MAYA

Who knew you could put a radio in an electric scooter? But with my arms around Campbell, I could hear him humming along to Maroon 5's Payphone, and was once again reminded that I was on a date with probably the sweetest guy in all of Toronto. At first I did everything I could not to touch him, but Cam must've noticed because he started tilting really far on the corners. I handled the first corner by squeaking and gripping the sides of my seat. "Better hold on to me," Cam suggested, and as awkward as I felt I really didn't wanna die today, so I put my arms loosely arm him. Next corner, my arms were squeezing for dear life, but he wasn't complaining. Apologize by OneRepublic came on the radio, and I started whispering the words, I shifted to make myself more comfortable and rested my cheek against Campbell's back. Perfect. It didn't matter that my butt was getting sore, I wouldn't have moved if an elephant stampede came to mow us down.

We finally swerved to a stop in front of the bike rack at Riverdale Park. Cam parked, swung, off and reached to help me, but I was already off. It was a good thing he was there though because I didn't realize my legs would feel like Jell-O after the ride, and Cam was right there to catch me as I stumbled. "Woah, slow down, Maya. This is perfectly normal, happens to everyone after their first real ride." He unhooked a picnic basket from the back of the little scooter; I wondered what was in it.

"Do you take girls out on this thing often?" I asked sarcastically, but secretly I wanted to know if I was really the only girl at Degrassi he liked.

He grinned, "Nope, that's just the speech my billet mom gave me when she taught me to drive the thing. Why? Would you not like me taking other girls out?"

I blushed, hard. "I-I guess that depends on how today goes," I stuttered, but tried to get a leg up on him.

Cam leaned over and kissed my cheek, "There's no one else in Toronto I would take on that scooter, or on a date, and there sure as hell isn't anyone else I'd brave older brothers for." And queue a harder blush.

"Yeah, Ian's a little much, isn't he?" I asked and he laughed and nodded.

"I'm just glad I'm not Drew Torres right now." That cracked me up. "I think I'm with the safer Matlin."

God, Cam quit saying this adorable stuff before I melt like popsicle on the beach in Florida, I thought, getting all metaphorical. I grabbed Cam hand next to my side, "So where are we headed?" I asked when he started leading towards the woods.

"There a great spot for picnics right about…. Here!" The woods were thick where we were, but it all opened up at his gigantic flat rock. Cam started climbing up the rock with the picnic basket, still holding my hand. Thank god I didn't let Katie put me in flats. I smiled fondly at my red converse with the music notes drawn in sharpie. Cam had already reached the top, and proceeded to bend down and just pick me up. I knew hockey players pack some muscles, but lifting 110 pounds is no small feat. He set me down and smiled.

"Thanks," I said. "So what's in the picnic basket?"

Cam opened it. "Two PB&Js, a large order of sweet potato fries, and root beer," I gasped, and he smiled all proud of himself.

"How did you know?" I asked.

His smile got bigger, "Your friend, Tori, loves to talk." He's cute, sweet, adorable, and now…. Evil genius. Gosh, I was falling hard.

After we ate the best meal ever, we cleaned up and brought the basket back to the scooter. Cam grabbed my hand and offered to give me a tour of the place. I'd lived in Riverdale my whole life, and I had never been here except for a Christmas parade in second grade.

Cam showed me the ice rink where him and the other Ice Hounds played hockey. "Can I come to the next one?" I asked, "It seems like a lot of fun, plus if I get bored I can head to the playground over there."

He laughed, "You won't be alone, a couple of the other hockey girlfriends always end up leaving after ten minutes to go on the monkey bars." He blushed when he realized what he said.

"So I'm your girlfriend now?" I asked smiled shyly.

Cam's blush deepened, "We do you want to be?"

"Depends on whether you want me to be your girlfriend,"

"God Maya, you have to have realized that by now that I'm one hundred percent yours."

I smiled really big, "In that case, yes, Cam. I'd love to be your girlfriend."

