Disclaimer: I do not own the Gallagher Girls because *insert witty remark here*

Ignite

' we all have been degraded, we all will be the greatest '

i.

Cammie Morgan opened the window of her bedroom. The night air was cool and thick, enveloping her small frame then entering her second story room. She stuck her head out and took in a breath of fresh air. The night was young as she was and just as alive.

She quickly gathered her things into her purse and tossed it outside the window. She watched as it fell to the nicely manicured grass of her front lawn. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket to check the time, 10:15. She put her phone back and climbed out the window and onto the maroon roof tiles. It was elevated so she sat on her butt and carefully slid down.

Cammie looked over her shoulder and towards where her parents' bedroom was. The lights were out, indicating they were already asleep. Cammie then slowly stood up and jumped off to land skillfully on her feet. She had her three years of gymnastics to thank for that.

Cammie then grabbed her purse off the ground and ran across the lawn and away from her house. She then walked down the street and saw the familiar red Mustang her best friend, Bex Baxter, drove. Cammie walked up to the passenger door and pulled it open.

"Took you long enough," Bex said as she applied a sheer coat of lip gloss onto her pouty lips.

"Sorry, you know my parents," Cammie rolled her eyes and rolled down her window. Bex turned on her car and began driving down the road. Cammie smiled, already feeling excited. She and Bex were going to drive a little out of their small town of Roseville, Virginia and into the next town over where they'd be hosting a music festival.

Of course, Cammie's parents being the strict business people they were, were never going to let her do something cool. She was sixteen years old and pretty much had no control over her life. Her parents would constantly check up on her by calling her phone, whether she was on a date with a cute boy or just at school. They would drop her and pick her up to wherever she wanted to go. Even as a kid they were crazy and protective, giving her a helmet when she played on the swings and cutting all her vegetables. She liked to think it was because they cared so much. It wasn't a bad thing but sometimes it was just painfully annoying.

Cammie also had a strict 10:00 curfew, which she was breaking right now. But strict parents meant rebellious teenagers.

ii.

When Cammie snuck back into her room before the sun rose, her parents were already seated on her bed waiting impatiently for her. She was just about to close the window and crawl into bed when she heard her dad clear his throat. She froze, biting her lip from letting a curse word escape. That would just put her into more trouble. She turned around, a sly smile on her face. "Uh… hey guys?"

"Where have you been?" Her father asked, a scowl forming on his eyebrows. Cammie's mom had the same expression, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"Um… I was going for a morning jog?" Cammie tried weakly.

"Where were you?" Her mother asked, glaring at her.

Cammie dropped her purse onto the floor and sighed. "I was out at the music festival I was talking to you about. I went with Bex and nothing bad happened. I didn't smoke or drink or have sex. So you don't have to even lecture me about it. I just wanted to listen to some music, okay?"

"Then plug in your iPod!" Her father replied, standing up. He was still in his flannel pajamas and bathrobe. He had soft slippers on and a tired look on his face. "We were worried sick about you, Cameron. We were going to call the cops and start a search party."

"You worry too much," Cammie answered.

"You don't worry enough," her father said back, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "You could have gotten hurt."

"Could've being the keyword!" Cammie insisted, looking past her parents to the collage of photographs that were taped onto her purple painted walls. She hated arguing with her parents but she couldn't help it sometimes.

"Get dressed for school; we will talk about this when you get home." Her mother said putting a hand on her husband's arm. She gestured for them to leave Cammie to get ready and he sighed. He looked at Cammie, "be down in fifteen minutes."

iii.

"So how mad were they?" Cammie's other best friend, Macey McHenry, asked once Cammie made her way into their homeroom. Cammie took the seat next to her and sighed, dropping her tote bag on the floor.

"Well, you know, they yelled, got all panicky, and then got all quiet because their daughter is such a disappointment," Cammie made a face at the end of her sentence and sighed exasperated.

"I can't believe you and Bex went without me," Macey groaned. "I bet it was killer." She slouched in her seat, twirling the heart shaped pendant that hung around her neck.

Cammie chuckled, "It was. And getting in trouble was totally worth it."

"Gosh your parents should lay off, it's not like you're pregnant or anything." Macey said with a smile.

"I might as well be," Cammie said drumming her fingers on her desk. "I mean, isn't it crazy how they don't even trust me to go to the movies by myself?"

"Well, it's better than having a father who is barely at home," Macey replied referring to her own father, Senator McHenry, who was always super busy doing town counsel stuff and cutting long ribbons with big scissors.

The bell rang then, everyone getting out of their desks to rush to their first period. Cammie stuffed her binder and books into her bag and waved goodbye at Macey. She placed the strap onto her shoulder and followed the crowd that was exiting the classroom.

When Cammie walked into the hall, she collided with a guy who was carrying a large text book. The text book fell along with all the papers that were stuffed into it. Cammie gasped, surprised and embarrassed. She quickly bent down just as the guy did to gather all the stuff. "Oh gee, I'm sorry." Cammie blushed looking into his deep green eyes that were framed with dark thick eyelashes and eyebrows.

"No worries," The stranger took the book into his hands. "I'm Zach, by the way."

a/n: yeah, I don't know why I'm writing a new story when I should be working on my other in progress stories. I'm really weird. But this story is going to be super short in everything. Short in chapters, short in words per chapter. It's what I dub a mini-fic! So tell me what you think.

This story is AU and the characters are just slightly OoC, I would tell you more but that'd reveal too much. Okay, stay wonderful, darlings :)