Daisesndaffidols wanted a story about when Cam and Booth met. I hope this is what you wanted.

I don't own Bones.

Oooooooooooooooo

Sitting up in the bleachers watching the tryouts, Booth leaned forward and studied a very keen player. Impressed with the man's catch and shoot, Booth realized that he might turn out to be some real competition in the very near future.

Her eyes scanning the bleachers for her friend Carla, Cam stopped and stared at Booth as he continued to watch the players on the floor. Deciding that he might be someone she might like to get to know, Cam smiled and ascended the bleachers until she was level with his seat. Sideling down the row of seats, she sat down beside him and placed her books and jacket on the seat next to her seat. Turning, she introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Cam Saroyan."

Startled, Booth turned to stare at the beautiful stranger talking to him, "Oh, yeah, hi, I'm Booth."

Amused, Cam leaned a little closer and teased him, "Your parents only gave you one name?"

Reluctantly, Booth confessed, "No, although sometimes that's what I wish they had done . . . My name is Seeley Booth."

"Ah, I see." A shout from the floor catching her attention, Cam glanced at the commotion below them, "Well, I can understand your reluctance. My first name happens to be Camille not Cam. Parents can be so inconsiderate when it comes to naming their children."

Snorting, Booth watched two players below them trade pushes and then punches while the coach came charging across the floor. "Yeah . . . um . . . Yeah, so I haven't see you around here before. You a freshman or something?"

Amused that Booth's attention was on the players below and not on her, Cam smiled, "Yes. Something like that. I'm pre-med."

That catching his attention, Booth turned and gave her his complete attention, "Brains and beauty."

A slight blush tinting her cheeks, Cam wasn't sure if he was making fun of her or not, "Are you for or against?"

Aware that she might have misunderstood him Booth flashed her a smile, "Oh definitely for. I love brainy women. They're so hot."

Unable to prevent it, Cam laughed and shook her head, "Is that your line? It's terrible."

Annoyed, Booth shook his head, "It's not a line. I like smart women, the smarter the better."

Surprised, Cam turned to look at the coach as he pointed at one of the players and screamed at him, "Um, that's unusual. Most guys I know like their women dumb and just a little bit slutty or even better a lot slutty."

Blushing, Booth grabbed his backpack from the floor next to his feet and stood up, "I'm not most guys." Walking down the rows of seats, he moved to an aisle, descended the bleachers, strode across the basketball court and out of the main door.

Irritated with herself, Cam sighed as Booth left the building, "Well that was a stupid thing to say, Cam."

Ooooooooooooooooooo

Studying in the library, Booth was trying to understand his macroeconomics assignment. He'd missed the last class due to a game and was trying to do the required assignment that had been assigned during that class. Frustrated, he sat looking at the book before him, his elbows on the table, his hands bracketing his face.

"Hi, I noticed you were staying late this evening." Placing her bag on the table, Cam leaned over and glanced at his book, "Oh, I see. I'm glad I don't have to take that class."

Surprised at the interruption, Booth looked up, "Yeah, I wish I didn't have to either. I've never really liked economics class. My brain has a hard time wrapping itself around the bullshit dollar words."

Sitting on the chair across from his, Cam reached over and tapped his book, "Would you like me to look at it? I'm not too bad, at least I wasn't in high school."

A little hopeful, Booth pushed the book over and let her turn it around, "I missed the class yesterday and . . . well, it's not a class I can really skip and keep up. I was thinking of finding a tutor, but those guys don't work for free and I don't really have the extra dough."

Studying the page before her, Cam was delighted that she understood what the writer was trying to explain, "Okay, this isn't too bad. It's about price indexing." Explaining what the writer meant, Cam soon had Booth straight.

Grateful, Booth wrote furiously in his notebook, "I'll copy this stuff to a Word file tonight and have it ready for my next class. Thanks. I'm as dumb as a box of rocks sometimes." Laughing, Booth leaned back against his seat, "Dumb jock you know."

Shaking her head slowly, Cam corrected him, "I don't think so. I can't imagine too many dumb jocks take a course like this one. They take macramé or something easy . . . or they just get their coach to pressure their professor to pass them with a C."

Impressed that Cam was giving him the benefit of the doubt, Booth shrugged his shoulders, "I came to college to get an education. I'm here on a basketball scholarship, but I plan to make the most of it."

"Good for you." Pushing the book back across the table, Cam continued, "I think that's smart. Too many college athletes think they're going to be a superstar when they leave college and make millions, so they don't care about their education."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth commented, "The only reason why I'm here is because of basketball and I'm pretty good, but I'm no Michael Jordan. I need to get my degree and this is the only way I can get it. My Pops can't afford to foot the bill and . . . well, I don't want to blow this."

Intrigued, Cam smiled at the handsome young man, "I was going to go over to a diner near here and get a late dinner. Would you like to join me?"

Moving his book bag over, Booth crammed his books and notebooks into the bag, "Sure, I could use a bite. I'm starving."

Amused, Cam stood up and observed, "I have a brother and he's always hungry."

Chuckling, Booth stood up, grabbed his jacket and shrugged it on, "It's a guy thing. My Pops said his food bill quadrupled when my brother Jared and I moved in with him."

Surprised, Cam confessed, "Oh, I assumed Pops was your father."

"Nah, he's my grandfather." His book bag on his shoulder, he moved around the table, "He raised my brother and me. He's a great guy. The best really."

Moving towards the exit, Cam noted, "Do I hear a Philly accent?"

Impressed, Booth chuckled, "Yeah, you got me. I miss home right now. University can be kind of lonely. The guys on my team are great, but they're into parties and shit like that. I don't really have time for that. Between practice, games, classes and a little part time job I have about all I can handle right now. Besides, I want my Pops to be proud of me, so I can't fuck this up." Embarrassed, Booth cleared his throat, "Sorry, I meant mess this up."

Her hand touching his arm, Cam assured him, "Hey now that we're friends we can hang out together, help each other study. I was feeling a little lonely myself, but maybe not so much anymore."

Ooooooooooooooooooooooo

This is a two chapter story. Let me know what you think of it so far. I appreciate it.

A/N: I was actually going to use Amicus for the title of this story, but a friend of mine insisted I was wrong. Two readers backed me up so I fixed the title. I took Latin in high school, but it's very rusty and I thought it was possible I was wrong. By the way Amica is Latin for Friend (Female).