Light streamed through the window of the bedroom she occupied, hitting her face and making her groan as it threatened to burn out her retinas. She lifted the blanket up to cover her face only to find that it was thin enough to still let light through. She had grabbed the sheet instead of the comforter that was nowhere to be found. This only served to make her huff in annoyance before rolling over, her eyes going in and out of focus as she blinked away the grogginess that had settled over her.

The comforter was laying on the floor, balled up where she had undoubtedly kicked it off at some point during the night. Camille glared at it before she looked over to the clock on the bedside table. It was 7:00am and much earlier than she would have liked to wake up. After last night she wished she could sleep forever. She was just about to shut her eyes again when she caught sight of a white rose laying on the oak of her bedside table. She narrowed her eyes at it before pushing back the covers, her body propelling upward and forward. She grabbed the rose and made her way across the room toward the trash can. Catching sight of the lavender rose situated on the desk in her room caused her to stop.

The lavender rose came from Kyoya and she had kept it no matter how awkward it had been that night. After last night she wished she could never see the hosts again, but part of her knew that she would have to face the music sometime. That was the thought that had her walking over to place the white rose into the small vase of water that was occupied by the lavender rose. The two were pale in color and served to make her wonder why they had sought fit to give them to her in the first place. Kyoya had made his intentions clear and Tamaki had only made them clear at the end of the night.

After the kiss Tamaki had given her she had turned bright red and pushed him back, grabbing her camera bag and running toward the house. He had looked dazed when she left him standing there in the snowy park and she felt bad for having reacted rashly, but she had no other idea how to act. She had gotten those dreaded butterflies in her stomach and it had mixed with the thought of puking because she was overwhelmed. Now she was beyond mortified and guilty with a tinge of anger. Who did he think he was? He didn't even ask if it was okay to kiss her in the first place!

She let out a growl and turned away from the two roses, stomping her way over to her clothes that she had laid out before she went to bed. She donned a white short-sleeved dress shirt, tan jeans, her navy blue jacket, and her maroon scarf before slipping on her shoes. Camille needed out of this house or she was going to go insane.

The hosts were all still sleeping except for Mori who looked to be doing stretches in the room that Kyoya and her had had dinner in. The room was cleared now and it was easy to wait until his back was turned to slip by the door undetected. She was outside in a matter of moments, the cold air biting at her face as soon as she left the porch. A puff of warm air escaped her as she started down the sidewalk toward the shops they had been in yesterday. A cup of warm coffee would do her some good right about now.

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The rest of the trip was spent with Camille avoiding Tamaki. She even sat toward the back of the plane by herself the whole way home. Kyoya had been the only one to speak to her because her continued glaring had sent the others running. Kyoya had been ignored and took up sitting across the aisle from her in case she wanted to talk, but she looked out the window the whole time as if her thoughts were more entertaining than the rest of them.

The two roses that had taken up space in her room had been placed in a box for safe keeping until they got home. She planned to have them dipped in wax to keep them in their current state. Why keep the one from Tamaki? She couldn't bring herself to part with it despite her mixed feelings and would hate to regret getting rid of it if things were to change. Kyoya's was kept out of friendship and the prospect of something budding later on if it chose to do so.

The short redheaded girl caught herself pulling her scarf and jacket off as they neared home, stowing them inside her carry-on bag to be put away when she got home. It was much warmer here this time of year and she was not about to be sweating in an unlady-like manner once she left the plane. Her hair flopped down into her eyes as she leaned forward to put them away, reminding her that she was in need of a trim. Cameron had always been the one to trim her hair, but now she was going to have to do it herself. She had been putting it off since before his passing and now it was getting out of control.

"Well, we're here. Do you need someone to take you home or do you have someone picking you up?" Kyoya asked after they landed, pushing his glasses up his nose as he did. He glanced over as the others started leaving the plane, not wanting to bother her. This only served to make her feel slightly guilty. "Don't worry about them. They just don't want to make things worse. Though I can't imagine what may have gotten you upset in the first place, but you don't have to tell me right now."

"I can make it home without a ride. Thanks, Kyoya." She murmured before she stood and shouldered her bag, following the others off the plane to collect her bag. The truth was that she planned on walking home because she thought it would be a better idea than calling for someone and waiting. It was something she did not feel necessary to burden someone at the house with. "I'll see you guys later." She murmured as she watched them pile into the cars that had come to pick them up before she turned and started walking her way home.

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The return to school was welcomed by Camille with open arms for once. It was a steady distraction against the constant turmoil she found herself in. The only problem was that she kept getting looks from Tamaki and Kyoya though out lectures. Kyoya would send her looks that were flat as ever, but his eyes held confusion laced with concern. Tamaki looked hurt and confused, but he did not try talking to her or passing her any notes as she feared. He was smart enough to leave it alone.

After the final bell rang, signalling club duties were about to begin, Kyoya stopped her in the hall. "I'd like it if you'd come to the host club as a guest. It would put me at ease and I'm sure Haruhi would like to see you." With some hesitation, Camille found herself agreeing to join him during club activities. She wanted to see Haruhi and give her the gift she had picked up the day she had went out on her own.

Following Kyoya down the hall, she found herself wondering why all the students lining the halls were looking at them. It had chased away her thoughts and caused her to become uneasy. In that uneasiness, she gripped Kyoya's sleeve to gain some shred of reassurance. This only intensified the whispers that had been coming from all directions. Most of them she could not make out and it only served to confuse her more.

"They think we are together because we are seen together a lot." He stated simply as he gripped her wrist and pulled her along down the hall toward the abandoned music room. "Though I suppose that is partially my fault because they rarely see me tolerating anyone other than the other hosts. They see you as someone special to me and I suppose I shouldn't complain. I can hardly say it's wrong."

Camille blushed crimson and pulled her wrist from his grasp as they got away from the students, this hallway leading up to the club room was empty. "Why...Why am I special to you? You hardly know me. None of you do."

"That's because you don't let any of us in." He said pointedly, a bit of agitation leaking into his tone. He started walking toward her, driving her steps back into the wall. "If you let someone in every now and then, you would find out that people aren't so bad. Not even I'm that bad. Why can't you see that?" He said before he put his hands on either side of her head as her back connected with the wall. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him, unable to move. "Why won't you let me in?" He asked quietly before he leaned forward to press his lips to her's.