Disclaimer: This is Part 2 of a Double Post. Please read the previous chapter for you to understand some of the scenes here. Thanks!

Chapter 9

Wet and Sticky, But Worth It

It was 7:00 AM in the morning, and Lindsay, Emily and Marissa were at Sue Sylvester's office. It was the second time she called them early, and they don't know what is going on. Sue was just sitting on her office chair, reading the morning paper, while the three were seated, her desk dividing them. She puts down the paper and removes her reading glasses.

"You ladies surprise me every day. I can't say why, but you do."

They looked at the coach, slightly frowning. Where was this discussion headed to?

"But, I need more than surprise. I need a captain. One preferably from you three."

Emily and Lindsay's eyes brightened up. Emily knows that being the Captain of the Cheerios guarantees attention, and if they win matches, the camera will be focused on her. Lindsay, on the other hand, knows that being the captain means that you get to speak on behalf of the team, and getting exposure may entail getting numerous offers.

"So, I've noticed that there has been a lack of excitement around the school."

"What do you mean, Coach?" asked Marissa, who really didn't seem to keen about being captain, seeing as her two friends wanted it more.

"Well, here's the gist. I need a Captain who can command the entire student body. Someone who can invoke fear, power, and attention."

She pressed her hands against her desk, leaning closer to the three girls.

"If you want to be captain, I want you to slushie someone."

"What?" asked the redhead, standing from her seat. "I've seen someone get slushied, and it is not a pleasant sight."

Sue looked at her intently. "Well, joining the Cheerios isn't all pleasant views, Garfield. It's all right if you don't; it's just that you don't get to be Captain."

She looked at Emily and Lindsay. They can't seriously be thinking of slushie-ing someone…

"You three can go. I'll have Becky monitoring the three of you, to see if one of you will do as I say."

They walk out of the coach's office and stood by the doorway.

"Guys, are you sure you can do this? Slushie someone?"

The two brunettes looked at their friend. Emily sighed. "Marissa, it is just one slushie. We can even slushie one of the hockey jocks!"

"That's not the point! It's a humiliating experience and for someone to do that just to be captain is absurd."

Lindsay nods. "She's right Emily. We should just surprise or impress the Coach in a different way. Throwing a slushie isn't worth it."

The two walk on to their lockers as Emily stands there, thinking. You're the only one who wants it now. You can't let anyone stop you, or see you do it, for that matter.

Blaine Anderson was familiarizing himself with the halls of McKinley High. Surprisingly, he felt comfortable walking down. Some people were staring at him, knowing about him and Kurt, but it didn't faze him at all.

"Queer!"

Cold icy liquid lands on his face. It was fortunate that he was leaning forward. It seemed like his face was the only one hit, with a few drops on his clothes. Kurt and Alex rush to Blaine from behind, looking at the guy who threw the slushie walking away. Both helped him up as they go to the restroom to clean him up.

At the lockers, Cameron and Bryce witnessed the whole encounter. Cameron closes his locker and leans on it.

"And so the slushie-ing commences…I'd better be prepared."

"You think you'll be slushied again?"

"I have a strong feeling…"

The two looked on the hallway and saw Damian walking towards them.

"Bryce, could I talk to you for a sec? In private?"

Cameron and Bryce look at each other, thinking about what could've happened. "Sure. What's up?"

Damian looked at Cameron, making sure that he wasn't eavesdropping. "I heard your conversation with Marissa the other day."

Bryce looked at him, not following. He then gazed up and faces him again. "That time, at the secretary's office?"

He nodded. "Look, I told her this, and she shut me off and wouldn't talk to me now. I feel kinda bad for making her feel that way…I was wondering if you could help."

Bryce looked at him, his face looking sincere. "First off, do you have any idea of what we were talking about? Did you figure out anything within the context of our discussion?"

"I absolutely have no clue," he said, shaking his head. "I just wanted to tell her that I'm sorry for eavesdropping and that whatever it is she is hiding, I will support her, y'know?"

