A/N: I think everybody knows that I do not own any of the Step Up movies or characters, so no need to mention it again.

So, I want more reviews! Apparently no one cares abot this story, but I'm gonna keep writing anyway, cause I like this pairing so screw y'all!

Chapter 3:

Camille was feeling very confident about her and Moose. Since last night she had forgotten all about being nervous around him. She realized he was still her best friend, the only difference was that now she had even more.

The previous night had been great, adn she had been brave enough to kiss him first. If she could do that, then she didn't have any more worries because that was the thing that scared her the most. When she thought about it now, she laughed at herself for being so silly. Why would he reject her, if he was the one who made the first move?

So she was feeling pretty good with herself by then, but she had to go to class so she gathered her stuff and left her doorm. Maybe she would find her boyfriend on the way there. She couldn't help but smile at the thought... Her boyfriend.

It was a complete different story with Moose. He was at the point of freaking out. He had felt great the night before, but all that was gone as soon as he was alone again. He was nervous all the time, he was completely self-concious, he didn't know how to act. Bascially, he was a mess around Camille.

He knew why, though: he was afraid of losing her. She was his best friend and he knew he put everything on the line the moment he kissed her. But his experience with Sophie had teached him that relationships are tough and dangerous. He wasn't sure he was willing to take those chances with Camille.

Camille. When he thought of her, his stomach filled with butterflies and his breathing accelerated. Sometimes he felt like a highschool girl. But he couldn't deny it: he liked her. He had kissed her because he had feelings for her. Not friendly feelings, but romantic. And he had admitted this to her.

He just wished he could feel better about his decision to be with her in an actual relationship. He looked at the clock and realized he was going to be late if he didn't leave for class immediately, so he grabbed his backpack and ran out the door.

Camille texted Moose on her way out. She hadn't seen him all day and that sucked. She knew he was running late, so she wasn't mad at him or anything, but she was feeling angsty already.

He texted back and told her to meet him in the entrance of NYU, but there was a huge sea of people and she couldn't see him anywhere. She decided to wait next to the bus stop so she could see him when he came out. It wasn't so hard. Moose tended to stand out because of his thick mass of dark curly hair. She gave him a big smile and ran up to him.

"Hey!" She said when she reached his side. "Where you late?"

"No, I was right on time." He said. "I had to sit in the back, tough. All the good seats were taken when I got there." He scratched the back of his head.

"Oh, bummer." Camille said. She then took his hand and laced her fingers through his. "But now there's no talking about school. There's just you and me, okay?" She offered him a smile and he returned it.

"Yeah." He said. "I think i need some Moose and Camille time." He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze and kept walking. "So do you wanna go grab something ot eat? I'm kinda hungry."

"Uhm, sure." She replied. "I could use some chinese food right now. I heard about his place that's supposed to be amazing."

"Okay, then." Moose said. "Mystery great place, here we go!"

They got their food and chose a table on the far left. There weren't many people there, but a lot had ordered take-out. Camille guessed it was the most popular of all, but the food did look delicious.

"So." She said, looking at Moose. He seemed nervous. "What's up?"

Moose still looked nervous. Did he have a test or something coming up? "Not much." He said.

"Why are you so nervous?" Camille asked bluntly. She wasn't going to pretend like she didn't notice. She just knew him too well. Moose's eyes shot up and met hers.

"Uhm." He said. "I d-dunno." He stuttered and looked down at his food.

Camilled giggled. "C'mon, you can tell me." She said. "Do you have a test?" She nudged him on the side, but he didn't answer her.

"You know, we are gonna have tests and stuff, it's nothing to be nervous about. Besides you're doing great! You won't fail!" Moose kept staring straight ahead and shrugged his shoulders. "Moose?" Camille stopped and grabbed his arm.

Moose avoided her eyes once more and looked at his feet. "I don't have a test, Camille." She frowned in confusion. He sighed and kept his eyes on his feet. He wouldn't dare tell her that he was having second thoughts about being with her. That would be a complete mistake, besides, he didn't want to lose her.

"Then, what's wrong Moose?" Camille stepped closer and tilted his chin up with her hand. "C'mon, look at me." Her eyes were full of worry and anxiety. For him. He had to stop the drama, he couldn't do this. Not to her.

