moose gazed up at her forgetting for a second why and how he even ended up in her room.

"Huh?"

Camille laughed finding it undeniably hard to resist how adorable he was, especially when he looked at her that way, like a puppy dog so innocent and sweet, and completely clueless.

Suddenly it hit him why he was there in the first place, as he tried hard not to be distracted by the beautiful girl standing in front of him.

"Oh yeah… rehearsal, yeah yeah, um, it's been cancelled, something about a busted pipe, anyway I just came to tell you. Look I'm sorry for the confusion, I swear I thought you said to come in, I guess I do keep my beats pretty loud."

Shrugging she sat down next to him, dropping her bag on the floor. "No worries, I was dragging anyway, I'm beat from my flight, and it seems like I can't find anything, guess I didn't unpack very well."

Pulling her legs up, sitting Indian style next to him, she flipped her hair over her bare shoulder and gave him a coy smile.

"I guess I owe you for taking the blame this morning with Ms. Cindy, I really am sorry about that."

Fiddling with a loose string on his shirt, he lifted his big dark eyes up to her through a mass of black curls, suddenly feeling as if the world had turned upside down.

No one had ever made him feel this way before, nervous, but totally at ease at the same time, spellbound by the sweetness of her smile, taken completely by her seemingly effortless beauty, and fiercely protective, as if he'd known her his entire life and would never let anyone hurt her.

Dazed, he struggled to remember what she had just said, blown over by feelings that he had never experienced before.

"Nothing to be sorry about, Cindy's all talk, she's really a big softy, I worked with her on the last movie, she was great with all of us lunatics."

Sighing, Camille rested her arms on the ledge overlooking the thousands of lights along the New York skyline, suddenly looking very sad.

Leaning her chin on her wrist she tilted her head letting the red, green, and white lights blur before her eyes feeling very homesick.

Watching every move she made, unable to look away, he lowered his voice to almost a whisper.

"Hey, what's going on in that head of yours, why so sad?"

Edging the side of her pale pink lips upwards, in a smile that flipped his stomach, she shook her head slightly, "It's stupid, its not even worth mentioning."

Holding his arms in the air, imitating her, cutely mimicking her melancholy state, with his chin resting like hers on his wrist, he rolled his big brown eyes sweetly towards her.

"Tell me, before my arms cramp up and I have to tell everyone that you wrecked my performance at the park tomorrow. I mean it, I'm not moving till you spill it, so get talking."

Laughing out loud Camille pushed him causing him to fall backwards, leaving a victorious grin along his full lips.

Reaching for the same thread on his shirt that he had been playing with, she wrapped it unconsciously around her finger, hoping she wasn't going to come off sounding like some immature child.

"I don't know, I guess I just feel a little strange on set. I'm out here alone, I don't really know anyone. I mean you're all like this big family. You know each other from the last movie, you all seem really close. Don't get me wrong, I think that's so cool, I mean - "

"Say no more, I got your back."

Cutting her off, he affectionately rubbed his thumb along her knee showing her that he fully understood.

Giggling at the toothy grin he flashed her, she crossed her arms in front of her, tilting her head to the side sarcastically. "Oh really, and what does that mean?"

Flipping on the TV, he leaned back against the cushions making the point that he was getting comfortable.

"Well, me and you? See, we're supposed to be best friends, it's practically written in stone. So that's what I am from now on."

Furrowing her eyebrows she cautiously laughed unsure of what he meant.

Flicking the channels with the remote he motioned towards the bathroom.

"Well, go on, get ready, there's a party down the hall… everyone's going to be there. Go, put some clothes on, I can't have my best bud walking around half dressed, besides, if anyone gets grabby with you I'd have to get violent and Cam, I'm a dancer, not a fighter."

Before she knew it, Camille, dressed for a night out, was being ushered around to all the cast members, dancing up a storm, forgetting home, and truly happy she took a chance and trusted her 'best friend', even though she had this strange feeling that possibly, this was, that he was so much more.