A/N: I don't own anything except for plot.

Camille always thought she wasn't beautiful like the otherwomen she sees at NYU , in reality she's just insecure . Moose watched Camille carefully , he looked at the way her nose was shaped , her eyes big and brown , her plump pink lips , she was just perfect he thought.

"Moose why me? I mean look at all the other women they are more beautiful the me", she stated shyly.

Moose was taken aback by this.

"Cam what do you mean why you, first of all you are beautiful , you are an amazing dancer , everytime I see you , you take my breath away every time we kiss or hold hands I feel a spark, whenever I look into your eyes I get lost in them. I'm proud to say your my girl" he saisi with every ounce of passion he could muster.

"Cammie I think your the most beautiful girl in the world" , he whispered in her ear.

"Really?" she asked feeling so special.

"Really,really" . He answered with a big smile on his face .

With all that being said she cuddled closer to him leaving no space between them on the Washington square park bench. She felt beautiful right there at that moment , he made her feel special.

"Cam I love you for who you are please don't change" he snuggled closer afraid she would just disappear.

"I wouldn't change even if I had to , and I love you too" a small smile spreading on her face.

Moose tilted her chin up and leaned in, she did the same and they shared a sweet but passionate kiss.