Those Camsten One Shots (Stitchers)

You Stole My Heart

Description: Kirsten wasn't good at returning things. And no matter how hard she tries, there are some things that can't be given back.

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Kirsten had never been good at returning things. She constantly took things from Cameron's apartment. But there was one thing she never could figure out how to return.

The first time she took something, it was a shirt. It had been poring outside, and Cameron had refused to let her leave his house without an umbrella and a dry clothing.

"Your jeans look fine, but your shirt is soaked. Take the shirt." Cameron practically threw the shirt- No, he just threw the shirt at her.

"Cameron, I'm fine. I've been through worse. Keep your shirt." The brunette didn't realize that Kirsten was trying to get the point across that it was a bad idea - he just thought she was being modest. Cameron should've known better; Kirsten wasn't modest.

Without telling Cameron bluntly - for once - Kirsten was trying to make him understand that she wouldn't bring it back. Kirsten worked on routine, and her routine with borrowing things is that they didn't usually go back.

"Take the shirt, grab an umbrella, and go home before the bottom drops out," Cameron paused and turned around, "Again."

"Fine."

So Kirsten put on the shirt, did not grab an umbrella, and went home. She never returned that shirt.

The second time Kirsten "borrowed" something, it was pillow. They had been drunk; not like that excused whatever happened that night. They didn't have sex - both woke up with plenty of clothes on to rule that out. But they were asleep in they same bed, Cameron's bed, hands linked in sleep. Kirsten woke up with a spliting headache. She grabbed a pillow, threw on her jacket, and headed out of the apartment.

She almost hadn't noticed the pillow tucked under her arm. When she reached the bus stop, however, she almost gave herself a pat on the back. The bench was cold and unforgiving, and the pillow was the only comfort she got until the bus arrived around five A.M.

She eventually gave it back, but not until she absolutely had to. 

The third time Kirsten took something, it was Cameron's apartment. They had been dating for a while - it was only when Camille burned the apartment down that Kirsten agreed to move in with her boyfriend - or as she called him, Girlfriend.

Kirsten had saved a few precious things from her old home. Her phone, laptop, clothes (including Cameron's shirt), and Camille. The blonde's roommate moved in with Linus without hesitation, leaving Kirsten to find somewhere to live. With her belongings in a box, the stitcher went to Cameron's house.

Kirsten used her signature rapid knock. Cameron answered the door as usual, and eyed the box. "Finally decided to bring my stuff back, Buttercup?"

Kirsten flashed a smirk. "You wish. My house is currently. . . going under renovations."

Cameron narrowed his eyes at her. "So, your moving in with me?"

"Yes. The right side of the bed is mine. I expect breakfast because ever time I've slept here I've woken up to a meal. I do not agree to watching that show Doctor Whatever. And I expect clocks everywhere."

The neuron-scientist was speechless. Kirsten stood in the doorway, waiting. Of course she would wait; she couldn't tell time. And right then, neither could Cameron.

"It's Doctor Who." 

Then the small fights began.

"Kirsten it's the only shirt clean!"

"You gave it to me!"

"I let you borrow it!"

"Fine! Take it!"

And the door slammed close.

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"It's not my fault you wore out the pillow!"

"Cameron we can just go bye another one!"

"Is this weather? It'll have to wait, Kirsten!"

"I'll go buy it myself!"

"Kirst-"

And the door slammed close again.

And now it was a week after that fight. Cameron sat on the couch, glasses askew on his face, nose buried in a cook book. So this is what I do when my girlfriend leaves, he thought. I sit around with a book and try to avoid it. He became so focused on his book he didn't notice Kirsten walk in with a box full of miscellaneous items.

 Cameron looked up when the box was dropped beside him with a thud. Looking inside he saw that there was everything Kirsten had ever taken from him - except for his shirt, which she was wearing. Looking up, he saw the blonde walking out the door.

"Kirsten! Kirsten come back!"

Cameron didn't even think to grab a jacket as he ran outside. By the time he made it to the lobby downstairs, Kirsten was already outside. He ran out, following the blonde. "Kirsten!"

She turned around. "What?"

"Come back."

"Camer-" Kirsten was cut off by the man in question kissing the living daylights out of her. He dragged her back up to the apartment, but didn't reconnect their kiss. "Cameron," Kirsten got out, gasping for breath, "what the Hell?"

"Nothing in this box is worth returning anymore."

"What?" Kirsten looked up with a confused look.

"You stole something your never giving back Stretch."

"And what would that be?"

"My heart."