Kirsten woke up the next morning to the feeling of cold silk under her skin. The bed was empty. She shot up and searched the apartment, calling out Cameron's name. She snatched her phone and called his about a million times, leaving him an ungodly amount of angry and panicked voicemails. She called Linus, panicked.

"Hello?"

"Have you heard from Cameron this morning?"

"Uh, no. Why? What's up?"

"He's not home."

"Did you call him?"

Linus could tell she was rolling her eyes at him, "Of course. What does he usually do in the morning?"

"I don't really know. He just goes to work, I guess."

"And on his days off?"

"Look, all the mornings I've spent with Cameron were preceded by an unhealthy amount of alcohol and Cheetos. Even then, it wasn't really morning. We never wake up before noon."

Frustrated, Kirsten hung up the phone and dialed Cameron's phone one more time. Before she even heard the ringing, Cameron came in the door.

"CAMERON!" Kirsten shouted, "Where the hell were you!?"

Cameron pressed his back against the front door, intimidated by her yelling. She was staring him down so he answered, "The gym."

"That was stupid." Kirsten said, crossing her arms. Cameron dismissed her, walking straight past her to take a shower. This time, he remembered to bring his clothes into the bathroom with him. Kirsten waited outside the door for him to come out. When he finally did, she started berating him with questions about what the hell was wrong with him and what the hell he was thinking. She swore to him that he's way too impulsive and doesn't think before he acts. Cameron did nothing but toss a towel at her and say, "Take a shower. I'll make you breakfast."

He turned around to walk away from her, stopping when she muttered, "I'm sorry. I was just… I was worried about you, Cameron." He turned her and gave her a pleading look. She looked down at the floor and headed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

By the time she got out, Cameron had already whipped up some breakfast for them. He was rarely the type to eat a real breakfast, but being that he had nothing to do today he figured he could spare the time. She came out the bathroom in his robe and sat down at the counter, pushing her plate towards him to indicate that she was hungry. He placed a crepe onto her plate and stayed standing across from her. She looked down at her plate and stared.

"I thought you liked crepes?" Cameron said, half asking.

"I love them." Kirsten stated.

"Alright. Would you rather me make you something else?" Cameron asked, trying not to pry.

"No, crepes are great." She pushed before saying, "I was just remembering that the last thing Liam made for me was crepes."

Cameron coughed a little bit. Hearing the name stung. "Really, I can make you something else." He said, grabbing the plate.

Kirsten pulled the plate back and looked him in the eyes, "This was really sweet. Crepes are amazing. Thank you." She took a big bite and smiled. She didn't say it out loud, but she had to admit Cameron's crepes could run circles around Liam's anyway.

Cameron pushed his crepe aside, suddenly not hungry after the crushing blow from hearing Liam's name. He would understand if the reason Kirsten didn't reciprocate his feelings was because she was in love with Liam, but that wasn't the case at all. She didn't love him simply because she didn't love him. She just didn't feel the same way, which Cameron had known all along. She had him fooled a few times for sure, but deep down he knew he had no chance with a girl like that. He had to let her go and accept the inevitable friend zoning.

"Have you talked to him?" Cameron gulped, avoiding her gaze.

"Not since he left, no." Kirsten admitted.

"I'm sorry, Stretch." Cameron paused for a moment, "Did I have anything to do with this?"

"No. This was all me." Kirsten insisted, "But I know I made the right decision. He's not who I want to spend the rest of my life with." Before Cameron could ask any other questions, she darted off to the bedroom to get dressed. She dug through the bag Camille packed and groaned at the clothes Camille had deemed acceptable. She found an outfit that was a little sexier than her liking, but proceeded to the mirror to put on her makeup. Cameron stepping into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her in awe. He didn't think he'd ever seen a woman actually applying her makeup. He found it kind of interesting, even though Kirsten's was a very limited amount of makeup.

His gaze made Kirsten start to sweat. She could feel the love radiate off of him as he gawked at her. She was starting to get just a little self conscious. She rushed through her makeup routine and turned to him, crossing her arms.

"Are you staying with me today?" he asked, looking her up and down. He was very happy with the clothes Camille had packed for her.

"I have to go home eventually and get some of my stuff. But I'll stay for a little while."

"Well, I was going to make some food for Linus' party tonight. Care to help?"

Kirsten nodded, "I'd love to."

Cameron smiled, "Alright, I'll give you a lift home when we're done."

"It's fine! Camille can pick me up. You shouldn't be behind the wheel." Kirsten insisted, taking his hand and taking him to the kitchen. Cameron ran ideas by Kirsten for what to make, and after several minutes they finally decided on something. Luckily, he had everything he needed so they got started. Cameron tied his apron around himself, which got a laugh out of Kirsten. She tied her hair up and starting measuring everything out, dumping all the ingredients into a mixing bowl.

