AN: So I'm not really happy with this chapter but it serves it's purpose of setting up a few things for future chapters. Thanks for continuing to read my story!

Camille POV

The prank wars have ended, for now. Moose, myself, and all the guys on his floor successfully covered the floor upstairs with shredded newspaper. By the time we had spread it around it was actually a few inches deep. Word got around quickly and soon everyone wanted in on the pranks. Other dorms were now coming up with clever ways to annoy each other and eventually all students were asked to stop them. So for now, the pranks have ended. Really, it just gives everyone more time to come up with bigger and better ideas if you ask me.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts as I hear my phone signally me I just received a text. It was a welcomed noise as I had been studying for over an hour and I needed a break. I glanced over to the other side of the room at my roommate who apparently had given up on homework. Her books were carelessly thrown on the floor and she was now listening to music while she looked through a magazine.

M: Can I come over?

C: Sure, u done with practice?

M: Yeah, I'm beat! Andrea is a slave driver!

Andrea, Moose's dance partner this semester, did not show him any mercy when it came to practicing. They were supposed to come up with a dance number that would be used at a showcase in a month. With a small window of time left they were practicing three times a week now.

C: Good, she will whip you into shape!

M: I'm starving, how about I pick you up and we get something to eat?

C: All you do is eat!

M: All you do is study

C: Someone has to be the brains of the operation

M: That's right, u have the brains, and I have the looks

C: *right*

M: See you soon my sweet little book worm!

Moose POV

Cam and I decided to grab a quick bite to eat at a nearby soup and sub shop. We both had eaten dinner hours before but I needed to refuel and Cam was always up for a little snack.

My class schedule this semester is very different from last which leaves less time for Cam and I to meet up during the day. I love that when I do have time to spend with her, Cam is up for anything. We have never really needed to be doing anything elaborate to enjoy the time together. Sitting in a sub shop, on a Wednesday night, talking about our plans for the weekend, THIS is what I love. Just Cam and I, the two of us and the rest of the world could wait.

"So Jason wants me to come over and help him with something on Saturday. "

Cam began to nod her head as she reached across the table to steal another one of my chips. "Yeah, that's fine. Anala has been bugging me to come over and help her paint her room. She said something about making her 'mark' in the house."

"She isn't thinking of painting pretty pink flowers everywhere in her room is she? That would just be wrong!" I started to imitate someone hurling.

"Stop that! And no, she happens to hate the color pink. Her favorite color is red but I'm not sure what she has picked out."

"I've never heard of a girl not liking pink. Doesn't that go against the girl rulebook?

Camille was now looking at me with an annoyed expression. I'm guessing I said something that struck a nerve. Surprise, surprise!

"Really Moose? A girl rulebook? Where do you come up with these things?"

"It seems to me that you girls spend so much time together that you have a code you live by. Liking the color pink just seems normal for all girls."

"Moose, do I like the color pink?"

Oh man. Honestly, I have never really cataloged into memory the colors that Camille wears the most of. Her dorm room was mostly blues and greens. I think she has worn some pink tops before but how should I remember. I think this question is a set up if you ask me. Best if I just get this over with….

"You look nice in pink Camille." There, that sounded good.

All she did was stare at me. After what felt like forever she replied back.

"Just because a girl looks nice wearing a color, it doesn't mean she loves it. Nice save though, you recovered nicely" She was smiling now.

Camille POV

"Usually when you paint," Anala began, "you try to get some of it on the wall."

"Ha, ha, "I said. Moose and I had come over to the Vault about an hour ago and since then I have been attempting to help Anala paint her room. I didn't think it would be that hard but apparently I was painting more of the ceiling, the floor, and myself than I should have been.

"So what's new and exciting in your life?" Anala asked as she continued to apply the paint flawlessly on the wall.

"I wish there was something new to report. Each day is pretty much the same as the one before it."

