P--poems?! Oh right.

Cam looked at the ghost in the most kindest expression he could--a look which made odd-looking--a Cam-ish look yes. He took a deeeeeeeeep breath and glanced at Anna. This by NO means meant he liked Myrtle in ANY way. He was doing this all for her in the first place, plus, he couldn't just... waste his poem he thought up of. Now who was going to be first... He looked at Jack. Eh.

Well if he did it sooner, it would've been easier right? RIGHT! Cam stepped up and waved at her. "Haiaiiaiaiaia Myrtle. Didja know you're a very..." he gulped and stared at her right in the face, "an EXTREEEEMLY pretty girl. You know, you should model for Ghost Weekly!" Ghost Weekly, he made the whole thing up. "Soooo I made like a poem for you!"

Here goes. Ughhh

Guh. WHAT IF SHE DIDN'T LIKEIT?! Nontheless, he brought two extra poems with him. Yup so he was toterrly ready.

And he bowed in front of her, trying his best to be all gentleman like. EW.