"Okay." He squared his shoulders. And looked at her dead in the eye. He could lie to er if he really worked on it. So he put all of his strength in making his eyes and voice convincing. "I've been worrying about the Pirates. I'm worried that we'll loose the Vault again." He told her. She relaxed instantly. She even giggled a little. Sometimes, she could be such a girl and thta made Moose smile.

"Don't be silly, Moose." She assured him. She grabbed his arm and rested her cheek on his shoulder. "There's absolutely no need for you to be worried. You guys have the money you won from the World Jam and you still have the club downstairs."

"You mean we." Moose said. "The money that we won. You included." He looke down at her and she shrugged. "Don't do that, you know I'm right." She nodded and they kept walking. Moose smiled at her and she smiled back. These moments were Moose's favorites. They were themselves again. Two bestfriends talking about random stuff. No need to think if there's a relationship between them or not. They were just walking down the streets in New York and everything was fine.

Camille sighed contently. She loved being able to talk like this with Moose. Even though, she knew he didn't tell her the truth, she liked making him believe he fooled her. She guessed he would tell her what was wrong eventually. Afterall, she couldn't force him if he didn't want to.

She slowly slipped her hand into his and laced their fingers together. He returned the gesture after a few seconds by ginving her fingers a little squeeze. Her smile faltered for a second because of his hesitation. She thought they were already past that. She sighed, this time it wasn't a happy sigh. With Moose you never know. She thought.

"Do you have any homework or something, Camille?" Moose said after a while. They had been walking for almost an hour and it would take them a while to get back to NYU. She looked up and shoock her head.

"Nothing I need to do today." Moose nodded and kept walking with Camille's hand in his. At least he hadn't tried to get his hand back. That was part of those little things Moose did from time to time that made Camille wonder if she really knew everything about him. Sometimes he was a complete mytery to her.

"Do you wanna go get some coffee?" He was staring at a starbucks on the way and looked at her for an answer. She nodded. They made a turn and went inside. It was half empty and the staff looked wuite bored. They ordered their drinks and sat down at a table. Camilled was looking at people walking and felt Moose staring at her.

"What?" She said.

"Nothing." Moose looked very distracted. Like he was some place else completely. That made Camille worry even more then she already was. That was very out of character for him. "I was just looking at you."

"Okay." Camilled mumbled and fixed her gaze on her java-chip frappuccino. It was her all-time favorite from Starbucks. She had been ordering the same thing for years. Moose, on the other hand, always ordered a caramel frappuccino. With soy milk. He was a freak like that. Who in their right mind mixed caramel with soy milk?

"This is so weird." Moose had shifted his position so his chin was resting on the pal of his hand and he was staring out the window absent-minded. Camille's eyebrows pulledtogether. "This is such a normal thing for us to do, but we can't seem to find anything to talk about." He explained. "Weird, huh?"

Camile's expression turned sad. "Well, things were different back then." She said. Everything was a lot more sompler and Moose actually told her what was going through his mind back then. That's what she really wanted t say.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He looked at her. "Hey, no need to be all sad. I'm just saying." He sounded wary now. He knew he had said the wrong thing.

"I know." Camille met his eyes. "And that's exactly what's wrong!" She was getting agitated now. "Things are supposed to be easier now that we're together, but apparently things are just getting harder every day." She huffed and stared at the table.

Moose didn't know what to say. He was lost. Had she noticed he lied before? No way. "Camille, I never said that." He rested his hand on hers. "I didn't mean it that way." She gave him her oh-yeah-really? look and he grimaced in response.

"Then why won't you just say it already?" She said. "You feel it's not working and I'm not good girlfriend." Moose held his hands up in defense. And started to say something, but she cut him off first. "Don't. Just don't." She got up from the table and left Moose staring at the back of her retreating form.

When Camille was back in her dorm she started analysing what had just happened. She was right, that's what Moose had been thinking about and didn't want to tell her. Of course he didn't say anything. He knew it would hurt her.