"I would think every day would be an adventure with Moose. "

I sighed. "Yeah, well I don't really see a lot of Moose these days. His schedule is packed this semester. "

Anala stopped painting to look at me. "I'm sorry Cam. What are you guys doing here then? "

"It's fine, really. I know we don't need to spend every waking moment together. It would be nice to see him a little more often but we will manage. "

"Spoken like a true supportive girlfriend" Anala added.

"It's just about making the most of the time we have. Like today. I know I could have gotten Moose to just hang out with me all day but he loves it here. He needs to have some fun so all the stress of college doesn't frizz out his curls!"

Anala chuckled at that. She set down her roller and suggested we take a break.

Moose POV

"I'd love to help guys but I just don't have the time."

Evidence of disappointment reached their faces. The guys were currently trying to convince me to help them with another battle. After losing several Pirates before and after the World Jam they were in need of more dancers. I felt bad and wanted to help but when would I have the time?

"Come on Moose we really could use your help. Just one more-"

I cut in. "One more was what you said last time. You guys know I would help if I could."

Camille and Anala entered the room and from the looks of it, I doubt any paint made it on the walls.

"Cam, I think you lost the fight. Did you get ANY on the wall?" I chuckled.

"Ha, ha." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Camille, maybe you could convince Moose for us." Jason began. "We really need another dancer for our battle in three weeks. We would love it if you would help us too."

Camille looked over to me. I was sure she had caught part of our conversation as she came into the room.

"I don't speak for Moose. If he said he can't, then he can't." Camille shrugged her shoulders.

"Alright, alright. The man can't dance, leave him alone." One of The Ticks chimed in.

I burst out laughing.

"I mean, of course you can dance. Just not with us. This time I mean." He stuttered through his words. At that point everyone joined in with laughter.

Camille POV

Anala had decided she would finish the painting later. Everyone was going to head out soon to catch a movie so she needed to get ready. One look at me and Moose decided we should head out too. I told him he could go with them but he didn't want to leave me out. I desperately needed to shower soon if there was any hope of the paint coming out of my hair.

The plan was for Moose to come by my dorm in about an hour and we would just relax together. I think he really needs this down time and I was certainly welcoming it as well.

Moose POV

"Ah Cam, I know it's your turn to pick the movie, but really?"

"You know you love it! Besides, you will probably make me dance with you anyway." Cam started to put the movie in.

Ever since High School we have had this unspoken rule that we each get a turn picking out a movie. I picked out the last one we watched so it was Cam's turn. Usually I have to suffer through chick flicks but I have to admit (at least to myself) that I didn't mind the movie she picked out tonight.

"You know me too well" I said.

She grabbed the bowl of popcorn I had gotten ready and joined me on the couch.

"Alright" Cam began, "no snide comments."

I grinned. "Of course, scouts honor."

Chucking, Camille quickly shot back "Moose, you never were a scout."

"Okay, then dancers honor."

We both laughed.

Camille POV

I know Moose secretly loves this movie. He always gets excited when the dance number comes on. Speaking of…..

I reached for the remote to pause the movie. Moose was already on his feet moving some furniture out of the way so we could move around freely. Perhaps you know this point of the movie. In 13 Going on 30 Jennifer Garner's character leads a dance at a work party gone stale. She helps everyone to loosen up and enjoy themselves as they dance Michael Jackson's Thriller.

Moose likes to play the part of Mark Ruffalo's character except he says he dances 100 times better.

"Ready Cam?"

I nod and he presses the play button. Here we go….

Moose POV

"Best movie ever!" Camille giggled.

I shrugged my shoulders. "It was okay."

She looked over at me and shook her head.

"You know what tonight is missing?" I asked. Before she could answer I added "ice cream!"

Camille looked over at the clock and I already knew what she was thinking.

"Cam, come on it's not too late. Besides, have you met your daily sugar intake? I know I haven't."

"Moose when will you learn to limit your daily intake?"

Imitating a zombie I stalked towards her. "NEVER" I groaned.

"Stop it Moose" she said as she backed away from me. "Alright, let's go."

I smiled as we both grabbed our jackets. I LOVE movie nights!