The taller one sighed. "Okay Damian. I'll talk to her."

"Thanks Bryce."

Bryce looked around and saw Marissa at her locker talking to Lindsay. He nods to Damian and goes to where she was. Meanwhile, Cameron was looking at the Irish lad, frowning.

"So, you and Marissa seem to be cozying up."

Damian turns to him. "That's not the case at all. She's mad at me right now."

"Really? Why?" His eyes widened.

"I can't really say. It's private. But, I appreciate your concern, Cameron."

Cameron was taken aback. He appreciates his concern? He really seems to be a good guy, Damian.

"So, I haven't gotten to know you yet, Irish."

Damian looked at him and smiled. "Well, we could talk while going to our classes."

He nodded as the two of them strolled to their classrooms.

Meanwhile, Bryce was standing behind Marissa, as Lindsay waves goodbye going to her next class.

"Hey Marissa. What's up?"

She turned around and saw Bryce. "Hey! So, you and Cameron are bonding now, huh? I didn't expect that."

"Damian told me."

Her smiling face now turned into a serious one. She slams her locker and faced him. "And did you tell him anything?"

"He said he doesn't have a clue as to what we were talking about. He just wanted to tell that whatever it is we were discussing, he's going to support you as a friend."

Marissa turned around, her eyes wandering around the hallway, then she looked on the floor. He then sighed.

"Look, Damian wanted to come clean so he confessed about eavesdropping. There's nothing wrong with what he did. He was just an innocent bystander."

She was still looking down, not even turning to face him. Seeing that she doesn't want to continue their conversation, he started to walk away.

"I'm just scared, Bryce."

He stops walking and immediately goes beside her.

"I was losing friends one by one, because I wasn't listening to them. I always kept telling that I was just stressed because we were moving. I kept denying that I was starving myself every day, and reasoning that if I had a problem, then they would cancel our move."

Bryce was still beside her, his arm around her shoulders.

"Everything I did was counterproductive, and I left New York with no friends."

"Hey. How about me?"

"You were different!" She now looked at him. "And we weren't exactly friends. You were just one of those who...didn't talk about me the way they did."

He grabs her shoulders and faces her. "So, are you okay now? No relapse or whatever?"

She nodded. "I just don't want it to happen again. All the staring faces and the harsh comments…they're too much for me."

She took a deep breath and both straightened themselves. "Now will you forgive Damian?"

"I'll think about it. He wrecked my wishes of a good duet, so it'll take a while." She said, as she smiled and waved goodbye, heading to her next class.

Bryce thought about what she said. Wrecked a good duet? Who was she expecting as a partner then? Hmm, Cameron perhaps? He then smiled as he too headed to his class.

Carmel High had a lovely campus. The buildings look like they could stand an earthquake with a magnitude of 7 or even higher. They were surrounded with trees, indicating a love for the environment. However, that wasn't the purpose of Noah Puckerman.

He decided to skip his last period before lunch to take a little field trip. He arrived just in time for lunch, so he could see a lot of students at the grass grounds. If only his high school had this area…

He looked around trying to find McKynleigh. He wanted to persuade her to transfer to Mckinley High, even though she might get crap for having the same name as the school. She can be an asset to the club, and he had to convince her now.

There she was, sitting behind a tree, with a guitar on hand. Wow, she plays the guitar. She really is turning out to be cool. He slowly approaches her, not wanting to scare her.

"Funny seeing you around here…" She said as she wrote something on her notebook.

He reveals himself, hiding behind the trunk of the tree. "You saw me?"

"Technically, I saw your Mohawk…" She puts down her notebook and strums. 'So, they sent you to spy for the competition?"

He shook his head. "I'm not here to spy. I'm here for you."

She stopped strumming and turned to him. "For me? Okay…what can I do for you…"

"Puck."

She nodded. "What can I do for you Puck?"

