Moose was sitting just outside Camille's classroom, staring at nothing, listening to an Arctic Monkeys playlist against the wall. His signature red plaid shirt went well with his grey beanie, she thought. To top it all off, he was wearing his favorite Nike sneakers that Luke gave him over a month ago. He was holding on to his backpack which was slumped over his shoulder while his other hand was...

Well, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Moose?" she said as she briskly walked towards him. She pretended to not notice how he quickly hid the flowers behind his back as he stood up. "Hey Chameleon," he said, smiling big as he pulled his white earphones down and gently kissed her cheek. "How was class?"

She sighed heavily. "It was alright I guess." Her shoulders drop in exhaustion. Psychology was surprisingly wearing her out despite the extreme lack of physical work they do. "You seem a little stressed out, Cam," he said. "Good thing I have just the thing to cheer you up a bit." He slid the flowers between them. "These are for you, m'lady." He curtsied and flamboyantly bowed down in front of her, which made her giggle. She smiled wide as she took them, smelling the sweet scent.

The excessive gifts have been coming since the last few weeks. The chocolates, flowers, teddy bears, the necklaces, and more flowers... Basically, Moose has given her every typical romantic movie gift in the book. It's making her feel more guilty than thankful at this point.

"Wow, Moose. Thank you." She smiled and tiptoed to meet her lips with his cheek. "That all I get?" Moose said, shrugging and raising both his hands in mock disbelief. Camille laughed and playfully punched his chest. "Maybe next time."

"I'll count on that, then." He offered his arm as she locked hers in the inside of his elbow. "You don't have to buy me all these things you know."

"But I thought you loved them?"

"I mean I do, I appreciate the effort, but it's not exactly necessary, Moose. Or practical, either."

He shrugged nonchalantly, pulled a sly face. "Well... Okay. I'll just buy a giant box of pizza next time. We'll eat all the stress away!" He shook his head, making his curls shake. She gasps, her eyes widening. "You'd really do that? Oh my god, yes please." He laughed. "Sure. Hey, you wanna take a walk in the park? I don't have any more classes. Do you?"

"I don't. We're still getting that pizza, though, right?"

After a long walk, they ended up sitting at a bench that's farther away from the crowds in Washington Square Park. Camille, stroking the petals of her daisies, rested her head on his shoulder as he automatically put his arm around her. They sat in silence, observing the movement of the area. The park was, as usual, packed with performers, vendors, students, children, and just about every type of person in the city. The scent of grilled deli was under everyone's noses and the air of good vibes were evident over the city noise. Not too far from them were street dancers having a great time dancing to a Black Eyed Peas song through a blaring boom box. It reminded Moose of his first day in NYU—the same day that he was introduced to the dance scene in New York through an unexpected battle with Kid Darkness of the Samurai. He remembered feeling so frazzled. What was I supposed to do? The moment he packed his bags, he promised himself and his family that he would put his dancing to an end for good. Then just as he stepped foot on his fresh start, he was put on the spot literally by being shoved into a showdown he didn't exactly want to be a part of. He chuckled at the memory.

"What?" Camille looked up, smiling at him.

"Nothing," he said. "I just remembered something, you know, during the orientation? I danced right here in this park that day. It was crazy."

She grinned. "It seems like years ago, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," he said, scrunching his nose. "Crazy. 16 year old me never would have guessed any of that would happen."

She snorted lightly. "Wow, I guess that says the same about you and me, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

She playfully rolled her eyes at him. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You hardly ever noticed my growing love for you for years. Seriously."

He looked appalled, incredulous almost, yet she could see right through his pretentious act. "Wh–in my defense—"

She threw her head back laughing at him, making several people look.

He glared at her, his lips breaking into a smile. "Whatever."

"What? You started it," she said, gently hitting his stomach with her elbow. He stuck his tongue at her like a little kid while she continued to laugh heartily at their ridiculousness. He may not have realized it sooner, she thought. But it was worth the wait anyway.

It was a few hours after dinner when they returned to the dorms where the halls were dead silent. It was a Saturday, which meant everyone was out in the city and enjoying the night. They were pretty much the only people in the building except for a maybe a few students who preferred to stay in. To that, Moose didn't complain at all.

Camille's room was small, but it was enough to fit everything she needs. She even managed to decorate and personalize the place, which not everybody did because the dorms basically were there just so that they'd have a room to sleep in. The students didn't exactly stay in the dorms for hours on end—that's what University is for.

On the walls were photos, photos, and more photos. A lot of them consisted of snapshots of old friends and family. A few of her favorites are the ones with Tyler, her brother, and her in it and also, who could forget, the ones with her and Moose which are evolving from high school to present.

"This place is a scrapbook," he said, his eyes scanning the walls, doing a 360.

"It might as well be. Doesn't it feel alive?"

"That hair does too, though," he said, pointing out a picture of him in high school where his hair was a lot longer. "Man, who let me grow it out like that?" He laughs, taking a closer look.

She tilts her head to the side. "I think it's cute. I've always wanted curly hair, you know." He longingly looks at her and tucks her reddish brown hair behind her ear. "Your hair's perfect, Cam." She smiles, facing him. He rests his hand on the curve of her neck, stroking the skin below her cheek with his thumb. He leans down and slowly meets her lips with his and lingers there. She breathes in. Her hands crawl behind his neck and reaches for his soft curls. He smiles in the kiss and pulls away as he feels her pulling his beanie down, burying her hands in his chocolate brown locks. She then realizes what she's done and laughs. She drops her hands to his shoulders. "Sorry."

"S'alright. There'll be plenty of that in a few years." He winks.

She scoffs and raises her eyebrows. "And when's that gonna happen?"

"When we'll be living together."

She was surprised by the seriousness in his tone. "What?"

"Huh? I mean, aren't we gonna live together once we graduate?"

She slid her palms farther down his chest and didn't make a sound, which made him clap his hand on his mouth in embarrassment. "Oh man, did I just freak you out? I'm sorry, I prob'bly shouldn't have said that..." He nervously rubbed his nape. It was a gesture he did when he felt uncomfortable, and she saw right through him.

She broke out into a genuine smile. "No. I just never thought that you've been thinking about that stuff. I meant the living together after graduation part." She stared at him, as if thinking deeply. "It's just that we're still in the first stages of our relationship and nothing's really certain yet, you know?" She sighed. "I mean, look, you were my bestest friend and... Now you're my boyfriend. That's a pretty huge change and I don't think we'd ever imagined that that would happen to us."

"Yeah, I get that. Anything can happen." Despite her uncertainty, his eyes smiled right into her bright hazel ones. "But you know what's a little strange? For once I've a great feeling about something, Cam. This is something that I actually feel sure about. This time there's no thinking twice. I've made a lot of half-hearted decisions—and you know that. But I feel like this "us"—the one that's together right this moment—is extremely right."

Her eyes started to water. It's all true what she said. Never in a million years did she think that he would feel the same way she did. It was almost surreal. The boy she's been both confiding in and hiding her feelings from for years is saying these things to her.

"ImeanIdon'tknowhowyoufeelboutthatbutlike—"

She cuts him off by covering his mouth with hers, her hands cupping the sides of his neck. He's caught off guard, but he manages to rest his hands on the small of her waist, pulling her close. She pulls away from his soft lips and gently strokes the illuminated bridge of his nose. She rests her face between his shoulder and the crook of his neck, and breathes in his familiar scent.

"I know, Moose. I really look forward to graduating."