A/N- OKAY I KNOW I HAVE LIKE THREE OTHER STORIES THAT NEED FINISHING, BUT I COULDN'T RESIST WRITING THIS! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!
Cammie's POV
"I don't want to move!" I shouted at my father.
"Well you have no choice! I don't want to live here anymore." Mother had been dead for a year now and until a few weeks ago my dad had been coping well, but now he seemed to be suffering more than usual.
"Fine." I said trying to keep the pain out of my voice. I knew it was this house, this town. He saw her everywhere even I found it hard some days, well every day, but some days it was worse.
"Go pack, we leave tomorrow." I tried not to gasp.
"Tomorrow?" I said struggling to keep calm.
"Yes, tomorrow." He spat and went into the kitchen. I ran up to my room and cried into my pillow for a million reasons; my mother, my father, my friends. I cried because I felt like it and I stopped because my phone rang.
"Hello?" I sniffled into the phone, sense I had forgotten to check the caller ID it came out more like a question than a greeting.
"Cam? You okay?" Grace asked in a concerned tone. I shook my head.
"No," I bubbled into the speaker
"Oh, sweetie what's wrong?" she asked calmly.
"I'm moving!" cried out and she took in deep breath "Grace I'm leaving tomorrow!"
"No! Cammie, you must be mistaken! You can't just get up and leave in one day… can you?" I hung my head.
"I guess you can. My dad is not well, I think he is jumping into this, but there is nothing I can do to change his mind. I couldn't even get him to delay. Grace I'm so worried about him, about everything." I whispered the last bit, but luckily Grace had heard it all and I didn't have to repeat it.
"Do you want me to come over?" I was about to say yes when I remembered the smell of alcohol that had radiated off my dad during our argument.
"No, I'm okay. Anyway what was it you called about?" I asked curiously trying to change the subject.
"Oh, just to chat. My parents are arguing about the colour the kitchen should be painted, or whether it should be painted at all. It's all silly, but very loud." She laughed a little. I heard my father shout my name. I ignored it for a few minutes, but when I heard him coming up the stairs I told Grace I had to go and would call her when I got to the new house tomorrow.
"Cammie!" he burst into my room, it scared me so much that I jumped up off my bed and almost started crying again. "You answer me when I call for you." He choked out.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly unsure what he was going to do.
"I told you to pack. Do it." and with that he turned and left and I did.
Xxxxx
I sat in the back seat of the car. My dad was driving and we a moving van following us to the new house. Roseville, Virginia; Roseville, Virginia! I couldn't really believe it. We pulled up into the drive way of a large house. It was old, but beautiful.
"We're here!" my dad said cheerfully and I was a little taken aback by how happy he was. Go find you room Cam. Feel free to have a wonder around town for a while if you want. I'll deal with the movers." He basically skipped over to the large van that had parked across the street and I stood shocked for a moment, before grabbing my purse and heading off into to town to explore.
The town was adorable. It had small shops and a pharmacy that also served as local co-op. I went in to get something for dinner and breakfast tomorrow. I wandered around for a few minutes gathering a few things in a small metal basket I had picked up on the way in. when my basket was full and getting a little heavy I headed over to the counter.
There was a small plump woman behind the counter. She seemed out of place there in a little white apron. She was busy with something under the counter I had to clear my throat gently to get her attention.
"Oh, hello dear." She said smiling. She looked down at the basket I had placed on the counter "Ah, I'm sorry darling, but I'm afraid I don't work here. I own the café across the street. Just picking up a delivery." She held up a wicker basket full of coffee bags and flour.
"Sorry, I just assumed…" I blushed slightly I felt d=so silly.
"Oh," she said pulling her head back giving herself a larger double chin "Don't be sorry, let me just gave Dave for you.
"Dave?!" the woman shouted into the back room. Out came a tall, broad shouldered boy. He had dark brown hair and ice blue eyes that were intoxicating. His hair was slightly tousled. He caught me staring and smiled, I blushed.
"Matt! Do you know where your father is?" said the woman.
"Ah, he's out." He said stilling staring at me and I went redder. "But I can help."
"That's so sweet of you dear. This is…" she gestured to me raising an eyebrow realising she didn't know my name.
"Cammie, Cammie Morgan. My name is Cammie." I stumbled over my own name. Matt smiled at me.
"Nice to meet you Cammie, I'm Matt."
"Well I'll leave you two alone. Matt tell your father I picked up my order." She said and headed out of the shop.
Matt started to ring me up.
"Are you new here?" he asked as he put my milk into a bag.
"Yeah, I just moved here. Thought I would go for a little wonder."
"Cool, well maybe I could give you tour some time?" he put the rest of my stuff into the bag and grabbed a sheet of paper off a note pad on the counter and jotted down something with a red pen.
"Here's my number. Text me so I can get yours. I picked up my bag and tucked the number into my purse.
"Thanks." Said giving the money for the total it said on the register. He took it, but caught my hand in his.
"See you around Cammie Morgan." And with that kissed my hand and let me go.
As I made my way out of the shop I still felt the lingering blush from Matt's kiss. I was going to head home when I noticed the café the woman in the shop had talked about and decided to go get a coffee. I was about cross the road when I felt some one's eyes on me. I turned around expecting to see Matt, but instead catching sight of a bunch of hard glares from a group of fake girls in short shorts and tank tops. I wasn't quite sure what I had done to deserve their disapproval so I turned away and head across the street and entered the café. I chatted with the woman from earlier and found out her name was molly. I ordered an iced mocha, before turning to heading out of the shop. I wasn't expecting to be knocked over spilling the cold liquid all down my top.
"I am so sorry!" a low southern voice said
"That's okay-" I looked up and gasped as I stared into a pair of sparkling emerald eyes.
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