He takes a deep breath. "I want you to transfer to our high school."

"What?" She frowned, laying her guitar on the ground. "That's an unusual request."

"I know!" He exclaimed. "Since you're not part of Vocal Adrenaline, I figured that our school could use your talent much more. See, I'm the member of our Glee Club and we really need you there."

"The question is do I need your club?"

Puck's eyes widened. "Well, you could share your voice to people who would appreciate it. And it won't be a waste. You'll get to have friends with the same passion for singing and—"

"What are you doing here?"

Puck and McKynleigh look to their left, revealing an unexpected person.

"If it isn't Noah Puckerman…" the guy with the brown curly locks said.

"So, you're back helping Vocal Adrenaline, Jesse?"

Jesse St. James, as we remembered, flunked UCLA to create his own business training show choirs. He is now an assistant to their Coach Dustin Goolsby. He folded his arms, frowning at Puck.

"I'd like to give back to my Alma Mater. So, what are your intentions in visiting?"

He took a glance at McKynleigh, and at the guitar. "You know how to sing?"

"That's none of your business. I wouldn't want to join Vocal Adrenaline," she immediately retorted.

"Oh I wasn't asking you to," he said, nodding "I'm sure you won't fit in."

Puck goes closer to Jesse. "That is not a way to treat a girl."

"Like you know how? You got your best friend's girlfriend pregnant. At 16."

McKynleigh's eyes widened, probably due to the amount of information being spilled. Puck steps back, distancing himself from the two.

"I guess it was no use going here." He said, as he looked to McKynleigh. "Please consider what I said."

"You are going to lose again this year! Oh, and please tell Rachel that I miss her!"

Puck turned around immediately, not even caring about what he said. Jesse turned to McKynleigh, with a curious look on his face.

"Again, what he said was none of your business."

He nodded to her and then went back inside the school premises.

She turned to Puck who was still walking away. Joining their club sounds fun, especially if it's totally the opposite of Vocal Adrenaline. However, she was still concerned about her academics. Carmel High boasts a good program and just transferring because of a Glee Club would disappoint her parents. But still, she was considering what he said.

It was lunchtime and Damian was moving towards the cafeteria. He was somewhat pleased with himself that day. He confessed to both Marissa and Bryce that he was eavesdropping, so that seemed to get a little weight on his shoulders. Also, he found a new friend in Cameron, seeing that they had so much in common. And of course, even though Lindsay was in her Cheerios uniform, he never felt uncomfortable during English. Yes, it was going to be a good day. Or so he thought.

"Come on guys! Just give me my lunch!"

Matheus was reaching above as two guys were hovering over him. One of them had their hand extended, holding a paper bag.

"Come on! Jump little monkey!"

Damian took a deep breath and went near them. He grabbed Matheus' lunch and gave it to him.

"Can't you guys have anything better to do?"

The two guys smirked, as one spoke up. "Well, if it isn't the Leprechaun. You were the first one to write your name on the Glee list, right?"

"Yeah. So?"

Not noticing that one guy had his arm on his back, he flicked it to Damian. The next thing he knew, his face was cold, liquid started dripping to his neck, and he could not open his eyes.

"Irishmen aren't so lucky after all!" They ran away, leaving both Damian and Matheus in the hallway, other students staring at them.

"Are you all right Damian?" said Matheus.

"Yeah, I'm…fine."

"Come on, I'll help you clean up."

The two boys hurriedly scurried across the hallway. As they reach the boys' restroom, they pass by Lindsay, who turned around to see them.

"Damian? Wait, who slushied you?"

"Probably some obnoxious hockey jocks," said Matheus.

"I'll help," she said, as she assisted Matheus inside.

"Hey wait Lindsay! This is the boys' room!" said Damian, his eyes starting to burn.

"I don't care. You need help."

They hurried him to the sink and Lindsay opened the faucet. Damian then runs his hands to the water and immediately splashes his face.

