Moose's POV:
Camille walked out a small clearing, a dazed look on her face. Her smile is huge, and she looks incredibly happy. After a moment, I realized that the look on her face is the one Natalie has while she looks at Luke. I wondered who had made Camille look so happy, and then felt a spark of jealously that it wasn't me. I had liked Cam for a while; I just had never said anything. And now she was looking dazed, and happy. I always hoped she would look at me like that someday, but had never taken the opportunity to tell her how I feel.
"Hey, Chameleon!" I called. Camille turned towards me, and then began walking slowly in my direction. The smile was still on her face, but her eyebrows furrowed a little in worry.
"What's up, Moose?" Cam inquired. I looked up, and back down in time to see Camille rolling her eyes.
"The sky?" I ask.
"That's always your answer, Moose." Cam replied, and stuck her tongue out at me. I stuck mine out as well, and Camille started to laugh.
"Alright, Chameleon, what do you want to do today? Roast marshmallows in a microwave? Or go over to The Pirates headquarters and raise some hell?" I asked.
"Hm…well, I think NYU frowns upon starting small fires, so let's go over to The Pirates headquarters, okay?" Camille responded.
"Alright, ma'am." I say, and we start to walk towards the Pirates house.
"Moose! I am not old!" Camille slightly yells, and smacks me in the arm.
"Oh fair lady, thou wounded me!" I cry, clutching my arm dramatically.