Cameron was lying out on the beach, her red hair fanned out behind her. She was half asleep in her tanning, her black bikini strongly attracting the sun and the attention of many male beach goers. She paid them no attention. She just wasn't in the mood to flirt. Too many meatheads and too little airhead cheerleaders. She put her oversized sunglasses back on and closed her eyes behind them.

"Like no one ever lays out in the sun around here," she said to herself.

So she thought.

"No one quite as beautiful as yourself lays out in the sun around here."

Cameron lifted her sunglasses and looked at Dominic. "That is a terrible pick up line," she said sarcastically.

"I was trying. I have worse," he said, smiling at her as he sat in the sand.

"I'm sure you do." She lowered her sunglasses and leaned back in her lounge chair. "What are you up to?" she asked him.

"No good," he said.

She knew he was smiling. She didn't have to look at him to know. She smiled too.
"Aren't we all?" she joked.

"I suppose. But only you and me will admit it."

"True."

Dominic looked around the beach. It was more crowded than usual today. He saw Cameron here on the beach and decided to throw a pick up line or two her way to see if she would take them. He should have known better. She picked up on his game long before he ever started to play it. But he could try. Maybe he could convince her to go out with him somewhere. Anywhere.

"Hey, uh, do you..." he started.

Cameron sat up, taking her sunglasses off, and looked at him. "Where do you want me to go with you?"

He sat quiet for a second. "Ummm...I don't know."

"Then what is the point of hitting on me?"

"To see if I could and get away with it."

"Well, you have. Now what?"

Dominic looked behind him. "How about The Bungalow."

"What is it?"

"A little bar slash disco slash restaurant."

"They still have discos?"

"Just this one." He smiled slyly. "We are talking about the place whose delicacy is spam. What more do you want from them?'

She smiled back at him, shaking her head. "Alright," she said as she stood. "Let's go." She took her black halter dress from her bag and put it on over her bikini. Stuffing her array of things into her bag and slipping on her sandals at the same time, Dominic stood and folded her lounge chair. She watched him, putting her hair up in a bun then sliding her sunglasses on the top of her head. He tucked the chair under his arm.
"Ready?" he asked, turning to her.

"Always."

With his free hand he took hers and lead her to the road. They stopped briefly at the hotel to leave the lounge chair and Cameron's enormous beach bag then headed off to the bar.

Whitney and Orlando sat facing the wind on the small sail boat. She was sitting in front of him and he was holding her, his chin on her shoulder. He kissed her neck.

"What do you suppose Cameron is doing?" she asked him.

"I don't know. She could be doing anything. Probably with Dominic."

"Doing anything with Dominic?"

"I mean she could be doing anything or she could be with Dominic," he said. "Why are you so worried about her?"

"She's my friend. I have to."

"Not quite the way you are. She's twenty-three, sweetheart. She'll be alright on her own. I can promise you."

"You don't know Cam the way I do," she said, turning to face him.

"You won't let me," he said.

"I don't like her flirting with you."

"You said yourself she does it with everyone, not just me."

"I know but..."

"Whit."

She sighed. "I'm sorry. I just don't want her to get hurt."

"Hurt how?"

"Physically or otherwise. She acts a lot stronger than she actually is."

"I'm sure she's fine. If she's with Dominic, he'll take care of her."

She laughed. Orlando looked at her.

"Not like that, you pervert."

"I'm not laughing because of that. You won't believe what Cameron told me the first day we were here."

"What did she tell you?" he asked with a smile. He knew it was probably something crazy.

"When I went into her hotel room she had changed clothes. She said she and Dominic were goofing off and she got wet so she had to change."

"You do have a dirty mind."

"No, just listen."

Orlando slouched and nodded.

"Her lips were really red. I noticed it when I came in but waited before I said anything. She was acting weird so I asked her, just out of habit, if she slept with him."

"Whitney..."

"I know. I'm terrible. She told me no. I didn't really believe her. And truthfully, I still don't. But I asked her why her lips were so red, she turned to look in the mirror then turned back to me and said 'Oh, I gave him a blow job'."

Orlando layed back on the deck, dying with laughter.

"I thought I was going to pass out." She slapped him. "I don't think it was so funny."

"I'm sorry," he said, sitting up but still laughing. "What was the real reason?"

"She said they went to a little bar and she had Shirley Temples and she kept pressing her lips together. Which, she does that when she's nervous."

"Drinks Shirley Temples?"

"Presses her lips together. A lot."

He nodded. "Oh. Which do you believe?"

"I hope the latter is the truth."

"You hope?"
"Like I said, I don't put anything past Cameron."

"When you said she was a slut, you meant it."

