There was a quiet sort of echoing as her fingers knotted themselves in his dark hair. She had never imagined it so perfect before, so wonderful. Of course, there was the awkward phase of exploration, the embarrassing touches as they reconnected, but in the end there was nothing more glorious than the feel of his fingers against her waist.

She could feel his fingertips brush against her full chest. And when he grazed down her thigh, pulling into her, and giving her a sweet mix of bitter joy and anguish, it's impossible to think it's his first time too.

For a while, they lay there, staring into each other's eyes, her amber meeting the unusual combination green and blue.

He's rare.

And then a soft coo of a melody, technical and robotic, sounds from his IKEA desk. He steps from the bed, in all his glory, towards the dresser to pick up the moving cell phone.

"Hello?" he asks, softly. His voice is a mixture of smoke and fog.

She clutches the blanket closer to her exposed body, for some reason feeling uncomfortable fully exposed.

"Hey Claire," he mumbles, partly trying to hide her name. "Actually, I'm busy today, but yeah tonight," he says, false enthusiasm playing at his lips. "Yeah all of us, the whole group." He pauses to stare at her again, almost apologetic. "Mhm, I'll tell Derrick to get us some stuff,"

She pulls off the covers, and tumbles off the bed, her long and tan limbs wriggling to fit into her pink boy-shorts. She slips on the simple black dress, with a deep V plunging into her cleavage. The sleeves fan out on her thin arms, and the dress suits her, it's so simple, so lovely on her perfect body.

"I love you too," he says slowly. Each syllable is a jab in her heart.

"Liar," she mutters when he closes the phone shut.

He says nothing; simply watching her adjust her chocolate waves, wipe the traces of mascara that smudged slightly. He wants to grab her, let her know that Claire is nothing to him, that he loves her, he always had. But, she'd just call him a liar.

To Cam there never was an uglier word.

"Are you coming tonight?" he asks, opening his drawer and pulling a fresh pair of boxers over his waist.

She can't help but stare at him. "I don't know. Where are we going?" she asks, pretending to not care. She picked up the silver pocket book from the floor, kicking away the dirty shirts that littered around it.

Pig.

"She said Alicia's; her parents are out of town, or something,"

"I know," she snaps, her voice harsh and controlled. "Well in any case, I don't know. Why would I want to go anyway? So I can see you all over her?"

"Massie, please," he starts, but retreats back. He knows she's right, but he can't bear to see her hurt expression.

"What Cam? I'm sorry if I'm not too thrilled with the idea of seeing the boy I love pretend like he cares about some other girl," she says, tears threatening to emerge in her amber eyes.

"Some girl?" Cam starts. "Claire is one of your best friends; she's not just some girl,"

"I know she's not," Massie said, standing full and tall. Her amber eyes were cold and she was staring at him now, cold and hard. "She's the girl that you love!"

"Massie,"

"Please Cam, I'm done," she says, pushing past him and heading towards the door. She walks into the hallway, where there is no one home, no Mrs. Fisher to greet her and offer her a treat, no Harris to kid around and flirt with, no Mr. Fisher to tell Massie how pretty she looks.

Here in this house, it is only her and Cam, alone and flustered.

"Massie wait!" Cam sighs as he follows her out of his room.

He grabs her thin arm, holding it in his own strong hand, and pulls her roughly into him. He lowers his lips down and passionately kisses her on the lips, feeling his way through her mouth with experience and vigor.

"Cam, I can't" she says, pulling away from him, letting only little crystal tears fall from her face. "I love you too much,"

"Massie, I love you too," he says. He pulled her closer to him, his green and blue eyes hypnotically pulling her in. Cam Fisher was sucking all the resistance out of her, and who was she to refuse. She leaned into him, letting him drag her back into his bed. He pulled off her dress, staring at the black lacy bra, before letting it drop to the floor. She pulled off her bottoms, and crawled into the bed, smothering him with kisses as she let it happen all over again.

To Massie Block, Cam Fisher was the boy she would always love, her first crush, and the boy she had lost her virginity to.

To Cam Fisher, Massie Block was pure fury, angry and concrete. She was the one who had escaped him, who always insisted on having fun and leading the pack. She was the girl he had lost his virginity to, the girl he would always love.