18

I was back to work, doing my usual routine of cleaning, when the triplets stumbled in, taking to the stairs at once.

Next proceeded the figures of Logan and Tyler, speaking in muffled voices, yammering to each other. They took no notice of my figure crouched low to the ground, dusting and cleaning.

Unlike every other day, I noticed Tyler actually spoke much more than he used to. His head fell back, while he laughed heartily to whatever Logan was saying.

A figure walked in right behind--Cameron, eyes focusing on my form, while I averted my gaze at once, resuming my cleaning.

I heard him call my name, causing me to turn to him, noticing as he scratched at his forehead, gaze peering on at me.

Was he nervous?

"Thanks for yesterday"

"You did save me" he uttered quietly, averting his gaze from my figure.

Grabbing an item from his backpack, he held it in his outstretched hands.

"I want you to have this"

"A bid of saying 'Thank you' for helping me out"

I stared blankly at him, totally