"I did not!" she said louder than she meant to.

"Yes you did," he said. "You believe the things she makes jokes of when you think she's been up to something you don't know about. You really believe she slept with Dominic, even though she told you she didn't AND you believe she gave him a blow job. You take everything she says to heart."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do. That's why when she's out with someone you have a panic attack the entire time." Orlando shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "Those two in bed was not a visual I needed."

"She might not even be out with Dominic," she said, turning away from him.

"She may not. But that doesn't keep you from wondering who she's with and what she's doing," he said, wrapping his arms around her.

Whitney sat silent. Orlando was right. But she wasn't going to tell him that. She didn't put anything past Cameron. She had done a lot of weird, wild, and crazy things over her twenty-three years. She only worried about her being hurt; someone taking advantage of her flirtiness and friendliness. She hoped Cameron was in the hotel room watching porn rather than making it.

Cameron and Dominic sat laughing, the jukebox playing on old Elvis song. She sat swirling a straw in her Shirley Temple glass. He was rubbing a slice of lime around the rim of his Bloody Mary. They were having a good time without the close chaperoning of Whitney and Orlando. Orlando wasn't nearly as bad as Whitney. Cameron knew she was just looking out for her. Lord knew she never did it for herself. It was almost an unwritten friendship law; you watch your friend's back and she'll watch yours. The thing was, Whitney kept a good eye on her own back as well as Cameron's. That was something Cameron hadn't managed to ever do herself. She remembered laying in a hospital bed, not being able to move her legs or turn, her arm in a sling, her nose broke, her jaw wired shut and black and blue from head to toe and writing a note to the nurse asking her to call Whitney and remind her of the audition for some part in a soap opera. Whitney had came to the hospital later that day and told Cameron she owed her a good slap up side her head for worrying about her stupid auditions when her friend was much more important. Cameron drew a smiley face with it's tongue sticking out.

"Cam?" Dominic said, drawing her out of her inner outerspace.

She looked up from her glass. "Sorry. I zoned out. I should have mentioned I do that from time to time."

"Don't we all?"

"But I'm special. I do it more than the average person."

"Of course you're special," he smiled at her. "Who else has a friend tailing them to make sure no one gets closer than three feet to you?"

She laughed her girly laugh then ran her hand across the back of her neck. She hated that laugh. It reminded her of the female mice on Tom & Jerry.

"Aren't you just precious," he said, smiling again. Slyly this time.

She picked an ice cube from her glass and threw it at him. "Shut up."

He laughed. "I, personally, like your baby laugh."

"Baby laugh? I was thinking more along the line of mice."

"Sounds much better coming from you," he said. He picked her ice cube up off the table where it had landed after bouncing off of his forehead. He threw it back to her. She jumped as it went into her dress.

"I hate you," she said as she dug the ice cube out of her cleavage.

"Ah, to be that ice cube," he laughed.

"Not a chance," she said, laying the nearly melted ice cube on the table.

Dominic shrugged. "I tried."

"You need some new pick up lines."

"I know. I don't pick up girls often. How am I supposed to know what's good or bad?"

"Is it easier to pick up guys with those lines," she smirked.

"Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha," he said, unamused.

"Ooooo, it got a bit frigid in here." She laughed.

"You'll pay for that one," he said, pointing at her.

She leaned forward on the table. "Bring it on, loser."

"Loser, eh?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Oh well. Who am I to fight with that."

"Ok I win. Now tell me what your worst pick up line was."

Dominic looked up at the straw roof of the bungalow. "Uh, I was drunk the night I used it. I remember that." He looked at her. "From other people, of course."

"Of course."

"I think I said something along the lines of 'Hey, do you like jigsaw puzzles? Let's go back to my place and see if my piece fits into yours'."

Cameron laughed.

"I know, it's terrible. I never used that line sober, so I knew I had to be drunk when my friends told me what I said."

"That has got to be one of the best of worst pick up lines."

"What's the worst you've heard?"

"Oh my god." She sat back in her chair. "I was filling in as a bartender at this club my ex and his band use to play at. I had a sucker in my mouth to keep from drinking the drinks I was making. This meathead comes to the bar, looks me up and down then says 'The way you're workin' that sucker, you've gotta give good head'."

Dominic's eyes widened. "Wow."

"There's more. I looked right at him and said 'You're right. I do'. His mouth dropped open and I sat a mug of beer on the bar and said 'See'."

Dominic laughed. "I get it. Head. Foam. Beer."

"Yeah. He got it after I sat the beer on the counter. But it was hilarious. People made fun of that guy for weeks."

"I'll bet."

Cameron sat listening to the jukebox as "One More Try" by George Michael came on. She nodding her head for a second then reached her hand out to Dominic. He looked at her hand then at her face.

