(Here it is guys. Yet another chapter added to Hush Little Baby. I really am enjoying writing this, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it. I really think that there aren't enough fanfics for Moose and Camille. They are so adorable! So if you are reading this, and you want to make one but you don't have a fanfiction account, make one! That's it for now. Enjoy.)
Moose smiled when he woke up. Waking up to see Camille clutched to his body as she slept was for a fact, a beautiful sight. He laid there, just embracing the fact that she was there. He didn't deserve her, and he knew it. She was way too good of a person for him, but that was the exact reason that he grateful to have her. He loved the feeling of people looking at them, and seeing that he had a girlfriend like her. She truly did complete him.
He watched her, her chest rising with every breath she took. Up, down, up, down. She looked so peaceful, like she felt safe in his arms. Four years ago, he never would have thought he would be watching Camille as she slept, listening to her breathing. He sure as hell didn't think he would be in the same bed as her while he did so.
Care fully, Moose pulled himself out of bed, crawling over the sleeping girl next to him. He tried his damndest not to loose his balance, and drop all of his weight onto her body. That sure as hell wouldn't be a great way to wake up on your birthday. He stuck the landing on the carpet, and sighed with relief. He looked back towards Camille, who had already curled herself up into a ball underneath the blankets. Moose had to smile. That girl truly loved her warmth.
Running his fingers through his hair, he pulled his phone off of the charger with his free hand. He punched in a specific number, and put the device to his ear. Deciding to let Camille sleep, he took the call into the hallway, still waiting for an answer.
"Hello?" the familiar fourteen year old voice called from the other line.
"Hey, Malcolm, It's Moose." He answered.
Malcolm was Camille's younger foster brother, yet, he didn't act like that. He treated Camille like they were brother and sister by blood. He truly did love his older sister. She always was the one to take care of them when their foster mother, Marie, was out. Or when their foster father, Marshall, was drunk off his ass. From all that she has done for him, Malcolm still couldn't find a way to repay her for all she has done for him. Hell, she basically raised him.
He was a normal kid. He went to school, he had friends, and lived a normal life. The only thing he had that not a lot of others had was a tough dance crew from New York behind him if he needed them.
"Hey, Bro!" Malcolm exclaimed, happy to hear from his (basically) brother in law.
"Are you guys in the city yet?" he asked, curious to see if his plan will work.
"We still have another half hour to go, but I'll call you when we get in." Malcolm said. "So you want us to go strait to this 'vault'?" he asked.
"Yeah," Moose started, getting a bit louder as he realized he probably wouldn't wake Camille up from outside in the hall. "Just open the door and take the elevator to the fifth floor. Jacob will be there to meet you guys. Then, just do whatever. Camille and I are probably going to be staying on and around campus for the day and then we will go there for the surprise later tonight."
"Man, this is gonna be of the chain!" Malcolm exclaimed, and hushed when Moose could hear over the other end that he was being lectured by Tyler for his shouting.
"So sorry, Master. I shall never speak again." Moose heard Malcolm joke to Tyler.
"Dude, don't get yourself in trouble. Call me when you guys get in." he said.
"Don't sweat it, Man. Cam is gonna flip when she see's us!"
Moose smiled. "Yeah, I sure as hell hope she does."
"Bye, Moose!"
"Later." Moose ended his phone call and sighed. He wanted nothing more then for his plan to work. He was secretly getting Malcolm, Tyler, and Nora to take the train from back home to New York to spend Camille's birthday with her, Moose, and the Pirates. He knew how much Camille loved and missed her brothers, and he hoped seeing them would bring her out of her depression.
He snuck back into the room to see that Camille was still passed out on the bed, sleeping soundly. He smiled and walked over to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a red and black checked shirt, grabbing a towel on his way into the bathroom to quickly shower.
Rubbing a towel through his hair, he walked out of the steamy bathroom, finding that Camille was beginning to stir in her sleep. He threw his towel over the back of his computer chair to dry, and grabbing his red vans from the floor and some socks, he sits down on the bed next to Camille and puts on his shoes.
Moose couldn't help but laugh when she opens her eyes in the laziest way possible. She looked like she had the roughest night of her life. Her hair was an absolute mess, and she had a small amount of eyeliner and mascara building underneath her eyes. She looked around the bed, and smiled when she found Moose, just watching her.
"Good Morning." she mumbled, stretching her arms over her head. Moose smiled and rolled his eyes.
"Baby, It's been morning for me for a while now. But, I'll accept your laziness. But only because you are officially nineteen years old today." he said, crawling up the bed, putting either one of his arms next to Camille's head. In the form of a push-up, he lowered himself down on his arms and lightly kissed her lips, smiling against her.
She laughed against his lips, and pulled away only to be met by the bed. "You are officially the biggest corn ball in the universe." she giggled. Moose loved that sound, her laugh. But, he would never let her know that. Mainly because he knew she would tease the living hell out of him if she knew.
"Hey, I'm allowed. You have no idea how much I wanted to wake you up and kiss you then. But I figured you would most likely hit me because you were so tired." he smirked.
She rolled her eyes. "Well, at least you know me well enough to know that I would not refrain from doing that." she smiled, leaning her head back up and reconnecting their lips. Camille very gently reaches up and takes his chin in her finger tips, feeling the unshaved stubble there. She pulled herself back and examined his face, sighing.
"Moose, how many times do your mother and I need to tell you, shaving is a very important thing to do when you become a man." she joked with him, lightly laughing. Moose scrunched his eyebrows together, and pushed himself off of Camille.
"Camille, come on! This whole scruffy thing is in now! Don't you want your man to fit in?" he whined.
"You do realize that 'No-Shave November' is only 30 days out of 365, right?" she laughed, sitting up and smoothing her hair out of her face.
"Please, baby, I'm pretty damn sure that I know my months by now. And by the way, I am also almost twenty years old, so I'm also pretty damn sure that I don't need my mommy telling me to shave my face or not." he smirked his usual 'I told you so' tone.
"Okay, So no mommy needed, but you sure as hell better listen to me and shave it tonight." she smiled with a hint of an evil tone. Moose huffs out a breath.
"But Cammie!" he fake cries. Smiling, he gets on his knees and clasps his hands together to beg at her feet. "Please! I don't like shaving!" he whines.
"Then I'll do it. Now let me get a shower and we can go out." she said, grabbing her bag from beside Moose's bed and shutting the bathroom door behind her.
Moose shook his head, some water droplets falling from the tips of his hair. Sighing, he pulled his phone out from his pocket, to flash a quick text to Andie.
'Hey, r we all set for 2 nite?" his text read. Not even a minute later, His phone buzzed, notifying him that Andie had replied.
'Yup. don't worry bout anything. Everybody knows the address and the time. No need to have a melt down. Yet." he could almost sense her sarcasm in her words, even though she didn't say them herself.
'Text me if u need anything 4 the partayy" he typed, smiling to himself.
'Moose, you and your gangster speak really need to part ways…" was Andie's response.