Best Wishes

Whoops

Camille's POV
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Okay so my life is just great. I mean who doesn't love questions coming at you 8:15 in the morning on a Saturday from a girl with no filter at all? Just kidding, I freakin sucks. Camille this, Camille that like c'mon. Kirsten keeps asking and asking what she should where what brand of makeup should she buy. She said she has to blend in and I'm starting to think it residual emotions from Carter. Carter was so caught up in wanting to be or look like every one else. I really couldn't take all the blabbering so I just wrote down the stuff she needed and she left; thank god! Now I didn't want to mention anything to Kirsten, but I like to look at my old stuff from my mom and dad while Kirsten was gone. I tried to remember the good things about my life, but it was harder then I thought. I mean everything time I see my dad in a picture he has his big brown Texas belt. The same belt he beat me and my mother with for no reason. He was a heavy drinker and he'd always come home wasted. He never came to my recitals or assemblies. Never came to a swimming tournament. He didn't even come to my any of my birthday parties; literally. My mom told me when she was giving birth to me, my father was out with some friends. She said the first time he saw me was two weeks after I was born. But I was never mad at my dad cause I knew that it probably wasn't his fault. Maybe when he was younger they used peer pressure on him and now he's addicted to it. Or maybe he had a tragic past that he thought would melt away by drinking. But you just don't abuse your kid emotionally and physically because you want to. Drugs take over your brain and heart. My mom told me that when he wasn't wasted he was a sweet family man. And I believe her so much that when it was dad's birthday, at night I would leave a cupcake on his dresser, so he knew that I cared. He never knew it was me until mom died. Next to her grave I put a cupcake next to it and he started crying and apologized to me. When I turned sixteen he kicked me out while he was drunk. And I stayed out. Got a good education and look at me I work at at a top secret agency. I don't like to be to negative on things. It just doesn't soothe me.

Kirsten's POV
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It's 10:10 at the Down and Out. Cameron is already there. Camille and Linus said they weren't coming because Maggie was helping Camille with more training and Linus is helping her. It looks pretty nice for a bar. I see Cameron.
He looks pretty good. Aww and he finally brushed his hair.

"Well I don't think it's appropriate to call you Captain Big-Hair anymore.", I joked.

"Well it's still appropriate to call you Death Stare.", he said with a grin as he swooped me up then dipped me.

"You're so stupid.", I said as I kissed him on the cheek.

"Okay so what are we looking for?", Cameron asked, referring to the case.

"Well Maggie told me that these group of boys come here every other Saturday. We look for them and watch them to see if they have a target."

"But what about this. We could be the targets without knowing it.", he said as his voice cracked from the fear of being assaulted.

"Huh, I didn't think about that. That's actually a real possibility."

"Let's pretend."

"What?", I said, scared on hearing what he was about say

"Let's pretend we're really drunk. That way they will think we'll just totally blank out by ourselves.", he said.

"I've never been drunk before."

"Well I'm just going to have to have you follow my lead.", he said. And there we were. "Drunk" as hell. And as it turns out we were going to be targets. But they went for an 18 year old girl instead. Cameron went outside and called Fisher and he came just in time.

"It turns out that there were 3 crimes like this one and there are 14 other men that could be connected to all of them. You guys have a nice night; we'll take it from here.", said Fisher.

"Thanks, Fisher.", said Cameron.

"No problem, Glasses.", said fisher with a annoying grin.

"So what do we do now?", I asked Cameron, regretting asking him about his opinion.

"So you say you've never got drunk.", Cameron said with a sly grin.

"Cameron, no.", I said sternly.

"C'mon. You don't want do be the drinking virgin.", he said as he want over to the counter and asked for shots.

"Really? Drinking virgin?"

"At least take one Kirsten..."

19 Shots Later...

"Okay, okay, okay; truth or dare, Cam.", I said.

"Dare!", Cameron said, throwing his hands up in the air.

"I dare you to go kiss that lady."

"But that's a man. And I love you, Kit-Kat.", Cameron said.

"Okay well then kiss me.", I said. Cameron missed my lips and fell on the floor.

"Okay, that a bad dare.", he said as he sat in his seat.

"Okay my turn!!", I said before asking the man for more shots.

"Truth or Dare?", he asked.

"Dare.", I said.

"I dare you come to my apartment right now.", he said with a sly grin.

"Carry me?", I asked.
           
6 hours later...

Cameron's POV
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I woke up in a haze. My brain felt like two pieces of hot iron was placed on it for more than a hour. I realized wasn't wearing anything under the sheets. Not even boxers. I close my eyes tightly, hoping that a certain someone wasn't next to me. I opened my eyes and my heart dropped when I saw her. Don't get me wrong I love Kirsten, but I would want her to give herself away to me without her even knowing or remembering it. And plus it's my fault. I told her to have a few shots, and we sure did take some. Kirsten started to wake up and she had the same reaction I did when I realized I wasn't wearing any clothes. Plus she recognized the room and bed. She turned around and squinted at me.

"Did we?", she asked in a concerning look.

"Yeah. Looks like we did.", I said with a scoff, looking around seeing pillows and clothes all over the floor. I was afraid Kirsten was going to start crying but surprisingly she was laughing. Then she finally said something after the infinite laughing.

"Ugh, I've always waiting for this morning to come. And here it is.", she said shaking her head with her fingers touching her lips.

"Wait, what?", I said with my eyes poking out of my head.

"I've always want to, Cameron. I guess I was just scared or insecure.", she said.

"I was afraid you'd say that.", I said.

"Why?", she asked.

"Because you are one of the most beautiful thing created that I've ever seen. I am honored.", I said.

"I love you, Girlfriend.", she said.

"I love you too, Stretch."