She started crying then. She was such an idiot to think that starting a relationship with Moose would be so simple. Things like these never came naturally to her and that's why she had never even had a boyfriend to begin with. She had no idea why Moose would even want to kiss her in the train station in the first place. He knew her. He should've know things weren't going to work out between them, but yet he kissed her anyway. Camille had a suspicion that maybe he did it because he got caught up in the moment. But that wasn't really a good excuse, either.

And now she was alone in her room crying. That's how things really turned out with them. She would always be the best friend on the side, waiting for Moose to notice her while he went out with girls like Sophie Donovan. What did he even see in her anyway? She was older than him and a complete jerk in Camille's opinion. Yes, she had been nice to Moose while she had a crush on him. But that was only becauseof his dancing. Once she met his real dorky self, she ran away.

The droky self that Camille happened to love.

Moose was in shock. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Did Camille just break up with him? He wasn't very sure, but it did feel like it. She had seen right through his lie. Not correctly, becuase he never thought she was a bad girlfirend, but she had known he was having second thoughts about their relationship. He felt a sort of freedom. Like he wasn't tied to anything anymore. And he didn't like it.

He had to do something. It didn't matter how stupid he could be, or how nervous or scared. He like Camille, and he wasn't going to let her walk away from him. No way, not again.

Someone knocked on Camille's door. "Go away!" She said and burried her head in her pillow again. she wasn't in the mood for ay college parties right now and all she could hear outside her door was loud music and people. A lot of people.

"Chameleon, it's me." Moose's voice sounded muffled by the door in front of him. Camille's head snapped up from the pillow and she quickly wiped her tears. She debated wheteher or not to open the door. Why did he have to keep coming? "Cami, I'm really sorry." She heard him say. His voice was barely audible, but she still understood. "Please open up."

Camille sighed and got up. She went to the doorn and took a deep breath before opening it. "What do you want Moose?" He walked inside past her and paced a little around the room. Camille closed the door and turned to face him.

"Look, I'm sorry." He looked nervous, but most of all worried. "You have to believe me, Cam. I never thought you were a bad girlfriend." Camilles shoulders slumped. She went to sit down in the couch. Thank God he roomate had decided not to be there today.

"Then what was going through your mind, Moose?" She felt the tears trying to come back again, but she pushed them back. She knew it wasn't the moment ot break down.

"I dunno." He resumed his pacing. "I was nervous." He adjusted his beanie and pulled a chair to sit down on. "I don't wanna loose you." He looked into her eyes and she knew he was being sincere. She couldn't hold the tears back anymore and started crying again. Moose got up immediately and sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Don't cry, please."

"I'm sorry." She sobbed. "It's just that I really don't wanna loose you either." She nuzzled in his chest and cried for a little while. Moose didn't say anything, he just let her ruin his shirt. He was genuenly worried about her. He couldn't remember the last time she had ever cried in front of him, so this was a big deal.

"Hey, it's never been about you." He said. "I'm just nervous abut being with you because my experience with Sophie wasn't really good and I don't want that to happen between us." He rested his chin on the top of her head and tightened his arms around her.

Camille's sobs slowed down after a while until they finally stopped. She pulled away from him and wiped her face with her sleve. "That's not gonna happen to us." She muttered. She looked up at him for the first time and saw how worried he was abut her. He really had been thinking about that. "Moose, I know you and you know me. I'm not Sophie Donovan, okay?"

"I know that." He shook his head and looked down at his hands. "I didn't like the feeling of losing you, Cami. I was too lonely. And that's why I'm so nervous about us, I don't want to be alone again." He looked into her eyes and sighed.

"I'm not going anywhere." Camilled moved closer to him and gave him a hug. She was a little shocked about the things he had said. She never thought that the whole deal with Sophie would make him so insecure about himself. "You'll never be alone as long as I'm around."He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. He realized there really was nothing to worry about.

OKay, I'm so sorry about this chapter. I know it's a piece of garbage, but I'm very sleepy and I didn't know what to write anymore but I had to finish the chapter so what came out was this.

I'm trying not to make Camille and Moose fall out of character, but it's becoming really hard for me because there really isn't much information about Camille like, anywher so I don't really know how to make her act.

Any ideas or suggestions, please write me a review telling me. And please review! Even if it's only to tell me what a piece of crap this chapter is! I don't care, I like constructive cristicsm too.

So see you all later!

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