"And Score for Saunders!" he cheered. Cam picked me up and spun me in a circle, then kissed me. It was a perfect kiss, exactly what you imagine in all those movies. It wasn't my first kiss, but it was more important to me that it was our first kiss, way more exciting than any time I'd kissed a guy that didn't matter to me at one of Katie's parties. One of Cam's hands was on my cheek and his other on my waist, both my arms were looped around his neck. With each second the kiss got deeper and he pulled me closer. Stupid air, I thought when I finally had to come up for air. Cam's forehead was against mine and I was able to hear him when he whispered, "Perfect."

CAM

"Maya, it's so nice to finally meet you!" Belle said excitedly and hugged Maya. "Campbell talks about you all the time, actually I think you're the only thing he's talked about in weeks. He didn't say you were this gorgeous though, I mean he said you were beautiful, but you're a whole new level of pretty." I willed Belle to shut up, but I didn't say anything because I could tell it was impressing Maya.

Maya returned the enthusiasm, "It's so nice to meet you to! I don't usually look like this, but I have an older sister who woke me up early today to style me." She did look amazing, but except for the straightened hair, she looked like the same Maya who looked beautiful every day.

They made small talk for a while before Belle finally had to leave, "Gotta go teach a class. Bye, Maya. You two have a good night." Then she mouthed towards me Don't be stupid.

"Bye, Belle!" me and Maya both called, waving.

After she left, I gave Maya a tour of the loft. It was a nice place, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen, spacy den, and Belle's mini gym. My room was amazing, triple the size of the one back home in New Hampshire. I had only been there two months, so it wasn't totally decorated but the walls were painted red, my favorite color, and the ceiling had these little star designs that Belle helped me make. I dragged Maya over to the stack of DVDs, "What do you wanna watch?" I asked lifting up Belle's copy of Mean Girls.

Maya saw the movie I grabbed and started laughing, "You wouldn't last five minutes into that movie, and I know that because I only lasted fifteen before I made Tori change it." She went back to pile and looked through the choices, Maya pulled out Grown Ups. "This is what we're watching." God, I love this girl.

I popped it into my DVD player, and we settled ourselves on my bed with my arm around her and her head on my shoulder. It was nice but hard to keep up while we were constantly laughing.

The movie was over and we had just been cuddling for a while when the question came, "Are you related to Belle?" Maya asked cautiously. "It's just that she's looks like she could be your aunt." It's true, Belle and I had a resemblance that everyone who saw us noticed, but no one knew the truth.

I sighed, "It's a really long story, but if you want to hear it, I'll be happy to tell you."

Maya smiled, "Of course I want to hear it!"

"Okay, but get comfortable because this might put you to sleep." I said, and Maya snuggled closer to me.

"All comfy!"

"Belle is my biological mom." Maya's jaw dropped, but I saw it coming. "Belle was seventeen then, and she was training to be a figure skater in the Olympics. She just couldn't handle a kid then, but she didn't want an abortion either, so she put me up for adoption. Belle found my parents, who couldn't have any children, and she really liked them, so she made a deal: they wouldn't have to pay a penny to get, but she would get to name me. My name's Campbell Blake, the –bell in Campbell is after Belle and Blakely is her name, so I'm assuming that's where Blake comes from."

Maya's jaw had returned to its original position, "How did you end up back with Belle?"

"For the first twelve years of my life, I was completely spoiled, I was the only child of people that would never be able to have another kid. But then technology changed and suddenly it wasn't so impossible, and my mom got pregnant with the triplets. They're almost three now, Kyle, Violet, and Tessa. I love them to pieces but when they were born I realized I was the back-up plan in case they could never have kids of their own. If the triplets had been born before me, I would've never been adopted. I got good at hockey, and ended up being recruited by the Ice Hounds. Obviously when I told my parents they didn't want to pack up and move the triplets without a good reason, but my dad offered to try to get a hold of my birth mom and see if I could live with her as a billet. The first time I talked to her on the phone, we both started crying. Belle is amazing, being here in Toronto, I'm the happiest I've ever been." I finished squeezing Maya.

She kissed me, "Thanks for telling me," she whispered.

I smiled. "Okay, end of my life story, it's almost six, and we have somewhere else to be."