Orlando waited in the car for Whit to get done with her audition. Apparently she was taking him to meet a friend of hers tonight. They were supposed to meet fifteen minutes before but she was running a little late. He turned the radio on and his favorite song was playing, so he turned the music up and started singing. He didn't see her coming until she was banging on the driver's side window.

"Let me in my car,' Whitney said.

He rolled down the window "Your car?" he smirked. 'Last time I checked this was my car. Not yours."

"Yeah, but you don't know the way to her apartment, and I do.' She opened the door and pushed him out of the driver's seat.

He let her push him into the passanger seat, but he stole a quick kiss as she climbed in the driver's seat "Alright you can drive, but you owe me later," he said giving her a knowing smile.

"Always," she said.

"So tell me about your friend," he said, rubbing her hand with his thumb.

"Well, she's 23, she has long red hair, green eyes, and she's insane."

"Does she know you tell people she's insane?"

"If I don't tell them, she will."

He laughed. "Ok. What else."

"Hmmm. She's built like Britney Spears. But she's less of a slut," she said, looking at him.

He looked back at her. "I assume you two are so close you can make fun of each other like that."

"Who said I was making fun of her? I'm telling the truth."

"Whitney! You call your friend a slut?"

"Well, not to her face."

He sighed, looking out the window. "My god."

"I'm kidding," she laughed. "Chill out. I'm not taking you to meet my parents."

"For some reason I'm starting to feel that meeting them would be much easier."

'Trust me it wouldn't be easier,"

They walked into Cameron's apartment to silence. The silence was awkward to Whitney since silence was something you never got from Cameron or her apartment.

"Is she home?" Orlando asked.

"She said she would be. Her car's out front."

Rustling came from across the room followed by a sneeze and a scatter of papers falling off what Whitney assumed to be the desk hiding behind and underneath mounds of paper and books.

"Cam?" Whitney called, holding Orlando's hand and pulling him with her as she tried to make her away across the room.

"If shit's in your way, move it," a voice said.

"To where?" Whitney asked sarcastically.

"Hell I don't know. Set it on fire. I'll go across the hall and get the marshmellows," the voice laughed.

Orlando looked around for the disembodied voice. A head of flaming red hair popped up over an oversized stack of papers.

"Ooooooooh. So you finally bring the lit'le man 'ome, eh?" asked Cameron, doing dead on Irish.

Whitney looked over to see Cameron's head. Of all days for her to be in writer mode. Here she was trying to introduce her new boyfriend and Cameron was in a bun, her librarian glasses, and a slew of voices that were not hers. Well, at least she wasn't in smart ass waitress mode.

Cameron finally came around the mass of junk to eyeball the new boy toy a little better. Damn, Whit had out done herself this time. She went and got King Marshmellow of Marshmellowonia. Whitney watched her friend scope out her boyfriend. Which she had done many times over the years. If she liked him she would raise an eye brow and smirk. If not, she would just smile and introduce herself. She watched as Cameron's eyebrow raised and the smirk soon followed. Phew.

Cameron walked into the kitchen. What was supposed to be the kitchen. "I'd offer you something to drink but I heard the tap water in New York shouldn't be drank."

"No problem," Whitney said, still leading Orlando through the maze. As she neared her friend she realized she must have just got home. She wasn't slouching in pjs as she usually was when she was writing. She was wearing jeans and a button down shirt that was nearly too small.

Cameron threw her glasses on the counter. "I have some red wine though if either of you are interested," she said, waving the bottle.

Whitney looked at Orlando. "Sure," he said.

"Alright then," said Cameron, kicking a box across the floor. "Let's go to the roof before I have a meltdown. And it requires no rusty water drain climbing," she said, too perky, winking at Orlando. She headed up the stairs that lead to the roof.

"You don't suppose she knows anything about me do you?" Orlando asked with a smile.

"Of course not," Whitney smiled back. "She's dense."

Cameron sat on the edge of her lounge chair, long legs crossed, drink in hand, letting the sun soak her face. Whitney hated the way she was acting. She took her hair out of the bun and shook her head to let it "sexily tumble down" as Cam had told her once before. Cameron was being too friendly, too flirty, acting too sexy. She was doing this because Orlando was there. Whitney knew it. Cameron was like that. Not just with her boyfriends but with guys in general. She was a big time flirt. No matter whether she went home with them at the end of the night or not.

"So how long have you two been going out?" Cameron asked.

"I told you," Whitney said, a little meaner than she meant to.

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"When?" asked Cameron, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, giving sideways glances at Orlando.

"I told you the same day I said I wanted you to meet him."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did!"

Cameron knew Whitney was upset with her. Why, exactly, she hadn't pinpointed yet. She would let her win. She sat back in her lounge chair then took a long sip from her glass. "Alright then. I'm sorry. Remind me."

"Five months," Orlando said, feeling the tension between the two friends.

"A new record," Cameron said jokingly.

Whitney was in no mood for jokes at this moment. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Nothing," said Cameron, holding her hands up in defense. "I was kidding. Sorry." She sat silent then, looking at her bare feet.