"Come on, dance with me," she said.

"What?"

"Dance...with...me," she said slowly.

"I can't dance."

"Of course you can. Everyone can dance. Maybe not well, but everyone can dance."

"No, I am dancing impaired. Sorry."

She got out of her seat and walked over to him. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out onto the empty floor. He whined.

"Cameron..."

"You've been hitting on me since I came to Hawaii. Do something for me," she said, pulling him to her. "Just this once."

He wrapped his right arm around her, still holding her hand with his left. "I thought getting you drunk on Shirley Temples to take advantage of you was enough." He smiled.

"If you don't dance with me I can sober up real quick."

He sighed, leaning his forehead on her shoulder. "This is excruciating."

"What are you talking about?" she said, moving her shoulder. He moved his head away. "The only people here are you, me, and the bartender. Who the hell is going to notice what a horrible dancer you are? Chill out for cripe's sake, you baby."

He smiled bigger. "You're something else."

"I told you I was special."

Orlando and Whitney walked up the beach on their way to the hotel. Whitney was hoping to see Cameron sitting outside smoking a cigarette out of boredom. She wasn't there. The light in her room wasn't on and her lounge chair was sitting outside the door. Where in the world was she?

"Would you look at that," Orlando said.

Whitney turned back and looked at him. He was looking toward the nearby tiki bar. She followed his gaze. There in the middle of the floor was Cameron and Dominic...dancing. Dancing? Since when did Cameron dance like that. It was, well, normal and civilized. Oh who was she to talk? She played Britney Spears in a movie, gyrating and shaking everything she had and some of what she didn't in front of millions of people. But this was Cameron. She walked back to Orlando.

"What in the world are they doing?" she asked.

"They're dancing, sweetheart."

"I knew that."

"That's what they're doing. It's innocent."

Whitney saw Cameron's purse at a table. She noticed the drinks on the table; the empty glasses amongst the full.

"They've been drinking," said Whitney.

"They drink, Whit. We know that."

"They're probably drunk. So it's not that innocent."

"You think very little of both of them," Orlando said, looking away from Dom and Cameron and to Whitney.

"I don't want her to get hurt," she said as she started to walk toward the bungalow.

Orlando grabbed her arm. She turned to him.

"Please let me go," she said.

"He won't do anything to hurt her, Whitney. Leave them alone."

"They're drunk!" she protested.

"How do you know that? Do you know exactly how much it takes to get them drunk?"

"No."

"Then you can't say they're drunk. Dominic won't do anything that will hurt her. Around her, with her, to her, nothing. Trust a little more."

"How do you know he won't hurt her?" she asked, still not believing him.

"I've known him for seven years. He's never done anything like you're thinking before. And if he were going to hurt her, why would he wait this long? It's been nearly a week."

"He's trying to gain her trust maybe?"

"Whitney," Orlando said, holding her face between his hands. "I swear to you, nothing will happen to her while she is with him. You know as well as I do if he did Cameron would come to you. And you would tell me if you weren't already in jail for Dom's murder. She'll be fine. They'll be fine."

Whitney only looked into the face of this man who she trusted so much. Orlando had never lied to her. She could always take his word. His word was as good as gold. He had never let her down this far. Why would it change now?

"Besides," he said, "they're rather cute together."

Whitney turned to look at them. They were gone. She turned back to Orlando. He smiled at her.

"Come on, let me get your mind on something else," he said then lead her to their hotel room.

Two hours after leaving The Bungalow and walking the beach talking and goofing off, Dominic walked Cameron to her hotel room.

"Thanks for a good time," she said, turning to him as he came up beside her.

"My pleasure," he smiled. "We should do it again before you leave."

Cameron smirked at him. "Are you making moves on me again, Dominic Monaghan?"

"Yes. I believe I am."

She laughed. "Alright. Just so you're honest."

He placed his hand on his heart. She smiled. She unlocked the door and opened it. She reached over grabbing his shirt collar, bringing him closer to her. She kissed him. When she let him go, he stood shocked.

"What was that for?" he asked curiously.

"That was for the drinks."

He smiled nervously. "I should buy you drinks more often."

Before he could finish another thought Cameron wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed him again; deeper this time. He stood surprised, but welcoming her kiss. He returned her kiss. Their tongues fought for a moment until she pulled away, pressing her lips together. Dominic rubbed his cheek.

"That was for the dance," she said then smiled, turning and going into her room and closing the door.

Dominic stood outside the closed door for a couple of minute before he walked away, his hands deep in his pockets.

"I should really learn to dance."k I win. Now tell me what your worst pick up line was."e.