***

They go to the pizza parlor, and order a plain pie. When the pizza arrives, the young waitress sets it down in front of them. Without thinking, they both reach at the same moment for the same slice of pizza. Their hands touch, and both are reluctant to pull away, lingering for more than a few seconds on the smooth skin of the other's hand. After a little while, they realize what they are doing, and both pull away quickly, neither of them taking the slice. Mary smiles to herself, remembering how nice it is to be with him.

"So…um…" Wilson laughs nervously. "You and Ben…"

"Broke up."

Wilson smiles, but quickly realizes that and wipes it away.

"Actually, that's kind of what brought me here. I broke up with him, and started dating this other guy to get back at him. Only, he was 51 years old."

Wilson's eyes widened.

"Well, I told myself that it was to get back at Ben, but it really was to get back at my family. And well, there are no Camdens in Florida. You understand, don't you?"

The funny thing is, Wilson does understand. Even the vague story she gave him, with tons of details left out, he understands. The two of them have this strange connection, and even tough they haven't seen each other for over 10 months, it is still as strong as it ever was.

***

After the small incident at the pizza place, Mary more attracted to Wilson than ever. The whole car ride back to her condo, all she could think about was kissing him, just one more time. Now, they are both getting ready for bed, discreetly. They had slept, literally slept, together before, but not as long as a whole night's worth.

They crawl in, both staying on their own sides of the bed.

"Well…um…good night." Mary says.

"Night." He says, rolling over, his back now facing hers.

In the middle of the night, Mary starts to toss and turn in her sleep. She pondered the idea of possibly getting back together with Wilson all night, awake and asleep. Mary rolls over, onto Wilson's side of the bed, still asleep, and puts her arm around him. She moves once again, placing her head on his chest. Wilson subconsciously knows she is there, although he is still asleep, and places his hand on her back. They stay like that for the rest of the night.

In the morning, Mary wakes up first. She realizes the position that she is in, and her initial reaction is to move off of him as unnoticeably as possible. But then she thinks, "Hey, why should I move? He isn't even awake yet. I'll just pretend to be asleep and I can enjoy lying here for a little longer." She closes her eyes once again, and rests for a bit longer in top of Wilson.

Wilson awakens nearly a half hour later, and Mary gets nervous. "Oh, great. Should I move?" She thinks to herself as she can feel Wilson wake up. "Too late now. Maybe I can just pretend I'm asleep."

Wilson raises his head off of the pillow and looks down at Mary on his chest. He is confused, but smiles anyways at the sight of it. He decides to shake her gently, to see if she will wake up. As he does that, Mary stirs, trying her best to appear as though she is just waking for the first time this morning. Wilson could tell that Mary was already awake, especially by her fake yawn, but says nothing.

"Oh my gosh!" Mary says, sounding very phony. She sits up, and scoots away from Wilson. "I'm so sorry."

"That's OK, really. It reminds me of good times." At that, they both smile, remembering all of the happy moments they had shared together, which out weighed the few bad by a long shot.

They get up and go into the kitchen to get breakfast. Mary takes two plates out of the cabinet. She turns around to face Wilson, handing him the plates.

"Could you put these on the table for me?"

Wilson takes the plates, slightly brushing Mary's hand. He stops, plates still in his hands, and stares at Mary. She stares back at him, looking deep into his eyes. She desperately wanted to be with Wilson- get back together with him just one more time.

After a few seconds, which seem like an eternity for the two, Wilson slowly leans in to kiss Mary. She sees him do this, and she closes her eyes expectantly. The kiss is innocent, almost as though they were kissing each other for the first time.

Their lips part, and Wilson begins to pull away. Mary does not let him do so- she will not let him get away again. She grabs his face into her hands and presses her lips against his. Wilson neither objects nor stops Mary from doing this. He kisses her back, with the same force she is using. As they continue to make out, Wilson places the dishes on the table, never parting from Mary.

After 20 minutes, they part from one another, and look down at the floor, almost in shame. Mary smiles happily to herself, and Wilson does the same. Minutes later, Mary works up the courage to speak.

"Wow…that was, um…"

"Yeah…" Wilson answers.

They both laugh nervously.

"OK, so now what? Should we talk?" Mary asks.

"Yeah, we should."

They both sit down at the table. Neither of them says anything to each other, both at a loss for words. Wilson chooses his words very carefully, planning exactly what he is going to say down to the syllable.

"If you want me to leave, I'll go."

"No, I don't want you to leave. Stay, please. Don't go. I'm so lonely here; I need you."

"Whoa. I wasn't expecting that. Well, actually I've been pretty lonely, too. I could use some company right about now."

"You're more than welcome to stay as long as you like."

Wilson smiles, but quickly wipes it away. "I hope that kiss doesn't make things weird between us. Because if it does, I could…uh, take it back."

"You can't take back a kiss. I would have taken back kissing Ben last January if I could have." Mary pauses and grabs Wilson's hand. "That whole thing with Ben was huge mistake- kissing him, getting together with him, all of it. I never wanted to be with him. I love you, I still do."

"But that's why we broke up in the first place. Everything that doesn't turn out just right for you ends up being a big mistake with you. It wasn't that I didn't want to be with you anymore Mary, it was that I couldn't take that. I kept thinking, 'What's going to be next?'"

"Oh," Mary says crushed. "Well, I guess I can't argue with that. I have been immature in the past. But I'm different now, even I notice the difference."

"If you're so different, then why did you flee to Florida?"

"I didn't flee! I-I ran away, which is a lot like fleeing. But I left because I wanted to be on my own for a while. If I did flee from anything, which I didn't, I fled from all of the other Camdens. I'm lost; I don't feel like I'm one of them anymore. I'm a stranger in my own family. Come to think of it, I never considered myself to be like them. They're all…one way…and I'm, well…a different way."

"Were you going to say that they're good and you're not? Because if you were, you couldn't be more wrong Mary. You're a wonderful person, a good person, and I feel like I've failed as an ex-boyfriend and a friend in general if you can't see that about yourself after all of the time we've spent together."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I love you, and I only want the best for those I love."

"You-you love me?"

"Yes, I love you Mary. I'm crazy about you, or I'm just plain crazy I haven't determined which yet."

Mary laughs at Wilson's comment. "I love you too."