I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING GUYS!

It's 9 :00 AM and it has been exactly two days since Damian and Lindsay had sex. He has been following her yesterday like a lovestruck puppy. She expected Damian to bring him breakfast in bed or something like that. But no, Damian just left a note saying :

Dear Lindsay,

We all have something to do today, Hannah, Alex and Mckynleigh went to the airport with Emily. Matheus and Samuel decided to hit the arcade today, Marissa went shopping by herself and I just wanted to go outside for a while. So, only you and Cameron are left in the house. He's still sleeping so don't try waking him up! He could be grumpy at times. And most importantly...

Don't make a mess! Love yah!

-Damo =)

When Lindsay saw that smiley, she instantly thought of Damian's absolutely charming and addictive smile. But another thing caught her mind "He could be grumpy at times". So you might as well know what she's going to do. She went to the boys' dorm and she saw Cameron, sleeping and looking cute without those fake glasses on. She silently went in Cameron's bed and it was the bed farthest to the door. She noticed Samuel's bed was messy and unmade, Matheus' bed was clean and made, Alex's bed was fragrant with Chanel # 5 and Damian's bed was in front of Cameron's, it was addictively fragrant with Damian's scent and Lindsay loved it. It was time for her to wake up Cameron and finally see the nerd be grumpy. "1...2...3..." Lindsay counted, but suddenly...

"Lindsay!" Cameron rised and shouted at her. She was frightened. Her plan had the opposite effect, it made HER grumpy for a while but had a back-up plan.

"God! Don't do that!" Lindsay said, angrily.

Cameron was laughing. Lindsay jumped on the bed and began hitting him with a pillow.

"You were supposed to be the one who's frightened and grumpy while I was gonna be laughing at you and you... you just ruined it!" Lindsay said, very childishly.

"Oh, come now, that's enough little sister." Cameron said and he put the pillow away from her.

"I hate you!" Lindsay said and stormed off.

"What's her problem? I was just playing around."Cameron thought.

"Hey, Lindsay! Wait!" he shouted

"Lindsay?" Cameron headed to the rec room, Lindsay was just sitting there.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

"Look, I'm sorry, I was just..."

"Fooled ya!" she shouted.

"This girl can act."he thought.

Lindsay was laughing. "That's not funny, Linds." he said.

"C'mon grumpy, let's go have some breakfast." she said, happily.

"Gladly." he replied and his grumpiness was completely gone.

"So, what're you having, Linds?" he asked.

"Ummmmm, Pancakes, I guess." she answered.

"Oh yeah? Let me see you cook it."

"Ummmm, no. I'll have eggs benedict instead."

"Uh-huh?"

"Ummmm, no..."

"What is it then?"

Lindsay barely cooked anything in her life, so that makes her cooking experience almost 0.

"Fine! I'll admit it.!" she shouted.

"Admit what?" he smirked.

"I don't know how to cook!"

"That's alright, I'll teach you, poor wittle baby."

Cameron bought out ingredients for Crispy Hashbrowns and needed utensils for it.

"So, what'cha doin?" Lindsay asked.

"No Linds, what are YOU gonna do with these?" he asked him back.

"Uhhhhhh..." Lindsay had no idea and just took an absolutely wild guess.

"Beef Wellington?" Lindsay said and Cameron laughed.

"Ummm, Lindsay. There's no beef." Cameron laughed again.

Lindsay felt completely stupid and clueless.

"C'mon, I'll teach you how to make this dish step by step." he said, still wanted to laugh.

"Heat 3 Tbsp of oil in a large frying pan on medium high heat. What? Don't tell me you don't know how to." he said.

"Of course I do, dummy!" she yelled. She then followed his instructions and she did it almost perfectly.

"Perfect, Linds. Impressive for a first-timer." he said, absolutely impressed.

"Thank you." she said and blushed slightly.

"While the pan is heating, squeeze out as much moisture as you can from the grated potatoes. It's easiest to do this with a potato ricer, using it much like you would a garlic press, except you don't force the potatoes through the ricer. C'mon Linds, do it for me." he instructed.

"Uhhhh, okay." she said, confused. But she did it fine.

"Good! The poor weetle baby could cook." Cameron laughed, Lindsay smacked him in his stomach and he slightly coughed.

"When the oil in the pan heats up to the point of shimmering, but not smoking, add the grated potatoes, spreading them out along the bottom of the pan. The potatoes should not be too thick in any one place, no more than a half inch thick. Sprinkle some salt and pepper on the potatoes. After a few minutes, lift up one edge of the potatoes and see how done they are. If they have fried to a golden brown they are ready to flip. Use a large spatula to flip the potatoes over all at once, or divide the large potato cake into halves or quarters and flip. Continue to cook until they are golden brown on the bottom." he said and Lindsay somehow managed to get all of it. But, had trouble flipping it.

"Ugh, I can't flip it, Cameron." Lindsay said.

Cameron went on her back and grabbed her wrist helping her flip it. He loved the smell of her hair and he was getting carried away. "Cameron..." she said but there was no response. "Cameron..." she repeated but it had the same result. "Cameron!" she shouted. "Oh uh, sorry. Get it onto the plate now, Linds." and so she did.

"So, Chef Cameron, I hope you'd like my dish." Lindsay giggled.

Cameron began tasting it and was amazed by the flavor. "That... is... amazing!" he said, loudly.

"Really, Cam?"

"Absolutely!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you Cameron!" she shouted, very happy.

"Your welcome." he smiled.

"C'mon let's eat." he added.

"For my reward, I want you to cook lunch for me later. By the way, I had just received a text from Hannah saying that they are going to the mall and asked us to come too. But, I said we both don't want to so I could taste some of your cooking." she said.

"That's okay, I don't wanna go outside today anyway and I'd like to show you how far behind you are from me cooking-wise." Cameron joked and she smacked him on the stomach again.

"Meanie!" they both laughed.

It was 10 : 30 AM and Lindsay was bored, she wanted to play with Cameron, not the dirty kind. So without hesitation, she went and asked him. "Cameron?" she said, a little it shy. "What, Linds?" he asked. "Could you play a game with me?" she answered.

"What game?"

"Truth or dare, I know it's kinda silly, being just the two of us." Lindsay said, seemingly shyly. Unexpectedly, Marissa just came back with a whole load of hair products and new clothes.

"Hey guys." Marissa said. Having some problems carrying all of the products and some new clothes.

"Hey." Lindsay said.

"Hi, do you need help with those?" Cameron stood up with Lindsay following him.

"Uh, yes please. If you could carry these Cam and Lindsay could you please, uhh, carry the hair products." Marissa said.

"Sure, 'rissa." Lindsay said cheerfully.

Marissa lead both of them to them to her bed where they all put the products and clothes down.

"Thanks guys. So what're you doing?" Marissa asked.

"Well, we were going to play truth or dare." Lindsay answered.

"The two of you only? How could that even work?" Marissa asked again.

"I'm really unsure, it was Lindsay's idea in the first place." Cameron spoke up.

"Oh, well, could you count me in?" Marissa said.

"Sure, why not." Lindsay said.

"Hey! I'm back!" somebody shouted with a deep voice and an Irish accent.

"It's Damian." Lindsay said.

CLIFFHANGER... HAHAH!