Disclaimer for entire story: I don't own the Gallagher Girl series or any of the songs featured in this story.
"Later Grant." I called after my teammate as I walked home. For once football practice was canceled today. We just walked into the locker room and there was the sign. I was relieved. I haven't had much free time since the football season started and I really missed hanging out with my best friend and next door neighbor Cammie. We have been so close since we were in diapers. Now we are high school juniors and practically ruling the school, well I am anyway. Cammie decided to quit the cheerleading squad a while ago. She has her own group of friends now but we still spend after school together, when I don't have practice, and weekends. Cammie can do anything she sets her mind to. She is brilliant, creative, and outgoing.
Before you say anything, no we aren't going out, but I wish we were. I really like her, but I don't think she feels the same way. A part is me is happy though that I have her as such a close buddy. Yet, I realized my feeling for her were real since the being of the year, 16. Great age right. She is different from every other girl I dated.
She was even my first kiss. It was quite a 'My Girl' movie moment actually. Don't ask me how I know that. I saw it like fourteen times with Cammie on our movie nights. It was an ordinary visit to the creek with our families. We were only eleven years old. I remember we were even younger she dare me to kiss her and ran away when I actually tried. Anyway, Cammie and I were sitting on the bank of the stream playing cards under an old oak tree. All of a sudden Cam leaned over and at pecked me on the lips. She had this sparkle in her eye. Cammie's only remark was, "Just curious." I would do anything for that girl. Back in freshman year I hand washed her entire backpack when a whipped cream can exploded in there.
I finally reached my house and went upstairs and to my room. I strode over to my balcony and was about to enter her room, yes both are rooms have balconies that are two feet apart, when I heard voices. Macey, one of Cammie's closest friends and a pain at my side, was over Cammie's house. The conversation stopped and I can saw Cammie strum a guitar and started to sing. Hold up one second. Since when did she play guitar and sing? Did I miss something? I couldn't help but notice her voice was soft and angelic and wow.
I don't think that passenger seat He'll never fall in love he swears I could tell you his favorite colors green He looks around the room He sees everything black and white I could tell you his favorite colors green He stands there then walks away He'd never tell you but he can play guitar Yes, I could tell you his favorite colors green
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs and
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long?
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie
My God, if I could only say
I'm holding every breathe for you
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is, "My god, he's beautiful"
So I put on my make up and pray for a miracle
He loves to argue oh and it kills me
His sisters beautiful he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
If you ask me if I love him, I'd lie
"That's my latest song Macey. What do you think" Cammie asked. She has more songs. Why haven't I ever heard of this? She never told me, her best friend.
"Other than the fact that you belong on American Idol, I think you need to get some back bone and tell him how you feel." Macey replied. Wait. That song was meant for someone. Figures. Cammie was never a fan of dating, though she was always asked out.
"Every time I write a new song we always have the same conversation. And you know how it ends. Mace, I love him. There's no way he could ever feel the same way for a plain–Jane like me. The others made that clear freshman year. I can't be his girl." Whoa! Love? Who is this guy? And Cammie is the most beautiful girl I ever met. Why would she think less of herself?
"Do you have any idea how infuriating you are? Liz, Bex, and I started writing a song for you. It's not done but I want you to sing it and actually listen to the words that come out of your mouth. Then you can finish it. I swear, you can be so dense." Cammie poked her tongue out at her in an adorable fashion. Macey rolled her eyes.
Seems the only one who doesn't see your beauty Hold on baby, you're losing it That you cry but you don't tell anyone
Is the face in the mirror looking back at you
You walk around here thinking you're not pretty
But that's not true, 'cause I know you
The water's high, you're jumping into it
And letting go and no one knows
That you might not be the golden one
And you're tied together with a smile
But you're coming undone
"Ok. I get the point. All I know is that I will never be enough for him. We are just friends. That's all we will ever be." Why does she think this? Any guy would be lucky to have her.
"Whatever Cammie. Maybe you should ask him to the Fall For-"
"NO! Not gonna happen." Cammie shouted. I got a plan just then.
"Suit yourself. I better get home. If you don't want Zach to know about this, you better clean up. He will be home in a few minutes. I can't believe you kept it a secret from him. Haven't you been playing since freshman year?" She kept a secret from me for years, two secrets actually, she sings and she's in love. My plan better work.
"Yea after I fell for him, I needed a better outlet than you, Bex, and Liz. You know why I can't tell Zach. He will figure it out. My songs are so obvious." Figure out what?
"Yea yea. You and your excuses. Ciao."
"Peace." Cammie finished packing away her songs and guitar so I made my entrance.