Matheus looks at Lindsay, who was watching Damian intently.

"Um, okay…I guess I'll go now. I promised Ellis I'd help her with something at the cafeteria."

"But Matheus, you can't—"

"See ya in a while!"

She immediately turns around but she sees the door swinging. She faces Damian again, still washing his face. She takes a few paper towels, ready to give to him. It became clear to her that it was too quiet.

"That must've been awful…" she said.

He didn't answer her, as he was busy rinsing his hair with remnants of the sticky drink. After a few minutes, he closed the faucet and rubbed his hair dry with his hands. He stands and faces Lindsay, taking the paper towels from her hands.

"Not one bit," he said while wiping himself.

"What?"

He goes to throw the paper towels on the garbage bin. "Being slushied after helping Matheus? It wasn't awful at all."

She looked at him, confused. "Well, the liquid dripping, the humiliation…"

"I guess it's all worth it. I wouldn't have liked it if Matheus was the one slushied."

They were looking at each other, him smiling, and her having no expression at all. "You're really a good friend Damian."

He smirked and looked down. "I'm not so sure about that…"

"Why? You just helped Matheus out there, and you persuaded me to join the club even if you didn't know me…"

He looked back up, looking at Lindsay, her eyebrows curled up, and with a stern look. "If wasn't for you, I wouldn't have joined. I wouldn't have gained friends like Marissa and Emily. I wouldn't have gotten to know you."

Damian's eyes widened. His cheeks were slowly turning red. "Well…if anything, Lindsay, I-I'm glad that I persuaded you to join the club. You're a good friend too."

She shakes her head. "I wasn't a good friend. I was always alone. I just cared about myself."

"Well, you're a good enough friend, if you decided to join the club because of what I said, even if you didn't know me."

She looked at him, looking at the mirror, his hands rested on the sink. He faced her, wearing a serene expression. "It would've been nice to be your duet partner."

Lindsay feels the blood rush to her cheeks. She placed her arms on them, the warmth transferring to her fingers.

"I-I forgot this was the mens' room…I think I have to go." She walked backwards, one step at a time.

"Lindsay! Wait!"

She suddenly rushes out of the door, running towards the cafeteria. Why is she blushing? Why is she so jittery whenever she looks or talks to him? Why is she feeling this way?

She stops running. She just stands at the middle of the hallway, thinking… She has never acted around boys that way before. To her, they were just distractions to her dream. But, this guy…he was the only one who made her so conflicted about how she feels. She convinces herself to stop overanalyzing, running again to the cafeteria, hoping that her doubts will pass.

Back to the mens' room, Damian was feeling the same way. Yes, he had feelings for a girl back home in Ireland, but knowing that he was moving, she called it off. He thought that he would never feel this way again. But, his first day here and he meets this girl, so different, yet his emotions were almost similar. He couldn't help it, but maybe, he is starting to like her after all.

All the members of the Glee club were seated at tables close to each other. On one table, we have the New Directions veteran couples, Rachel and Finn, Tina, who was now rid of the flu, Mike, and Sam and Mercedes. Across them was another table, seated the Unholy Trinity, Kurt, Blaine, and Alex.

"So, how was your first slushie experience?" asked Santana to the former Warbler.

"It felt good actually! I was so fortunate I got a cherry flavored one."

Kurt and Alex, seated beside him, sighed, but giggled. "Don't be sarcastic. It's so not you."

"I'm serious!" Blaine exclaimed. "There's this rush of adrenaline, powering you and telling you, 'I want more! I want more!'".

Brittany frowned. "I thought only sex addicts tell those things?"

"No, Britt, no…" the Latina said, shaking her head.

Moving onto the other table, we see Matheus, Ellis, Hannah, Artie, Samuel, and Emily seated. The latter two were laughing at each other while whispering in each other's ear.

"I really didn't see that one coming," said Matheus.

Hannah nodded. "I know! I think they're cute!"

