Kirsten waited in her home for a few hours. She showered and emptied her bag, packing her own clothes this time. She wasn't sure if she should go back to Cameron, but after consideration she realized that feelings aside she needed to do this for his safety. She was supposed to be looking after him and leaving him today was extremely selfish. She felt terrible. She called out for Camille, but there was no answer, so she dialed Fisher.

Kirsten ran up the stairs and right towards Cameron's door. She knocked violently, but there was no answer. She huffed, and lifted her hand to knock again.

"I think that tenant just left, actually." she heard. She whipped around to see an older man looking at her. He pointed at the door, "I just saw a brunette girl leave there. So if that's who you're looking for, she's not home."

Girl?

Kirsten thanked the man and reached for her cell phone. She dialed Camille, but she was sent straight to voicemail. She continued banging on Cameron's door until it swung open. He stood in front of her, in a t-shirt and boxers, and just glared. He blocked the entryway with his hands. Kirsten stared back at him, biting her lip. He slightly softened his glare seeing her look up at him so innocently, but he still was giving her the evil eye.

"Can I come in?" she asked, "Or do you still have company?"

Cameron didn't move. "Excuse me?"

"Is there another girl in here?" she hissed.

Cameron looked puzzled, "Um no?"

"So Camille already left." Kirsten huffed.

"Camille?" Cameron gasped.

"I'm not stupid, Cameron." she rolled her eyes, "I know she was here." Kirsten stepped passed him and into the apartment. She took a few steps and then swirled around to face him again, "That's pretty low."

"What are you talking about, Kirsten?!"

"You and Camille. She's dating your best friend, Cameron. Don't you think that Linus is going to be pretty angry?"

"There isn't anything going on with Camille and me!" Cameron insisted.

Kirsten was heated. She was practically growling, "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not!" Cameron snapped, "Where are you getting this from?!"

"I can see you guys at work, Cameron. You trained her to be your little apprentice!"

"And?" Cameron pressed.

"And your neighbor said he saw a brunette girl leaving your apartment." Cameron's eyes widened. He tilted his head and looked at her, running his fingers through his hair. He looked like he was pitying her, which made no sense to Kirsten. She continued her angry rambles about how that was cruel to Linus and how he was being insensitive and dishonest and he had to tell Linus the truth and break it off with Camille, about how she should have seen it coming because they were so obvious, before Cameron finally interrupted her.

"It was Janice," he whispered.

"What?" Kirsten stopped in her tracks.

"Janice came over. It wasn't Camille." He looked at her and smiled, finding the humor in her outrageous accusation. His smile quickly faded when she turned around and started to walk out. Cameron grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back, "Wait! Why are you mad?"

"I'm not. I'm just going home. Fisher is waiting for me."

"What? Fisher?"

"Yeah, he took me here. He said he'd wait outside until I told him to go."

"Then tell him to go."

"No. I want to go home." She turned to walk away again, but Cameron pulled her back.

"I want you to stay." He stated. He looked into her eyes pleadingly. She wasn't angry anymore. Her anger had subsided and made way for something that she couldn't recognize, but he totally could. She was jealous.

"I promised Ayo I would keep an eye on you. So I'll stay." She typed away at her phone to tell Fisher he was free to go. She ignored his gaze and tossed her bag on the couch.

"That's why you're staying?" Cameron wasn't buying it.

"Well, clearly you don't have an issue getting company, so why do you even want me to stay?" Kirsten still wouldn't look at him. Cameron decided to drop it. He went into the kitchen and started dinner, allowing Kirsten to just stare. Usually she stared at her computer while he cooked, but today she was fixated on him. She didn't even sit. She just stood and watch him heat up a pan. chop things up, and cook them. He didn't bother to look up at her, but he knew she was watching. It wasn't until he was plating the food that she finally spoke.

"Why didn't you tell me about Janice?"

"Tell you what?"

"I didn't even know you two still talk." Kirsten finally looked up at him. She was frowning.

"We don't. She just kind of…showed up. So I let her in." Cameron shrugged.

"Oh." Kirsten looked back down. Cameron grabbed her hand.

"Don't be jealous, Stretch."

"I'm not jealous. I don't get jealous." Kirsten insisted.

"It's okay. That's how I feel when you're with Fisher." He tensed. That was supposed to be comforting but he was afraid it was too much. She didn't need to be reminded that he was in love with her.

She nodded, "Why though? There's nothing going on with Fisher."

"There's nothing going on with Janice." He retorted, "But you and Fisher seem pretty close."

"He's a colleague, Cameron."

"That's what I always say about us." He knew he didn't have to explain any more than that.

"That's different." Kirsten insisted.

"Is it?" Cameron snapped.

"There is something going on between us." Kirsten whispered, moving from behind the counter. Cameron didn't look up. He couldn't do this again.

"Stop."

Kirsten was stunned, "Wait. What?"

"Don't say things like that if you're just going to take them back."

"I'm not."

"Please stop, Kirsten." Cameron was practically begging her.

"I don't like you being with other girls." Kirsten muttered, "Because I want you to be with me."

"But you said—" Cameron was interrupted.

"I know what I said. I'm so sorry." She stepped closer to him, "I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for telling you that I don't feel anything for you, because that just isn't true. I'm just really scared."

Cameron put his hands on Kirsten's hips, "Scared of what?"

"That you'll stop loving me."

"Kirsten, I—"

"That I'll hurt you. That I'll push you away. That I won't be able to show you how I feel and that you'll think that I don't love you anymore." She was starting to tear up.

Cameron interrupted her with the most passionate kiss he could muster. He lifted her by the waist and spun her around, kissing her hard as he placed her back on the ground. She could feel him smiling into her lips, but he didn't stop. He clung to her so tight she could barely breathe, but she didn't mind at all. He pulled away just an inch and whispered into her ear, "I love you, Kirsten. Don't panic." He then kissed down her neck, her nails raking the back of his shirt. She pulled at the shoulders of it, breaking their seal of contact for a moment to toss his shirt to the floor. She bent down and kissed up his stomach, chest, and neck, all the way up his jaw and then she stopped. She took his hand and guided him to his bedroom, slamming the door shut.