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The next morning Connie woke up to the buzzing of her vibrating phone. It was 10 o'clock on Saturday, who would be calling her? She looked down at the phone and saw it was a text message; she picked it up and looked at it.

Meet me outside in 10.

She giggled, got up and got dressed. She hurried outside where Portman was standing waiting for her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind a tree and started kissing her. She pulled away for a minute.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"We're right out in the open," she whispered.

"We're behind a tree," he pointed out.

"Behind a tree isn't exactly hidden." She sighed.

"It's 10 on a Saturday," he said, "No one is up." He started kissing her again. This time she just gave in and enjoyed it. Enjoy it Moreau, she said, thinking of their nights together.

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Fulton woke up and rolled over. He saw Portman's empty bed.

"Oh no," he mumbled, largely because if Portman was out of bed it meant that it was probably sometime around 5 PM. But then he looked at the clock and saw it was only ten. OK, so that was probably worse, he got out of bed, got dressed and headed down to get some breakfast, and hopefully find Portman and Connie. On his way he saw Charlie.

"Hey Fulton," He said with a confused look on his face, "you're up early."

"So are you," Fulton said defensively.

"I've been kicked out," He rolled his eyes, "Adam asked for the room to himself tonight. I'm happy to oblige, it just feels weird you know? I'm thinking of heading home."

"You think it's for him and Julie?" Fulton said.

"Why else would he want the room to himself?" Charlie said, "Look, I've got a bus to catch." They walked outside. Fulton scanned the area. He couldn't see them, a good sign. "Why are you up so early?"

"I just, woke up," He shrugged. "Decided to get some food. Wanna come with?" He kept looking around. Where were they?

"Sure," Charlie said, "I've just got to run up to get something."

Fulton heaved a sigh of relief and started walking. He did finally walk past them, very cleverly positioned behind a tree. "Nice hiding spot, you two."

"Oh," Connie said, pulling out, "Hey Fulton. Why are you awake?" Fulton just grumbled and headed away from them. "I think this whole secret thing is getting hard on him."

"Forget about him," Portman said, "I like it. It's really hot." She laughed. It was, the sneaking around, the quick glances at each other that no one else saw or understood. It was all incredibly hot. But she still felt a little guilty about all of it. "Besides, you're the one who wanted to keep it a secret."

"I know," She said. "I know."

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"You OK Fulton?" Charlie said sitting down at the table in the cafeteria. "You look weird, and you've been acting weirder."

"I'm fine," he said. "Charlie, if you knew a secret, and you thought you should tell some one, but you know that all it would do is screw things up for a lot of people would you tell?"

"I guess I might," Charlie said, "why? What do you know?"

"Nothing," Fulton said, realizing that he really couldn't tell.

"Seriously dude," Charlie said, "stop being weird."

"Yeah," Fulton said. "Thanks."

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"Hey," Connie said, slipping into Portman and Fulton's room. He was sitting at his desk, she went over and sat on his lap and kissed him.

"Hey to you too," He smiled.

"Do you want to come over tonight?" She said. He ran his fingers through her hair.

"To your room?" He asked, "Isn't that a little risky?"

"Well," she said, trying to tread softly, "Adam kicked Charlie out of their room, so, I don't think Julie's going to be around."

"Right," He said, quietly, "what were you thinking we would do?"

"I have a couple of ideas," she smiled and kissed him.

"Is that a guarantee?" He smirked.

"Maybe," she laughed, "maybe not. It's my turn to tease!" She leaned in to kiss him and then pulled away and stood up. "See you later."

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"Is it just me, or is Fulton being really weird?" Charlie asked Ken, who was watching TV in the dorm common room.

"Fulton?" Ken asked, "Why would Fulton be acting weird?"

"I don't know," Charlie said, "that's why I'm asking you."

"He's fine," Ken shrugged. He knew of all the people who couldn't know what was going on, Guy and Julie were on the top of the list, but he guessed Charlie wasn't far behind. "Probably just freaked out about college and that kind of thing."

"Yeah," Charlie nodded. "Or something's going on."

"I'm sure it's nothing," Ken said. "Didn't you say you were going home?"

"Changed my mind," Charlie said, "I figure even being kicked out my room isn't reason to leave when one of my best friends is losing his mind."

"Fulton isn't losing his mind," Ken said, "he's just," as he started they saw Fulton walk past them, mumbling to himself, "OK, maybe he is losing his mind. But he'll be fine."

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Connie lay on her bed watching Julie get ready for her big night, thinking about her own. She wasn't planning on anything more than what had been happening already happening, but she had also decided she wouldn't rule out the possibility. But somewhere in herself she knew that if she were to sleep with Portman, before Julie and the others even knew they were together, it would be horribly wrong.

"Jules?" Connie asked, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah." Julie said, "shoot."

"If someone, anyone at all," Connie started, "liked an ex of yours, I mean, like really liked them, and say that person was a friend of yours, would you, I mean, like if they really really liked them,"

"Who likes Guy?" Julie said, turning around ready to gossip.

"Guy?" Connie said, completely thrown off.

"Yeah," Julie said, "That's what this whole thing was about right? Someone we know likes Guy, and you're not sure if you're OK with it. So, who is it?"

"Oh," Connie said, "it's no one, just this girl in one of my classes, it's cute really." She lied, she thought maybe she was ready to talk to Julie about it, but she knew now she wasn't.

"OK," Julie said, confused, "well, do you like her? Like is she a good friend?"

"She tries to be," Connie said, "although lately she's felt really bad, about well, the thing."

"If it were me," Julie said, "I'd just be happy for her, and him, if he liked her back obviously."

"Really?" Connie said, surprised and relieved at the same time. Connie got up and hugged her. "Thanks Julie."

"No problem," Julie said, shaking her head. "I'm gonna go meet up with Adam. You've gotten so weird lately!"