I walked into the house, somehow managing to haul seven bags of groceries and close the front door behind me. I stepped into the kitchen and put them up. I grabbed the pineapple and began cutting it up to give me something to do.

After I was finished Cam walked down. "Hey," she said, waving at me.

"Hi," I said, putting the knife in the sink. She grabbed a bowl and a fork and began eating the pineapple. I liked that she already felt at home enough to do this. I had thought I'd feel weird having a stranger invade my home but it made the place slightly less lonely.

I sat down and watched her eat the pineapple enviously. I suddenly felt the strong urge to eat some. "Don't you want any?" Cam asked.

I smiled and looked at her instead of her food. "Oh, yes," I said truthfully, "But I'm allergic."

She frowned. "I'm sorry, Marissa," she said, putting down her bowl, "If I had known I wouldn't have asked for it. Did you buy have anything to drink?"

"It's fine and there's water and pop in the fridge," I answered. I took a drink of my Mellow Yellow. "Besides, Damian likes pineapple so you'll have help."

"Damian?"

I realized I hadn't told her about Damian. "Next door neighbor," I responded, "He's over here a lot."

"Oh," she said, raising her eyebrow suggestively, making me blush, "So you're the girl next door who'll get the guy at the end, huh?"

"Oh, he's already got me," I said, taking another drink. The front door opened. "Speak of the devil," I murmured.

"Hey, Mars!" Damian called from the living room, "Look at this. I managed to touch my tongue to my nose." I face palmed and looked at Cam apologetically. He walked into the kitchen, not even seeing her. "See, after four years I've finally gotten it! See?" He demonstrated. I looked at him painfully.

I nodded my head to Cam. "Oh," he said, putting his tongue away, "Hello."

"Hi," she said, smiling at us.

"Cam," I said, "This is Damian." Damian waved.

"Hey," he said, turning back to me, "In addition to my newfound talent I found a new recipe!" I groaned. "C'mon, Mars! Look, it has bell peppers and tomatoes, and egg."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Only the best sounding pasta ever!" he said, looking like a little kid describing his shiny new toy.

"That's what you said last week when you made that spaghetti thing," I said.

"C'mon, Mars," he pleaded, "Free food!"

"You use my food to make it," I cried, "I buy it, you just make it."

"And that has made all the difference," he quoted. I sighed and gave in. He jumped and rushed to the fridge and started pulling out food. Cam fled to a barstool to give him room. "It is going to be so worth it, Mars," Damian assured me as we watched him start cooking.

"I'm sure," I said flatly.

"Just you wait," he said, waving a spatula at me, "You're about to have the best spaghetti ever!" I saluted him.

"Hey, Cam," I said, "Do you want me to show you those remotes?" she nodded and we went into the living room and sat on the couch. "Okay, this one," I said, picking up black one, "Controls the TV." I picked up a gray one, "This controls the VHS player- yes we still have one of those." I picked up the two white ones.

"These are for the Wii. The other accessories are in that chest. I have Netflix so I'll show you how it works." I turned on the Wii and looked at the icons. "Okay so we have the news, the game that's currently in the drive, the weather channel, and Netflix. So go crazy. I'm going to go make sure that Damian doesn't burn the house down."

"That only happened once!" he shouted from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and climbed over the couch to go meet him in the kitchen. "Besides," he said, kissing me, "I learned my lesson. Never spray the-"

I smirked. "I know, you've told me. Never spray the pan with the burner on."

He smiled. "Right." He kissed me. I wrapped my hands around his neck until the food started to smell like it was burning. I pushed him off and he jumped into action, stirring the sauce and turning down the heat. I snickered and sat down. He took out a tray of fresh garlic bread and began making a special sauce for that.

A couple minutes later Damian put three plates on the counter. He grabbed a bottle of red wine and three wine glasses. I told Cam it was ready. "It looks amazing," she said, sitting down, "but you realize you're not legal to drink, don't you?"

"Yes but technically," Damian said, "I'm legal in my home country, Mars is in her own home, and you're over 21 so it's all good." She frowned at him. She wasn't charmed by the accent, something I found oddly refreshing. But she didn't say anything so we drank our wine and ate our spaghetti.

After a few minutes of eating in silence Damian smiled cockily at me. "So," he said, "Best spaghetti ever?"

"Yes," I grumbled, admitting defeat. I sipped my wine and looked at his grinning face. He looked too damn cute to not give a peck on the cheek as I went to put my plate in the sink.

"Ha!" he said, "I told you!" I loved how his eyes popped when he shouted "ha" and smiled. I shook my head at him. I grabbed another slice of garlic bread and smiled at him as I chewed.

"Well," Cam said, "I should go check up on your father." She thanked Damian for dinner and walked up to my dad's room.

"We're alone," I said, smiling suggestively.

"What'll we do?" she asked, setting down his wine. We looked at each other, smiling subtly.

"Mario Kart," we said in unison, running to the living room.