"I think that's too much flour." Cameron said, holding back his giggle.

"I measured it perfectly, Cameron." Kirsten snapped.

"No, look there's too much! Here!" He exclaimed, taking a handful of flouring and tossing it at her face. She gasped, scooping flour out of the bag and pouring it back into the bowl.

"You're no fun." Cameron teased. Before he could finish his sentence, Kirsten had thrown a cloud of cocoa powder in his face.

"Kirsten!" he called out, chasing her around his kitchen. He caught her and picked her up, tickling her until she couldn't stand. She reached up onto the counter and grabbed an egg, reaching to toss it at his shirt. He snatched it out her hand and broke it over her head, causing her to scream. He laughed maniacally as the food fight continued, finally picking her back up and placing her on his soiled countertop. He was unaware of how close he was to her until he felt her breath on his lips. He stared at her lips, glanced into her eyes to check if she had the same longing look as he did. Before he even had the chance to analyze her, her lips were crashing into his. She threw her arms around his neck, his hands resting on her waist. He toyed with the hem of her shirt, rubbing circles on her stomach and sides with his fingers. She raked her fingers through his hair. She pulled away for breath, still a mere couple of inches from face.

"You know, I just finished washing my hair." she groaned. In an instant Kirsten was in Cameron's arms again, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. He took her through the bedroom and into the bathroom, pinning her against the wall of his shower. She kissed him as hard as she could, knocking him back a few steps. He returned the gesture, pinning her wrists to the wall with one hand. She didn't fight him. He used his other hand to turn on the shower, pulling her so that she was the one getting soaked. She squealed and pulled away from his steamy kiss. Cameron laughed hysterically until her lips were on his again. She tugged at his sweatpants until they hit the floor, and she did the same for herself. Cameron lifted her shirt off her with ease, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. Cameron was thrilled to see that they matched. Kirsten went a more aggressive route, ripping his shirt right down the middle. Words couldn't describe how turned on he was by her. He kissed her so hard he thought their lips would bruise. His hands wandered all over her body, stopping on the hem of her panties. She bit down on his bottom lip. Cameron moved his hand and ground himself into her, letting her feel exactly how much she turned him on. Her lips moved to his jaw, then down his neck and chest. She kissed him all the way down to his navel, dragging her fingers along his scar. He let out a low grunt, trying to control himself. He pulled her back up by the hand, missing the lip-on-lip contact. Their bodies were completely pressed together, hands combing each other's hair. Cameron pulled away with every intention of telling Kirsten he loved her, but once she saw the adoration in his eyes she remembered her vow to herself. This had gone way, way too far.

"Cameron, stop." she asked. Cameron immediately released his embrace and bit his tongue.

"This was just residual. I'm so sorry." she said, stepping out the shower. Cameron held her by the hand pleadingly, silently begging her to take that back.

"Kirsten, residual emotion shouldn't last this long. Maybe—" he started.

"No, Cameron, trust me. I just got caught up in the heat of the moment." she interrupted.

"But for there to be a moment for you to get caught up in—"

"No. Cameron, trust me. I don't feel that way about you… Not the way you feel about me. This.. This is just residual. I promise you." The lie was pretty convincing. Cameron stepped back from her and nodded, trying to escape. She pulled him back just a little, searching his eyes. He pulled his hand back from and told her to stay in the shower to get all the egg out. He left the room swiftly and placed two towels outside the door. He didn't even bother to pick up his clothes from the shower. He changed into something else from his room, barely looking down to see what he pulled out. He sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands, trying to tell himself that it was going to be okay. He felt so incredibly stupid. He was an idiot for even thinking that she could ever feel that way about him, and even more stupid for taking advantage of her in that state.

Kirsten got out the shower and grabbed another outfit from her bag. She silently crept out the bedroom and watched Cameron. She could tell she had completely broken him. She had never downright told him she didn't feel the same way, so this was the first time he was really and truly forced to give up. He looked so miserable. He was holding on by a thread. She had to fight the urge to comfort him, knowing that no matter what she did would only make it worse. She had confirmed his worst fears.

"Hey, I gotta go. Camille is here." she lied.

Cameron looked up for a brief moment, giving Kirsten a perfect view of his bloodshot eyes. He was doing everything he could to keep his composure, which is nearly impossible when the love of your life tells you that she has absolutely no feelings for you. Kirsten wanted to reach out and touch his face and promise that she didn't mean it, but she knew she couldn't. Instead, she just took his hand for a moment and squeezed it. "I'm so sorry, Cam. I'll see you tonight." She left the apartment and made it all the way to the bus stop before she cried.