Well this is the new college story, as voted for on my poll. By the way, don't get any anti-Zammie ideas, because this story isn't actually about Zach and Macey, it's about Cammie and Zach.

Enjoy...

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It was a Friday night, sometime in May; and there was only a few weeks still leading up until summer vacation. As Zach paced back and forth, in the quiet alley next to the house party, he had accompanied his friends originally to go to. But, he couldn't go in yet. That because, as he held the wrinkled paper in his hands, he thought of Macey. A girl he'd been pining over since the year before, who probably was inside with another guy, as she was irresistible to the male eye. To her, Zach was probably just a mere friend, though she would say best friend's, Zach felt friendship-wise they weren't really that close.

"Hm.. Macey, your...-No, Zach what are you saying? That's so stupid. Macey your like a..-No." He said, trying to think up the perfect thing to say to Macey, to sum up his feelings for her and not end up looking like a complete ass.
"Who are you talking to?" A voice asked from behind him, he whipped around, to see a girl, probably a college sophmore like him, with long-ish blonde hair, and sapphire blue eyes. He wouldn't lie to himself, he had to admit, she was beautiful, though he already had someone else in mind.
"Uhm, no one. I thought I was alone.." He trailed off, embarrassed that he'd been caught.
"So you were talking to yourself?" She asked, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Shouldn't you be inside?" He asked, changing the topic quickly.
"Well, I guess, but my friends, who dragged me here, are probably somewhere inside on their own, busy getting with some guy. So no. What about you? Shouldn't you be inside?"
"I was, but I just had to get out of there."
"So who's Macey?- Oh wait, is it Macey Brocenheim?"
"McHenry." He corrected.
"Oh right, wait do you go to North Roseville?" She asked.
"Uh yeah, Oceania?"
"West." She said.
"Ah, oh and she's just this girl."
"Well, she sounded pretty special."
"Doesn't even matter, she's already with Dillon Brecon inside."
"That's why you had to make your great escape?- Wait! Dillon? My friend hooked up with him at some other party, apparently that guy is ripped!" She exclaimed, leaning against the wall."
"Thanks, real confidence boosting." Zach mumbled.
"Sorry."
Then they both stared at each other for a second, not being able to tear their eyes away from each other, it was as if they had some type of connection. Then she seemed to tear her eyes away...
"Well, I'd better get back inside.." She said, turning away.
"Wait." She turned back, at the sound of his voice, "Could you, uhm. Just give me any advice for talking to this girl, I mean, what I could say?
"Well, have you thought of anything already?" She asked, then he took out the small crinkled paper from his back pocket, and her eyes widened.

Zach began to read the words on the paper out loud to her, "Macey, I've been thinking a lot lately, there's been a lot on my mind. And one thing, I think about is you. It's almost like when I see you in the hallways everyday at school, it seems to clear my mind, in a good way. The way you play with the ends of your hair-"
"Wait, she clears your mind?" Cammie cut in.
"Uhm..." He blinked a few times, "Oh my god- I can't believe I just- Ah geez, that is probably the most embarrassing thing ever- oh my god. I was actually going to read that to her, man. I'm so stupid."
"No. No, no, no. Your not. It's just, think more about what you're saying to her." She explained, sitting down next to Zach against the wall, as he was sat with knees loosely held into his chest. "Not the shit about how her hair clears your mind."
"So what should I say?" He asked, seriously.
"Well, avoid being so deep and just talk to her. Be you. Like your being now, talking to me."

"Yeah, but it's easy talking to you, your you and She's Macey."
"Gee thanks, way to make me feel special." She replied, sarcastically.
"Sorry."
She sighed, "It's fine. Just calm down, and talk to her casually, it's easy."
"Hm, sure."
Then they were silent again. The slow music from the party playing in the background, flowing outside to where they sat, silently.
"God, I love this song." She said, softly, her head lay against the wall, as she stared back at him.
"Wanna dance?" He asked.
"No." She answered after a minute.
"Wow." He said, little shocked.
"No, sorry. I mean, I just- I hate dancing, I mean, I can't. Like Prom, slow dancing- ugh. No I can't handle the mushy slow dances, and the making out couples, I mean seriously, in the middle of the gym your just going to make out where there are teachers and other students."
"We're alone here, no ones watching us, besides when did we get onto the topic of Prom?" He chuckled a little.
She huffed, and got up, walking over in the middle of the open alley, the same song radiating out over the backyard fence of the house to where she stood. "Well?" She asked, holding her hands out in exasperation.
"Geez, don't enjoy it to much." Zach scoffed, sarcastically.
"Just come on." She said, as he walked up to her, placing both hands on her sides, as she met both of her hands at the back of his neck. They swayed slowly, to the rhythm of the song, staring at each other again.

"So your name is?" She asked after a few minutes.
"Oh right, it's Zach. Yours?"
"Cammie."

Then they heard someone coming out of the backyard door, and separated immediately. It was a guy around Zach's age, but he wasn't familiar to either of them, and he was running, "Guy's run! The cops are here, and their putting down everyone's names and arresting them. You gotta get out of here!" He yelled, running fast ahead of them, "Come on assholes, don't just stand there, he yelled, turning his head back.

And so they ran...

What will happen?