Camille winced as the morning light seeped into Moose's old bedroom.

The dark blue walls, covered in as much posters as his dorm room, wasn't enough to fight the brightness of the yellow sunlight. She threw her forearm over her eyes as she rolled over her side of the bed. Moose was still heavily asleep beside her. She shut her eyes, taking a minute to recollect her thoughts. Tyler's wedding is today. As she deeply inhaled, she sat up, using her arms to balance herself on Moose's big soft bed. Being so accustomed to the average-sized one in her dorm, she felt like the bed was enormous. It could practically fit two Moose's and three me's. She quickly tied her hair up in a high bun, looking down on the boy spread out beside her. His incredibly long and thick eyelashes were prancing up. The bridge of his tall nose, highlighted by the morning sun, dominated his face. She idly stroked the curves of his cheeks, feeling just as fluffy as it looked. His skin was surprisingly baby soft, she thought, despite the vigorous daily activities he goes through. Moose felt the gentle contact as he opened his eyes. Camille smiled, delighted to see the chocolate browns of his iris. He and a puppy had the same adorable, round eyes, and she meant that in the best way.

"Good morning," she said. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, his lips curving upwards.

"Good morning, Chameleon," he mumbled. He started to stand up, but before he could even try, Camille had already sat on him, keeping him in place with her bare legs folded on either side of his hips. He chuckled. "What?" She fought a smile, not saying a word. He caught her piercing hazel eyes, and Moose swore that the browns and greens met, creating a warm, amber tone. He grinned as his heart quickly reacted to the fact that she was practically pinning him to the mattress. "Okay, okay. Whatever it is, I'm down." Literally. He leaned back against his pillow as he rested his palms on her thighs. She stooped down, her hands supporting her weight, and briefly kissed him on the lips. As his hands rubbed up her legs, her mouth quickly moved down to his neck and kissed his skin fervently. One of her hands was tightly clutching his shirt, the other placed on his shoulder, needing the support. He shut his eyes, tilting his head the other side. His hands were all over her. At first he firmly held her waist, then eventually slipped his hand into her shirt, caressing her stomach and the small of her back. He straightened his neck, making her suddenly stop. Without further interruptions, he forcefully pressed his mouth on her, feeling her lips like he'd never before. She returned the force, mindlessly moaning in the kiss. She reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up quickly as to not disturb their business. Her hand trailed down to his sculpted stomach and felt the ripples and lines and edges under her fingers. Without stopping, he slid her cotton shirt off of her quicker than she imagined he could, and she was soon left bare with her black bra. He smiled, rapidly sitting up to feel her neck with his lips. With his fingers playing with the line of her bra and hers buried in his hair, pulling on the curls, he trailed his mouth down her jawline to her collarbone. From collarbone to shoulder blade. From shoulder blade to the inside of her elbow. He left a hundred trails of kisses on her silky tanned skin, making her shiver. He went back up and started to nip on the skin below her neck, slowly moving down the supple skin of her chest... Moving down, down...

"Moose, Camille? Breakfast is ready!"

They both instantly looked over Camille's shoulder, eyes wide and alert. The world stopped for a second. Then, they exhaled in relief as they realize that they'd locked the door last night. Thank god. They just looked at each other's faces and burst out in laughter, as if they did not almost have unadulterated love making on his childhood bed. Moose pressed his lips on the top of her shoulder, making a loud sound. "Oh, wow," he marveled.

Camille pulled her legs off of him, giggling. The apples of her cheeks were flushed. "I can't believe your parents trust us to sleep together in your bedroom."

He snorted, plopping down back on the bed. "It must be the fact that they still think we're fourth graders."

She quirked an eyebrow. "They do not."

"Uh, you honestly think they'll leave us alone if they'd finally grasped the idea that we're loving young adults who have not done it yet?"

She covered her face, snorting loudly. She found it hilarious how they couldn't even dare to say the word 'sex'. How very fourth grade-esque of us. In the midst of her embarrassment, she just brought her hands to his chin, pulled him towards her and left a quick kiss on his lips. "That can be easily fixed," she whispered. He cocked his eyebrow, his eyes getting big. Then, she stood up and grabbed her oversized cotton shirt on the floor and pulled it down over her head. As he looked down, he didn't even notice that she was wearing his green checkered boxers. He's always thought that it was her way of teasing him. By casually sleeping in his boxers and flannels and huge shirts. "Someday, Moose. But as of now, breakfast is ready. And we have a wedding to attend," she winked. Moose found that extremely sexy. Her hips swayed beautifully, her slender legs shimmering as it stepped over the other, her messy hair shining an elegant reddish brown. Finally, she left for the door, leaving him alone in his room to drop his mouth in awe over what just happened. "There goes that slow motion thing again."

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The enormous room they visited together looked exactly the same except that it was now full of people in formal wear smiling at each other, obviously happy about the ceremony that's about to happen. Camille recognized a few faces. Some of them were Tyler's old friends that she'd constantly seen in the neighborhood when she was little. Most of them she didn't know, but she assumed they were from Nora's side. Near the altar beside a dashing suit and tie clad Tyler were his groomsmen, Mac Carter and Miles Darby. They were having casual adult talk, as Camille could guess. She gave the whole room a quick once over as she mindlessly played with her curly side braid and antler necklace. The venue was almost full, and she estimated that just over a hundred have arrived. She already knew that the reception would be crazy just by counting heads.

