WARNING: MAJOR GG5 spoilers ahead. Well...not major but trust me, if you haven't read GG5 yet then you most definitely DO NOT want to read this. Seriously. Go away. Now. Don't look back.

a/n: so I've been considerably dead for the past couple of months (yeah...when is summer coming?) but ok I need take a moment and fangirl over G55...kqoFhjiokwkdnbihjfb PRESTON dofnbdfkgfj CAMMIE djfireksldf ZACH oiefbnfrfi ABBY AND TOWNSEND fdjiefjesdk ALL THE SHIT THAT WENT DOWN odslknxdiejf ok. ok. Seriously, someone needs to PM so we can fangirl together, kay? My friends are lame and don't read the series and my sister quite reading it after book 2. Pfft.

fireworks.

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It was the fourth of July and Preston Winters felt lonely.

He also had realized that not all countries celebrate the fourth of July. Who knew no one else cared about America's gain of independence?

His father was out on some sort of meeting. Preston didn't bothering asking, or caring, what the meeting was even about. His father was always at meetings, had been since Preston was a baby.

There was a silence that seemed so deafening in what seemed to be an empty house. It wasn't really empty of course. There were security guards and chefs and servants all around the house but it wasn't the same. Not really. Preston wanted actual friends to be with. People his father did not pay to stick around.

"Mr. Preston," Isabelle, the Winters' maid, said. She was standing in the doorway of his room. "Are you alright?"

Preston stared up at the ceiling of his room. Bleak. Like everything else about that place. "Yes, Isabelle. Everything is fine."

Isabelle looked unconvinced. She frowned and put a hand on her hip. "It's your country's independence day, yes?" He only nodded. "Then go out! Do something!

Run. You like to run, don't you?"

Actually, Preston didn't really like running. At all. But he had gotten in the habit of it a month ago when he realized there really was not much else for him to do.

But because Isabelle had that 'I'm giving you no choice' look on her face, Preston got changed into shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers and left the house on his usual route.

It was dark out, already 9 o'clock Rome's time. His bare arms felt cold from the small breeze and he shivered slightly.

After one mile Preston stopped and leaned against a brick wall, out of breath.

He looked up at the ink blue night sky with the bright twinkling stars.

There should be fireworks, he thought. Suddenly he found himself wanting fireworks to brighten up the dark sky in bursts of reds and blues.

Stupid Italy.

Just as he was about to get up and start back up again he caught movement in the corner of his eye. A girl. As she got closer he could see she was a teenage girl.

A familiar teenage girl... "Preston, is that you?"

Isn't that...?

"Cammie?" He breathed in shock.

She looked as the way he remembered her from the last time he saw her. The last time he saw Macey...

She smiled. "Hey I thought that was you."

Preston nodded, still a little stunned. "What are you doing in Rome?'

Cammie bit her lip and looked a little sheepish. "I'm actually lost. You see, my family and I were backpacking in Italy and I kind of...lost them..."

Preston took a second to take her appearance in, thinking that she didn't even have a backpack to begin with. He decided not to question it. "I see," He responded. "Well I can take you back to my place, it's not far. We can sort this whole thing out there."

Cammie smiled brightly and Preston felt himself smile back. She had the kind of smile that was contagious.

As they began their walk back Cammie looked at him. "I'm really glad I ran into you." His eyes met hers and he couldn't help but notice a loneliness and sadness that he hadn't noticed before. She bit her lip. "I just...I didn't want to be alone anymore."

And for the first time in what felt like a long time, Preston felt at home. "Yeah, me either."

He just might have found his fireworks.

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I might make this into a series of oneshots of Preston and Cammie's summer (well…until she left). Thoughts?