Orlando sat silent too, not wanting to interfere in the girls' business. The sound of the door opening to the roof turned Whitney's attention.

"Hey Cam," the guy at the door called.

Cameron looked up.

"Come 'ere a minute."

Cameron got up, handing the wine bottle off to Orlando. "Excuse me," she said, then went in the door, closing it behind her.

Orlando sat quiet a moment longer before deciding to say something, anything, to Whitney. "Who was that?" he asked innocently.

"That is Cameron's infamous on again, off again rock star boyfriend slash ex-boyfriend."

"Infamous, huh?"

"Yes," she replied, sipping her wine. "Those two are on and off more than a frequently used light switch."

"Wow."

"Sorry I'm being such a bitch," Whitney said looking at him.

"You're not being a bitch," he replied, wrapping his arm around her.

"Yes I am. I just hate when she acts that way. All flirty and trying too hard to be sexy. She does it all the time with any guy, so I don't know why I let it bother me."

"Because I'm doing it around him," Cameron said, coming back out to sit on her chair.

Whitney looked at her. "So what did Mr. Chad Rockgod want?"

"Just wanted to ask me a question," said Cameron, sitting on her lounge chair Indian style, taking the time to put her hair back in a bun.

"What are you...You might as well leave your hair down. He's already seen it tumble sexy down your shoulders. And don't tell me you're dating him again."

Cameron put her hair in the bun anyway. "I'm not."

"You're not dating him or you're not telling her?" asked Orlando with a smile.

Cameron smiled back. Damn her for flirting. She caught the look her friend was giving her and quickly turned the smile off. "I'm not dating him. He's married now, Whit, for cripe's sake. I'm not that kind of person."

"Then what was he doing?" Whitney asked.

"Asking me a question. Like I told you."

"About what?"

"Business."

"What kind of business, Cameron. Be more specific." No matter what she was saying, Whitney wasn't buying it.

"Just business, Fifty. Just business."

Orlando scooted to the edge of his seat. "Ok. Fill me in here. Why do you call her Fifty?"

"You don't know?" asked Cameron, looking at Whitney who rolled her eyes.

"No."

Cameron smiled. "Ask Whit," she said, pointing at her.

He turned to her. "Why does she call you Fifty?"

"Remember last night?"

"Yes. Vividly actually."

"Ok then."

"I'm still not following. Is there something I'm missing?"

Putting her hands over her mouth to keep from spewing wine all over her best friend and her new boy toy, Cameron started to laugh.

"What's so funny, Gudder?"

"So much for keeping the sexual aspect of your relationship quiet."

Orlando looked between the two girls. "So it's sexual."

"Oh yeah," said Cameron, taking a swig of wine. "And apparently you did something of the sort last night. Involving whipped cream, I presume?" She raised her salon perfectly arched brow.

Orlando turned a little red and Cameron laughed that much more. Whitney threw a pebble at her. She dodged it.

"Hey, it's not my fault. You should have warned him."

"I did. I told him you were insane."

"Well, I'm not the only one."

Orlando turned back to his natural color and straightened, looking at Cameron with a suspicious smile. "Why are you called Gudder?" he asked, hoping to embarrass her as she had them.

She sat back in her chair. "Because my mind's always in the gutter." She smiled.

Orlando shook his head.

"Didn't work out like you planned did it? You wanted to embarrass me."

"No. It didn't work at all."

Only Whitney knew how to bring her down. And if they had a big fight, she would use the information to her advantage and come out the winner of the argument. Cameron looked at her friend. She was happy. And Cameron was happy that she was happy. She could go on to tell more embarrassing stories, but Whitney was already ticked off with her. Why encourage her to spill the one thing that brought her entire world down?

"I have dirt on you, ya know," Whitney said. "I know what embarrasses you."

"What you know does more than embarrass me, and you know it. I've stopped. You don't have to bring it up."

"What about that time you and Chad were on the roof and that news helicopter flew over, shining it's light down?"

Cameron shrugged. "I don't care. Tell it. Doesn't bother me."

Orlando sat back. "I feel I know too much already."

Cameron laughed, "Oh lord, you don't know anything yet."

"I'm going to go get some vodka Cam," She started to go downstairs but then turned around and asked Orlando, "you want a couple shots of tequilla?'

"No,"

"Alright Whatever,"

Whit walked downstairs, and came back up with a full bottle of vodka.

Orlando looked at her,amazed that she would drink. She never had before. She got a large drink out of the bottle

'I guess I'm driving us back to the hotel then?" Orlando asked.

"I guess if you want to, if not I will." She finished off the vodka quickly.

"Believe it or not I'm the alcoholic," Cameron said.

"Well, come on then," Orlando got up and motioned for Whitney. She stood up and started to walk but then she stumbled and Orlando had to help her off the roof.

"Bye Cameron," Orlando said holding Whitney up, "it was...," he hesitated for a second searching for the right words. He couldn't find them, so he decided to lie, "nice meeting you," He walked them to his car and put Whitney in the passanger seat and took off down the road.

"Bye," she said as she watched them leave.