"You start to realize it's not cute when they have babies with his hair and her…assets," Ellis berated, as Artie butts in.

"I can't believe I just imagined what you said…"

On the final table, we have Cameron and Bryce, wondering where the others are. Cameron taps his hands on the table, stopping for a few seconds. He does this again, and then stops. He repeats it at least for a couple of minutes.

"Cam, what are you doing? It's annoying!"

He scowled at him. "I'm just nervous okay? With all the other tables full, Marissa's bound to be seated here. And I don't know what to talk about in front of her!"

The other guy sighed. "Just relax. I'll direct the conversations." They continued eating, waiting for the others to arrive.

Lindsay enters the cafeteria running. She sees Bryce and Cameron and sits immediately at their table. Matheus stands up, facing her.

"Lindsay, where's Damian?"

She let out an awkward smile. "He's still cleaning up. I decided to leave since it's the mens' room. It would be weird to see me inside, right?"

She takes a deep breath and looks around. "Where's Marissa?"

The two boys shrug as the one with the glasses faces her. "Wait, did you say cleaning up?"

"Yeah...he got slushied a while ago while defending Matheus," she nodded quickly.

"What? Another slushie attack?"

Cameron buries his face in his right palm. "Oh man, I better be ready. It's a good thing I have a change of clothes."

"Hey!" Bryce slaps his arm, Cameron letting out an 'Ow!'. "You will not be slushied. The store has probably run out of them."

The cafeteria door opens, revealing Marissa, walking fast towards the less crowded table. She sits beside Cameron, the guy straightening himself immediately.

"Finally! I got rid of Becky."

Lindsay looks at her, slightly tilting her head. "Becky? What about Becky?"

"She was carrying a slushie and following me all day. She's forcing me to slushie someone, and I just can't!"

Cameron smiled and nodded. "Well, it's good you avoided her."

"I know! Right?" She faces him and turns to her fellow Cheerio. "I'm starving. Let's go grab something, Linds?"

"Sure." Both girls stand up and line up for food. Bryce looks at Cameron and smiles.

"You're first comment wasn't so bad. Props, man!"

The guy with the glasses grinned as he continued eating his sandwich. The two girls return shortly with their food and started eating.

"Where's Damian?" asked the redhead.

"Cleaning up after getting slushied," said Cameron, as Bryce looks at him suspiciously.

"What? Who slushied him? Did you Lindsay?"

The brunette flinched. "Of course not! I wouldn't slushie him! It would be so wrong!" Her cheeks begin to blush again. Fortunately, no one noticed.

"The hockey jocks have been doing all the slushie-ing, maybe it's still them," expressed Cam.

She looked at him and nodded. "Hmm, could be."

Cameron looks at Bryce and whispers to him. "I'm on a roll here! She's agreeing and responding to everything I say!"

"Yeah, whatever Cam…" said the guy with the bonnet, as he looks to the cafeteria door opening. "Hey there's Becky. You better make a run for it."

Marissa turns to Becky, the latter looking for a shade of red on the tables. She slowly walks to the tables, carrying the ice drink daintily. The ginger meanwhile turns around, along with her chair, hoping for Becky to not recognize her. At that moment, she sees two guys carrying slushies going towards their table. She looks to her right, Cameron oblivious to his potential aggressors.

She takes a deep breath, immediately standing while pushing Cameron aside, him falling from his seat and landing on his arm. Of course, instinct tells the two guys to hit the face for a slushie, so their reflexes aim a little higher, realizing their new target. The boy on the ground looks up, his eyes widening.

The two iced liquids leave the cup, and made contact with the cheerleader's face. She took a step back, and gasped for air. The two were still holding their cups, their jaws dropped in shock.

The cafeteria grows silent, everyone looking at the Cheerio drenched in orange ice. She wipes off the ice in her eyes, but she keeps them closed. She didn't want to see all eyes on her, because that will just trigger the resurfacing of the memories she wanted locked in her subconscious.

