Bernadette asked for a kiss by the lockers and then this happened

"I've actually never seen them kiss before." Tori stated out of the blue, staring at her friend Maya and her boyfriend outside of their band class. She raised her eyebrows to her boyfriend Zig questioningly. He shook his head, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"I mean, they're always all over each other and all." Zig supplied. "Like when he comes to pick her up after Whisperhug practice, they're even handsier than Mo and Marisol. But you're right, I've never seen them kiss." Zig pondered this thought as Cam took Maya's hand in his own, interlacing their fingers.

"But you know, it's just that they don't seem to do it often. Like kiss and all." Tori thought out loud softly as the bell rang and Maya and Cam departed, going in the opposite direction that she and Zig were going in. "Maya just seems too innocent."

"Does your sister even kiss him?" Jake asked Katie, standing by his girlfriend's locker as she cleaned it out a bit before graduation after Maya and Cam ran by them, holding hands and laughing. They had stopped or a brief second and waved at them, and Katie yelled for Maya to call if she needed a ride home. After they left, Katie sighed at the couple, turning back to face her locker and boyfriend, packing up some stuff.

"They stay in her room all the time, but the door is always open and when I peek in, they're usually just studying or listening to music or being lame." Katie shrugged at Jake, who smiled at the simplicity of such a young relationship.

"I mean it's better than the alternative." Jake offered as comfort. "Which is having sex left and right and up and down." Katie laughed, nodding before shutting her locker. Staring at the place her baby sister was before, she suddenly felt an onslaught of emotions breach her face.

"You think she's still a virgin?" Katie murmured to Jake and he shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess. She's only like 15, right?" Jake said gently. "He seems like a good guy either way."

Katie gave Jake a teeny smile. "Yeah... I guess so."

"Does your friend kiss Cam at all, like ever?" Owen said, one night at home from the kitchen, making a sandwich. Tristan was on the couch, watching Romeo + Juliet and fangirling over Leonardo DiCaprio circa 1997. To answer Owen's question, he shrugged, without even caring if Owen could see him or not.

"How should I know, we don't even talk about all that stuff." Tristan yelled, turning down the volume as Leo and Claire Danes made out for at least the tenth time.

"Yeah, but every time we ask him, he gets all flustered and changes the topic or runs away." Owen complained. "It's annoying."

"So pin him down." Tristan suggested. "Give him no better option than to spill the beans."

"He'd rather suffocate than tell us."

"Yeah, well then ask Maya yourself, I'm sure she'd love to hear from an old friend like you." Tristan laughed, the chicken cutlet incident fresh in his mind. Owen walked in the living room specifically to glare at his brother, who was currently dying of laughter on the couch.

"Adam, does Maya even like him, though?" Dallas asked and Adam gave him a look.

"I'm pretty sure she doesn't have to stick her tongue down his throat to be head over heels for him, which she is." Adam said, playing with his Sims game. Dallas was making a sandwich in the kitchen, and randomly asked him about the nature of his bandmate's relationship.

"How do you know, Dr. Love?" Dallas asked, because he was kind of hoping that Cam would break it of with this chick already. He wanted to convey a united front of hockey players, and girlfriends really seemed to be getting in the way. And it wasn't just Cam... it was Luke too for Jenna, and Owen too, whenever someone mentioned Anya.

"Her face lights up like a Christmas tree every single time she sees him. And he can't get the smile off his face around her. It might just be the honeymoon phase, but anyone can tell that they like each other. Whether blind or brainless. Which one are you Dallas?"

Dallas threw a piece of bread at Adam, who laughed.

"So she does like him?" Marisol asked Mo, as he tuned up Zig's guitar. Mo rolled his eyes as his girlfriend asked him again... for Katie and for the ninth time.

"Yes, she does. She really does, you can tell Katie that I swear. I don't know about him but it's like she's Tracy Turnblatt and he's hairspray. He is the Seaweed to her Penny Pingleton, the Wilbur to whoever John Travolta was in drag."

"Okay... sorry, just checking."

"It's okay."

"Sorry for making you watch Hairspray all weekend."

"I get it Mare. You can't stop the beat."

"Or the motion of the ocean."

"Or the rain from above."

"They can try to stop the paradise we're dreaming of-"

"But you can't stop the rhythm of two hearts in love."

"...I see what you did there, Mo Mashkour."

"Cam, stop it!" Maya laughed as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"I bet you a five they'll kiss today." Tori wagered to Tristan.

"But that's my lunch money."

"Alright... I bet you your The Little Rascals DVD and you bet me my The Sandlot DVD."

"I hate you. You're on."

Cam spun Maya around and pulled her close and Tori gasped quietly before... the bell rang.

"Hey, the day's not over yet."

Before French class, she and Cam usually met at her locker. Today was no different.

"Hello." Cam greeted her and Maya smiled at him. She was really happy, like the happiest she's been in the longest time.

"Hi." she sang and unexpectedly, he bent forward and pressed a light kiss on her lips. Maya's lips burned red but she accepted his contact with ease, Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled away and gave him a questioning look.

"What was that for?" Maya laughed and Cam shrugged.

"Your friend Tori gave me 5 bucks." he teased and Maya slapped his shoulder, before shutting her locker. He leaned in to kiss her again, and she responded wholeheartedly.

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