I come baring an update! First off, I would like to thank my lovely reviewers. Secondly, this chapter is where the real change in feelings begins. So, stop reading my pointless author's notes and read the story! Go ahead, don't be shy!

Disclaimer: I once again do not own Degrassi. I honestly think they invented disclaimers just to remind us that we will never be able to make our ships canon.

Aislinn's POV

"Um…Well how about I sleep on the floor then?" I suggested trying to make this conversation not be anymore awkward than it had to.

"No. You will not be sleeping on the floor. If anyone is sleeping on the floor then it's me." Munro protested, already beginning to set up his makeshift bed on the floor.

"You are not sleeping on the floor!" I exclaimed. "Hotel floors are filthy. And besides, you'll also end up hurting your back." I said as I put the pillows and blankets back on the bed.

"Fine, then what do you suggest we do?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

"We share the bed." I said meekly. "I mean we've been friends for years. It shouldn't be a problem, right?" I asked. This has got to be one of the most awkward conversations I have ever had with Munro. I've never slept with a guy before. What if I snore? Maybe I shouldn't have suggested it at all. God, what have I gotten myself into?

"Uh, sure. I guess we could, you know, if it's okay with you." He answered, avoiding eye contact. I have a feeling that he's just as hesitant about this as I am.

"Great. Now that that's settled, how about we unpack." I said, already unzipping my suitcase.

"Yeah, I guess we should. It's getting late." He said, opening drawers and putting his t-shirts away.

After about an hour of unpacking we were finally finished and extremely tired. "I can't believe it's already eleven o'clock." I stated yawning.

"Me either." Munro agreed as he flopped on to the bed and turned on the television.

"Well I feel gross, so I'm going to go take a shower." I said, leaving Munro to watch T.V.

As I walked into the bathroom I couldn't help but to wonder what Munro thought about this whole predicament. Is he as nervous as I am? Well I suppose he would be, this could change our whole friendship.

It took me about five minutes to get the shower to work, and once I was finally in there I realized I had forgotten my soap. "Crap. Leave it to me to forget something as necessary as soap. I guess I'll be using Munro's then." I muttered to myself. Honestly at this point I couldn't care less what I smelled like. I'm tired and all I want to do is sleep.

After I had stepped out of the shower and dried off, I reached for my clothes. Finally I was about to be able to rest, just one more article of clothing and then I would be able to fall into a deep sleep, but wait I didn't bring a bra in here with me. Should I go get one? Normally I don't sleep with a bra on, but I'm also normally by myself. I think I'll be okay without one, my t-shirt isn't tight, so it should be okay.

When I walked back into the bedroom, Munro turned away from the T.V. to look at me. His reaction was far from what I expected. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes kept flitting up and down my body. I felt a bit awkward to say the least.

"Oh my god. It's noticeable that I'm not wearing a bra isn't it? I new I should have put one on. I'm going to go change now." I managed to babble out, already heading towards the bathroom.

"No! No Ais, that's not what I noticed. It's just.." He trailed his sentence off, now looking at my chest, because of course now that I had mentioned it he was going to have to look.

"Munro! Eyes up here." I said snapping him back to reality.

"Sorry, sorry. But what I was saying was that you just look really beautiful without your hair done and without makeup." He said blushing.

"Oh. Uh, thanks. So, do I need to go put on a um…well?" I mumbled awkwardly.

"Uh, no. No I think you're good." He said looking down.

Munro's POV

"Well, I'm going to go change now. Um, is it okay if I sleep in my boxers?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah. If it's what you normally sleep in then that's fine." Aislinn said, burying her face in a book, trying to hide her blush.

"Okay, well I'll be right back." I said, stumbling my way into the bathroom.

"Ugggh, I looked like an idiot back there. I even stared at her chest. What kind of person does that? Now I bet she's going to feel weird sleeping with me, well even more weird than she did before anyway." I mumbled to myself as I slid my t-shirt and jeans off.

I tried to procrastinate as long as I could by washing my face and brushing my teeth twice, but I new that I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, so I finally headed back into the bedroom ready to face Ais.

"I'm baaack." I said in a sing-song voice, hoping to lighten the mood.

"I'm so glad, I almost died without your company." Aislinn said, joking back.

"Of course you did. I mean, look at me, who wouldn't?" I said gesturing to my body.

"Yeah, because Scooby-Doo boxers drive women absolutely crazy." She said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Hey now, don't be hating on Scooby. He's a dog that talks. What's better than that?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Oh I don't know, a cat that talks?" She said, a smirk adorning her face.

"Whatever you say…Cat Lady." I said, murmuring the last part under my breath.

"Shut up and go to sleep. You'll need your rest if you want to see the Statue of Liberty tomorrow." She said, turning out the lights and rolling over.

"You're just upset because I called you Cat Lady." I muttered.

"Goodnight Munro." She said, hinting that I should shut up.

I sat in silence for a few minutes listening to Aislinn breathe. Once her breathing became steady, indicating that she was asleep, I whispered, "Goodnight Ais, I love you."

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-MadameMorty