Finally, after months of waiting, their lips touched for the first time.

It surprised them at first how natural it felt, as if they should have been doing it all along. Toby reached up and placed one hand on her cheek, the other tangling itself in her hair. She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Spurred on by the director's shouts of "More passion, more heeeeeat!", Toby grabbed Justine's waist and pulled her onto his lap, her legs on either side of his own. She gave a small gasp as they kissed more and more passionately, their breath growing heavier and their hearts racing, each perfectly in tune with the other. She still seemed hesitant, so Toby took the lead, trying to pour everything he felt for her into that kiss. He felt her lips curve into a small smile as he kissed them, and she pressed her mouth to his harder, more passionately, as if attempting to read his thoughts.

Eventually, the director was satisfied. "Cut!" He yelled, waving his hands in the air, but the two ignored him, growing only closer together. Steve sighed and yelled again, much louder this time, but still the pair continued their kiss, every sound in the world blocked out except the other's heartbeat. Finally, on the third yell, Justine heard him and pushed Toby away. She stood up off his lap and walked over to her seat, biting her nails and refusing to look in his direction. Toby took this as a bad sign, thinking that she didn't like him after all. His plans to tell her his feelings were shattered, and possibly their friendship was too.

Justine and Toby thanked the crew and left, an awkward silence filling the air. He couldn't figure out what had just happened in there, with her kissing him so passionately then just pushing him away... But he knew that he didn't want to talk about. He couldn't take any more rejection, especially not from her.

They sat in the car in silence, both trying to think of something to say. Justine opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again, and continued staring out of the window.

"So where we going, J-...Justine..." Toby stuttered, his nickname for her seeming suddenly inappropriate. She sensed his hesitation.

"My apartment," She replied, still avoiding his gaze.

"Are you sure? We could go back to my place and play some video games, or we could watch a movie, go get something to eat..." Toby said, rather desperately. Justine shook her head.

"I would like to go home, please," She replied quietly.

Toby pulled up outside Justine's apartment building and he quickly got out of the car to open her door for her.

"I'll walk you to the door," He said, shutting the car door firmly behind her.

"No, you don't have to," She responded.

"I want to," He replied softly.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Justine pulled out her keys and opened the door.

"Thanks for the ride, and for today and... And for last night," She blushed, looking at the jangling keys in her hands.

"No problem," He pulled her in for a hug, which she returned somewhat awkwardly. "What are friends for?"

She nodded and made to go inside, but Toby caught her arm. "JJ, wait..." He said, and then hesitated, as if trying to find the right words. "We're still getting coffee tomorrow morning, yeah?"

"Sure, I'll pick you up at nine," She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Goodnight, Toby," She turned and went inside, slowly closing the door behind her.

"Sweet dreams, JJ," Toby whispered into the dark night.