Camille grabbed Moose's hand, leading him to the aisle seat of the third row. Her strapless, flowy lavender dress swished around as they walked, careful not to disturb other people. He would occasionally hold the back of her waist to keep her from losing balance in her tall wedges. Camille thought it was incredibly sweet of him. When they finally settled down, she straightened the black bow tie on his neck as he tilted his chin up, allowing her to work her magic. He was in his best suit, and she definitely appreciated it.

The place grew solemn yet blissful as the music started to play. As soon as Nora, in her immaculately white, feathery dress, entered the doors, Camille instantly saw Tyler's reaction. Nothing but love completely filled his eyes. She was happy that her brother was happy. He found his happiness, and that happiness was walking down the aisle right now. She hoped to experience the same happiness someday, but she believed that she was seating beside it at the moment, listening intently to whatever the priest was saying. In the middle of the ceremony, Moose took Camille's hand and laced his fingers into hers. They smiled contently at each other as he kissed her knuckles and settled their intertwined hands on his lap. When the music played again and the guests have exited the room, they followed the wedded couple out of the venue and to the reception. The ceremony ended successfully, making Tyler and Nora officially husband and wife.

Conveniently enough, the reception was located just a few rooms away from the wedding venue. Moose and Camille were seated on a round table with her foster family throughout the whole program. Seated across her was her foster dad, either side of her was her foster mom and Moose, and beside Moose was the 13-year-old Malcolm, her younger foster brother. The little one was both a talker and a charmer, so of course he and Moose clicked right off the bat.

"So I'm going to MSA next year, too. You went to high school there too, right? Is it a good school? I know that's where you met Camille," he rambled on.

Moose chuckled. "Yeah, it's great. What do you plan on studying?"

Malcolm quickly sipped the water from his glass. "Graphic design. I like to draw you know, and also technology. But to be honest I'm not sure how far drawing alone would take me, so I decided that graphic design was a way to go. It's in demand. Then I plan on going to art school in Sydney or London for college. Hopefully. If I get a scholarship."

Moose cocked his eyebrows. The kid seriously had a plan, and it seemed like he's set for life. He liked him. Fortunately, her foster parents liked Moose a lot, too. It wasn't his first time seeing them, but it was his first time being formally introduced as her boyfriend. They were fairly nice people, he thought.

The celebration went on through the evening. Drinks were being emptied and so was the wide variety of food. The best part, at least to Moose and Camille, was the dancing. Of course they wouldn't miss it, and of course Nora and Tyler danced their butts off as well. It's what they live for, what brought them together. Miles, of course, was the DJ behind the sick music. Moose's ears sprang up as he heard a classy Michael Bublé song mashed with pop and a bit of dubstep. He personally thought it was brilliantly done. As the party continued, nothing extraordinarily special happened except that before the night ended, Nora finally tossed her bouquet of flowers and Camille, without meaning to, caught it in her hands. She was so caught off guard, she almost fell flat on her face. Curse these shoes. Hoots and applause from family and friends were gained out of it. Tyler, who was beside Moose at that time, playfully punched Moose on the shoulder and shook his head of hair, making the younger boy laugh.

So, that is how Camille arrived in Moose's home with a bouquet of Calla Lilies in hand. It was the first thing Moose's dad noticed.

"Did you get married, too?" His dad teased in the middle of reading a Stephen King novel. Moose rolled his eyes, looking down on a chuckling Camille.

"Yeah we did, dad. Your son is now married at 19," he teased back. He couldn't help but quietly mutter to Camille. "Next thing you know, we'll be parents next week." She stifled her laughter, slapping his chest hard. Then his mom suddenly appeared out of nowhere, joining in the tease-fest.

"I caught the flowers back in the day, too! Got married to that man the following year," she said, pointing to her husband who raised his hand above his head. She nudged Camille hard with her elbow, giggling with a tiny voice. Camille stifled her snorting, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Don't get too excited, Mrs. A," she said. "They're just flowers."

His mother just smiled. "They're not just flowers. And that's mom for you, sweetie," she said, gently cupping her chin. "It's about time you started calling me that."

Camille couldn't help but smile back as she pulled the older woman into a hug. The closest thing she had to a real mom. Moose was already seated on the couch as she saw the two women in his life share a moment. He honestly wouldn't know what to do without them. He glanced at his dad who was seated comfortably across him, totally captured by his book. "Hey dad," he called. "Thanks."

The father raised his eyebrows in surprise. "For?"

Moose shrugged nonchalantly. "Everything I guess. For school, for food, for hooking up with mom? I mean where do I even begin?"

The older man shook his head, closing his book. "Well. I was hoping for something more heartfelt there, but that's a good start."

Moose laughed, leaning back against the couch. "But seriously, dad. Really. Thanks."

His dad nodded in approval. "This sounds like the kind of thing we'd forget in the morning, but I'll take it anyway. The more reason I'll cherish it." He smiled. "You're welcome, son. Very much so."

Moose felt peace inside him that night he went to bed. And as Camille nestled closely into his chest, he felt the most content in his whole life. Nothing in the world could have possibly shaken that feeling away.

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