Chapter Ten;

Time had ticked on since Jane and Maura had had the conversation about Jane's family and about Jane having spent nearly every summer in the very bunk they'd been cast away to. And things had certainly changed between the teen girls. Maura had seemingly distanced herself from Jane, for fear of never seeing her again, and Jane had become moody, partly because Maura had not been able to reciprocate the activity Jane had pursued in the shower block.

It was three days before the end of camp, and letters had stopped being sent out home the day before. Maura had no outlet or anyone to talk to about Jane being brooding and dark, and she didn't really think she could actually talk to Jane herself about how she was acting. No, Maura decided she was going to face this alone, partly because she wasn't really that great with addressing emotions of others. It was the lack of social interaction she'd had over the years.

No, Maura had been more comfortable around her books and her chemistry set, and her private Ballet classes. The blonde didn't really fare well with others. Not one bit. But with Jane, she tried. She liked Jane, and Jane was the first person who really liked her, in every sense of the word. It wasn't hard for Maura to pick up on that fact, the fact that Jane was attracted to her and liked her as a person, she saw how Jane's expression and whole demeanour changed when she was around her. It made Maura smile and gave her butterflies, knowing that she'd been the one to cause Jane to get butterflies also.

"Maura, come on, we have to talk!" Jane finally called out across the bunk.

"No Jane, we don't have to."

"Maura!" Jane exclaimed, though since she was moody, she sounded more like a grizzly bear than her actual self. She heard Maura sigh and look over at her before she continued, "Look, there's only a few more days left of camp, I don't want us to end on a bad note with each other. Can we at least talk or exchange addresses so we can write each other?"

"Jane, I'm going back to Paris in two weeks." Maura sighed a little.

"You don't want to go back, do you?"

Maura looked over at Jane and she shook her head, "I do. I love my school."

"Then why the sigh?"

The blonde looked down and she nodded, "You're right. We shouldn't end this summer on a low." Maura said softly as she stood up and walked over to Jane, "I know we started off not too friendly, but look at what happened with us, between us." she sat on the bed next to Jane and she sighed again, looking at Jane though, "I want to stay in contact with you, I do."

Jane reached across to touch Maura's hand and she smiled, "Then we will. Maybe I can ask Ma, and you can come stay with us."

Maura had never been invited over to another person's house before, since all the girls she went to school with lived in the same dormitory as her, nobody ever needed to go to anyone else's house. That being said though, when the girls had their pyjama parties, Maura was never invited because she was American, she was weird and she didn't speak a lot of French. So to now be invited over to stay with the Rizzoli family, Maura was apprehensive. She faltered a little at the offer.

Jane took note of this, "What's wrong? You don't want to?"

"No, it's not that I don't want to...this is the first time anybody's ever offered me to come over or have dinner with them, or anything."

"Nobody ever invited you over?" Jane asked the blonde skeptically.

Maura nodded and then shook her head, "Nobody. Jane, you're the first."

"There's always a first time for everything..." Jane winked back to Maura, she was meaning that this summer had been a summer of many first times for both of them.

Maura blushed at Jane's comment, she looked down to her lap and smiled to herself, "Jane..." she suppressed a giggle.

"What?" Jane smirked a little, "We did do quite a lot of first time things...you've never heard of flag football, so I gave you a quick run-down of how that works..." Jane's smirk grew wider as she watched Maura's blush take over her cheeks, "You'd never eaten a s'more, so I made you some at the camp fire."

"And I've never made love to a woman before, you did with me."

It had been at that particular moment, Jane had decided to take a drink of her chocolate milk. As soon as the words tumbled out of Maura's mouth, Jane almost choked on her drink. She had not been expecting the blonde to actually say it out loud.

"Jane, what's the matter?"

"I wasn't exactly expecting you to say it. And so...elegantly." Jane replied.

"That's what school in Paris will do to you." Maura smiled and glanced up at Jane, whose face had fell slightly, "Jane?"

"Are you saying that to be polite and elegant, you have to go a fancy boarding school in Paris?" she said, sounding slightly pissed at Maura's comment.

"Jane, I-"

"No, Maura...I know what you meant. I'd like to finish my milk and my book now, thanks." Jane sighed and fell back against her pillows, opening the book at any random page nearer to the end.

Maura blinked a few times before she stood up and made her way over to her own bed, glancing at Jane as she walked away. She sighed. She really needed to sort herself out in social situations.