~4 years ago~

Fulton stood in the music room watching her play the piano. He had always loved the sound of it but he had never tried to play himself. Just like he had never tried to play hockey until she gave him her brother's old stick. They had been enemies a few years ago, but somehow that had changed. There was something about the wiry little girl that drew him in.

"Will you stop staring at me?" she snapped.

"Come on Mouse. I'm not hurting you."

"I'm not a mouse. And you are hurting my eyes because I always have to see your ugly face when I turn around."

"Well your not exactly the prettiest thing to look at."

"Why are you being so annoying?"

"You aren't the best person to ask that."

She stood up to her full 4' 9" and walked up to him. He stood up as well and stared down at her.

"Idiot."

She was standing so close. Why did it suddenly smell like hot chocolate?

"White-trash."

He suddenly was wondering what it would be like to touch her face, or even kiss her.

"Frankenstein."

Was she always so pretty or was he just realizing it now?

"Mouse."

He couldn't stand it anymore. He just had to.

"I'm not a -"

He cut her off by grabbing her shoulders and kissing her hard on the mouth. She was a lot shorter than him so he had to lean down. But in that moment he didn't care. In that moment his stomach turned to slush. When they seperated, her cheeks and nose were bright red. And he felt his face burning as well. Then they both bolted running to seperate doors. He slammed the door, and slid down to the floor.

It didn't make any sense. How could he love the one girl who wouldn't be afraid of punching him in the jaw? But now the second he thought about loving her, he felt like he was going to melt onto the floor. He knew for sure. He was in love with Cameron McAllistar.

~Present~

"Fulton! Pay attention!" yelled Coach Orien.

Fulton blinked his eyes, realizing that he was skating on the ice, puck sliding in front of him. Charlie skated out snatching the puck away from him. He groaned silently and skated after him. Coach blew his whistle and ordered them to go to the locker rooms. Fulton sighed, pulling off his helmet. He had to find out where she was. Except, he was pretty sure that she wouldn't find his sweat filled hair very attractive. In fact, she would probably mock him for it. He gave a small smile.

It was time for him to get himself a Mouse.

~Cameron~

She had finally found Curtis in the music room. He was flinging his shoulder length black hair around shredding on his old Fender. Her hands went to cover her ears as she trekked across the room to where his amp was. With a quick motion she unplugged it. The guitar was instantly silenced. He stopped plucking the strings and glared at her.

"What's your problem, princess?"

"You of all people know I am not a princess."

He gave a shy smile through his hair. Curtis had been her best friend ever since she was two years old. Their moms had been best friends and had taken their children over to play while they talked. Curtis had a twin sister, Carly. But when they were younger, Carly had been a lot more girly than she was now. But Curtis had always stayed the same.

"Yeah. More like a ninja princess."

"Wow. That doesn't sound lame at all."

"Well, where is our precious Ken and Barbie?"

"I have no idea. I haven't seen them all day."

"Well at least we don't have to see them make puppy eyes at each other."

He made mocking face that was supposed to be cute. But as always it was just a tad over the top. She laughed and pushed him away. Then she remembered that her cheeks were wet from crying. Her head dipped down quickly so that she could dry herself off. Curtis had already wandered off over to the drums and didn't notice her wet cheeks.

"So did Tony call you this week or has he forgotten again?" He said, slightly distracted by the clumsy drum setup.

"He said he would call me tomorrow. I hope he comes over to restart my lessons again."

"As if you have anything else to learn! He taught you every type of self defense he has every done."

"I know but it's good to review things."

"You're ridiculous, Cameron."

"I know I am."

She picked up her brother's old Gibson Flying V. She didn't really feel like practicing any of their songs today. Some people called them a 'Glee Club' but that was just because they re-did popular songs. But she fixed Curtis's mike and slammed on the guitar, shredding out the first notes. Curtis attacked the drums, spilling out a crzy beat just before he leaned forward and sang the lyrics into the microphone.

"Sometimes I look at her and I look into her eyes,

I notice the way she thinks about him with a smile,

Curved lips she just can't disguise.

But she thinks it's the music making her life worthwhile.

Why is it so hard for her to decide which she loves more?

The Music or...

Him?

She's not too fond of cheerleaders,

She really hates jocks,

But she just thinks back to him,

And she's happy once again."

She closed her eyes as she sang, thinking back to that time when they had kissed. Heat ran up to her cheeks as she remembered the pressure of his lips on hers. She remembered how embarressed they both were at first, but somehow she knew it was going to happen sometime. She remembered how they had gotten together afterwards in the back alley. How she had confronted him while he had been shooting in the back alley. How he kissed her again. And the most suprising to her was how she kissed him back. Curtis slammed on the drums ending the song. Her eyes flew open, and flitted over to the door. Curtis got up and walked over to her.

"He remembered, didn't he?"

She squeezed her eyes shut again.

"Yeah, he did. What time is it?"

"Um,it's 6:15pm. Why?"

"Dang. I have to leave, okay? I just I need to get back to the dorms before they go back."

"Okay. You got stuck with the boys dorm again didn't you? The girls was full. No vacancy." He said jokingly.

"Yeah. I'll probably see you there later."

"Yeah, see ya. I'll just clean up."

She opened the door and strode down the hallway. The faster she went the more determined she was to get there before the Ducks did. The dormitory was such a dull brick building slab dab in the middle of the campus. The girls dorms were always better. But she always stuck in the boys. Just as she was about to push open the door, someone else opened it. It was Russ.

"Oh come on!" She groaned.

"I'm sorry. Are you upset that I'm not Fulton?"

"Yes. I mean no. I didn't want to see anyone of you Ducks right now. No offense."

"It's okay. Fulton has been looking for you though. Wait a minute! What are you doing in the boys dorm?"

"I live here."

"No offense darling, but you don't look like a boy. And if you are, you had better tell Fult before he falls to far in love with you."

"I'm a girl in every way, well except in clothing or music choice. But the reason I live here is because there is no more space in the girls dorms. So I had to stay here. Oh and don't call me darling." She snapped, pushing him aside.

Russ shook his head as he watched the girl storm up the stairs. He laughed as he thought of her reaction to finding Fulton pacing the stairs upstairs. He didn't tell her that Fulton had come back from looking for her two hours ago. Or that Fulton was mumbling about going out to look for her again. He didn't need to in his opinion. It would be more amusing that way.