As she ponders on that moment, she begins to realize that this didn't affect her that much. It was very uncomfortable, but not embarrassing at all. Being slushied is ten times better that what she had to put up with in New York.

She could hear chairs move and footsteps gather around her. It was probably her fellow Glee members. She looks down finally opening her eyes, looking at the orange liquid dripping from her. She raises her hand, signaling them to stop.

"I'll clean up by myself."

The others give her some space as she bends forward and immediately extends her neck, some slushie remnants flying across nearby tables and students. She faces all of them with confidence, licking her lips, tasting the liquid.

"It tastes good," she said, turning around and facing the cafeteria door. She walked with her usual pace, and exited the area.

From that moment on, chatter started to ignite on the cafeteria. Suddenly, Emily approaches Becky, taking the slushie she was holding and rushes to the two boys, who were still stunned with what they did. She flicks her arm sideways, hitting both guys. However, the first guy had majority of it. They finally step out of their trance, and realizing that they had just been slushied, they ran out the cafeteria.

Again, the cafeteria became silent as Emily stands on a table, calling their attention.

"This will be the last time someone's going to get slushied. If another one is thrown, then you might as well get ready to go to hell!"

She looked around at the surprised and confused faces. However, they seem to have listened to every word.

"Good. Thank you." She slowly went down the table, Samuel supporting her. She looked at Cameron, still down on the floor. She tilts her head towards the door. Cameron looked like he got the message and nodded. He stands up and runs to the door, leaving the cafeteria.

He runs through the hallway, looking for Marissa. If she was still walking at her usual rate, she couldn't be far from where he was. He kept on running and reached the intersection. He faced to the right, seeing her, still walking.

"Marissa!"

She stops walking, standing at the middle of the long empty hallway. She knew who it was. It was the voice she longed to hear saying congratulations yesterday. It was the boy whom she had a lot of questions for.

Cameron then goes near her, just about five feet away from the redhead. She was facing the end of the path, while he was facing her back.

"The second time we're alone together and we have our roles reversed. Funny, right?" she said.

"You being slushied isn't funny at all."

He takes one small step forward.

"What brings you here, Cam?"

"I'd like to help you. I'm returning the favor, I guess…"

He takes another step forward.

"Can I ask you something? Before you help me."

"Anything…"

He advanced further.

"Who were you going to choose that day? As a duet partner?"

"You didn't think it was Bryce?" He said, in an almost mocking tone.

"I'm the one asking questions here." Cameron could tell she was smiling while saying that.

He went onward, now about three feet away.

"Well, to be honest, I was going to ask someone. But I believe someone beat me to it."

He moved forward, again speaking.

"Did I answer your question?"

He goes on, now taking two steps forward.

"Maybe…"

Cameron sighed. He is one and a half feet away, and now, he doesn't know what to say. He takes a deep breath and goes closer to her.

"I remember, you didn't even say congratulations when Damian and I won duets."

"Really? It must've slipped my mind."

She felt the air behind her grow warmer. She wanted to turn around and look back, but something's stopping her. She could feel him, about an inch separating them, her head nearly touching his chest.

"Turn around, Marissa. So I could say it to your face."

He decides to close his eyes, seeing as he is not ready to look at her directly. She too closed her eyes and tightened her lips. Her heart was beating fast, probably too fast for her own good. She takes a very deep breath, and slowly turns to him.

Unknowingly, they simultaneously open their eyes, little by little. Their faces become clearer. Finally, their eyes are fully opened. Marissa feels a rush of blood on her cheeks, while Cameron's face, was questionable. Her eyebrows furrowed as he looked to the right, his cheeks being red.

"Hahahaha!"

She takes a step back, her cheeks becoming redder than ever. "W-what? What's wrong?"

