The view they saw from inside the cab was amazing. Cameron couldn't wait to be out and see the entire beach scene. She had been to many beaches, but a beach in Hawaii was a different story. Once the cab came to a stop, everyone jumped from the backseat to have a look around while the driver unloaded the bags. Orlando was the first to the edge of the small cliff that overlooked the beach.

"This is amazing."

Cameron soon was by his side. "Wow."

Whitney nearly pushed Cameron off the cliff to edge between the two of them. "It's beautiful." Whitney loved Cameron, but somehow she felt not as much as she was beginning to love Orlando. Maybe she had known Cameron for ions, but she wasn't going to let her come between her and the man she loved.

"Welcome to the beautiful island of Oahu!" said a voice as it neared.

Orlando turned and walked to the voice. Whitney followed suit.

"Hey Dom," Orlando said, hugging his friend.

"How was your trip?"

"Great."

"Hello beautiful," Dominic said, hugging Whitney.

"How've you been?"

"Good, good, good," he replied, sticking his hands in his pockets, smiling, then rocking back and forth on his heels. "She with you?" he asked, nodding toward Cameron who still stood at the cliff.

"Yeah. She's Whitney's friend. We brought her along to keep Whit occupied," said Orlando.

"I thought that was your job," Dominic joked, patting his friend on the back.

"If I'm not around."

"Is she just gonna stand there all day or is someone goin' to push her?" asked Dominic.

"I thought about it," Whitney said, without a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"I thought maybe you did. I saw you nearly knock her off when you went over."

"Cameron," Orlando called, "C'mon. Let's go."

Cameron turned, picking up her bag then walking over. She looked up from her feet into the face of Dominic whose face went absolutely blank. He stared. Orlando and Whitney watched them. Cameron smiled and applied her flirty eyes. Yep, it was official, Whitney thought. Being a flirt was a reflex for Cameron. Orlando took it upon himself to introduce them.

"Dom, Cameron Urban. Cameron, Dominic Monaghan."

"Hi," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. Too bad her hair wasn't up so she could take it down and let it tumble. But two out of three wasn't bad.

Whitney watched her. Her "flirt with every guy that looks your way" thing was definitely a reflex.

"Hu..." Dominic slurred.

"Smooth, Dom. Real smooth," said Orlando.

Dominic took a second to try and gather his composure. He took a breath, took his hands out of his pockets, and smiled.

"Nice to meet you," he finally said, reaching his hand out to her.

"Like wise," she said, shaking his hand.

"Ok Dominic. You can let go now," said Whitney, trying not to laugh at him. If only he knew what he were getting himself into.

Dominic let Cameron's hand go and stuffed his back in his pockets. He began to rock on his heels again.

"Are you on crack?" teased Orlando, stealing a line from Cameron.

"No. Speed."

Whitney and Orlando shot him a look. Cameron smiled. He was lying. He smiled back at her.

"If I knew you were bringing someone else I would have gotten more than two tickets," Dominic said.

"Tickets for what?" Orlando asked.

"For an island cruise," he said, pulling the tickets from his back pocket. "I figured you two should see Hawaii. And what better way to see it than in the water, eh?" He handed the tickets off to Whitney.

"How sweet. Too bad we can't go."

"Who says you can't?" asked Dominic.

"What are we going to do with Cameron?" Whitney asked.

"What is she, your kid?" he asked, gesturing toward her. "She's a big girl. I'm sure she can take care of herself." He smiled again.

"We don't want to abandon her," said Orlando.

"Go. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. How much trouble could I possibly get into?" Cameron asked.

"You?" said Whitney. "A lot."

"If it will make you feel any better," Dominic said, walking toward Cameron, "I'll take her with me." He stood by her side. "You two can go be alone on your little cruise and Cameron and I will..." he paused to look at her. She looked back. "Well, I don't know what we'll do but we can come up with something."

"Are you..." Orlando started.

Dominic grabbed Cameron's bag in one hand and Cameron's hand in the other and started to walk away. "Go. Have fun," he called back as they walked down the hill. "I'll take good care of her, I promise."

Orlando and Whitney watched their two friends get smaller and smaller as they walked away together, hand in hand.

"Where do you think they'll go?" Whitney asked.

"My guess is... his apartment."

About 4 hours later, Whitney and Orlando returned from their mini-cruise. While Orlando went into their hotel room to make a phone call, Whitney went to Cameron's room to see if she was there. Much to her surprise, she was.

"Hey Whit," Cameron said, throwing her clothes on the bed.

"How long have you been here?"

"Ummm," she straightened. "An hour? Or so?"

Whitney looked at her. She didn't look different. A little red. She and Dominic probably went down to the beach. But that didn't explain why she had changed clothes or why her lips were so red.

"Why did you change clothes?" Whitney asked suspiciously.

Cameron looked over at her pile of clothes. "They got wet. So I changed. How was your cruise with lover boy?"

"They got wet. How did they get wet?"

"From the water, you dimwit. What's with the questions?" asked Cameron, turning her full attention to her friend. Whitney thought something was up. Cameron knew it would take a miracle for her to believe the truth also.

"Did you have sex with Dominic?" asked Whitney without hesitation.

Cameron stood silent for a second, her hands on her hips.

"Oh my god, you did," she sighed.

"No I didn't!"

"Then why did you change clothes?"

"Because they got wet!" Cameron exclaimed. "We went down to the beach and goofed off. We ended up waist deep in the water. I came back and changed."

"Is that it?"

"Yes. I didn't have sex with him. Hell, I didn't even kiss him."

"Then why are your lips so red?" Whitney asked, still suspicious.

Cameron rubbed her lips. "Oh," she said. "I gave him a blow job," she said, then bent over to finish unpacking.

Whitney sat down heavy on the bed, her mouth open. "Du..." She couldn't even speak. Her friend met Orlando's friend and in one day, four measly hours, they had already engaged in a sexual activity. Cameron came over and sat beside her.

"You can close your mouth now."

Whitney looked at her, mouth closed now, but still with an unbelieving, disappointed look.

"And you can quit giving me that 'you've screwed up again' look."

"You gave him a bl..."

"I didn't do anything. I was kidding."

"Kidding?"

"Yeah. Ya know. Like 'Ha ha ha ha ha'? It was a joke. I had a couple Shirley Temples and kept pressing my lips together."

"You were nervous?" Whitney questioned and smiled.

"He's hot," said Cameron, standing and going over to the sink to wet a washcloth. "I kept myself from doing what you thought I did." She started scrubbing her lips with the rag. "I'm a flirt, not a slut."

"Since when?" Whitney teased.

Cameron came back to the bed. "I hate to be the one to burst this whored up bubble image you have of me, but I haven't slept with nearly as many guys as you think I have."

Whitney only looked at her.

"What? You want proof or something?"

"No, I just..."

"You don't believe me."

Whitney looked away. Cameron shrugged.

"Hey, no big deal. You took what you saw at face value. I can't blame you."

"Well," Whitney said, standing, "you never tried to convince me otherwise."

"I didn't think I had to."

Cameron knew a lot of people thought of her as some easy slut. She just didn't know her best friend would be one of those people. Sure, she probably could have got Dominic into bed with her. Most guys aren't hard to convince. But why would she compromise anything? Was there anything to compromise? Maybe her friendship with Whitney. What would have happened if she had slept with him? Would he tell Orlando? Cameron knew she wouldn't tell anyone. If he told him, would Orlando tell Whitney?