He distanced himself as he continued laughing. He was even bending down, one hand on his stomach while the other covering his mouth. He finally levels himself, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry…it's just, your hair is covered in orange and—you look terrible." He covers his mouth again, controlling his urge to laugh.

She opens her mouth but no words seem to come out.

"And your teeth…I swear they look orange right now…" Finally, he gives in and starts laughing again.

She bit her lip and slapped his right arm. "You said it yourself! Me being slushied is not funny!"

"But the way you look now is!"

He was leaning on the lockers, to maintain his balance. She sighed, knowing that nothing will stop him from laughing. Still, she spoke up.

"I'm sorry I chose Damian."

He breathes in, his laughing now ceased. He stands up straight, looking at her.

"Don't be. If I wanted to be your partner, I would've gone faster."

"If I wanted to be your partner, I would've chosen you nonetheless."

Both of them look in each other's eyes, but withdraw immediately. Both of their cheeks were also flushing. She looked at him.

"Can we please not feel uncomfortable about looking in each other's eyes?"

"I agree. On the count of three. 1, 2, 3."

They look at each other, their eyes directly in contact. They didn't care whether their sympathetic nervous systems were giving them a thousand sensations. They focused on just looking at each other's eyes. After a while, they both let out a laugh.

"Much better…" she said, looking at her hair. "Hmm…"

"I think you need to clean up now before they stick permanently…"

She nodded. "I'll just take a shower over the Cheerios locker room." She started walking, stopping after a few steps.

"I thought you said you were going to help me?"

Cameron's eyes widened. "U-um, but…you…s-shower…"

She smiled again. "You know I'm just kidding!"

"Y-yeah! Of course! I knew that!" He let out a nervous smile.

"Thanks again Cam. This time, I owe you."

She continued walking along the hallway, thinking about Cameron, and how the duets could've gone if he was her partner. They probably wouldn't have won. They always acted weird whenever it was only the two of them. She couldn't explain why.

Her heart was pacing again. It only reacts that way if she sees Cameron, but now, just thinking about him is making it pound uncontrollably. It felt uneasy, but…in a good way. Does it mean that she likes him? She shook her head, removing the thought. They're just friends. She can't let it be more than that. Letting yourself be attached to a person more than what is required is a line she cannot cross. It is too much of a risk, and right now, she's still not ready to take a chance.

On the other hand, Cameron was walking to the cafeteria, also thinking about her. He feels as if a wave of confidence hit him. He was now sure. He liked Marissa. A lot. She was everything he could ask for in a girl. He could imagine them being a couple, holding hands while walking down that exact hallway. He was ready to be there for her, every step of the way. And, he's hoping that she feels the same way.

Author's Note:

And there goes part 2 of the Double Post Madness! Ahh! I'm deeply honored that you all took the challenge and gave me 80+ reviews. No more challenges from me this time! I'm strictly keeping it one chappie at a time, since I was a wreck trying to write this so that I could post it in time the reviews reached 80. But I did try my best, so yay!

So, regarding this chapter…I wrote it in honor of the Tenacity episode, where Marissa was so wrongly eliminated (anyway, I've gotten over it). Everyone was slushied so much that I just had to do a chapter within this context. However amidst all the slushies, I finally gave you Damsay and Camrissa moments! Woohoo! I assure you, there will be no third parties and I will focus on them figuring out their feelings for each other. (Because they are just meant to be, right? ;D)

Also, one thing I was concerned about was Marissa's ED storyline. I'm not sure if I was portraying the disorder accurately, so those who are knowledgeable with it: please feel free to correct me if I got some things wrong.

Up next is Chapter 10: Close Encounters. Coach Beiste will make an appearance, and possibly a Will/Emma moment, and of course the big issue: will Cameron have the guts to ask Marissa out? I'm really trying hard to put all the characters into storylines so that it will feel a little more like the show itself.

Like the previous chap, please review and comment separately! I really love reading all your thoughts! Again, thank you all for reading and stay tuned for the next chapter! I love you all!