Hello (: Yay! Holidays! Finished school yesterday and have 2 weeks until term 3 so hopefully I will be updating more regularly. So, here is my new story Happenings (: Hope you like it!

Chapter 1

Zach POV

"Don't worry Cammie," I whispered as I pressed myself against her, "I'll be back soon." My voice was weak, even I could tell. I was reassuring her when I couldn't even reassure myself. She unwrapped herself from my arms and wiped tears from her eyes.

"I.. I know," she said, her hair flying in the wind. She was so beautiful, even when she protested that she was the most normal looking girl in the world. Her brown hair danced and twirled in the wind, whipping around her head. Her eyelashes had tears clinging to the ends, and yet she shone.

"Trust me ok? I'll be back," I said, trying to smile. She just nodded and watched me closely with her striking blue eyes.

"Be careful Zach," she says so quietly I almost don't hear her. I bit my lip and wrapped her in my arms again.

"Of course darling," I mumbled into her hair, "I'm Goode remember?" I heard her laugh weakly. A announcement for my plane rings through the airport. We step back and stare at each other.

"Come back soon," she whispers, trying to manage a smile. I try to smile back, keeping my cover all the way.

"Of course Gallagher Girl," she smiles a little at her nickname, even though it had been years since we were behind the safe walls of Gallagher. I lean over and kiss her, hoping she felt all my unspoken words. I pulled away gently, and picked up my bags.

"Bye Blackthorne Boy," she whispers, staring straight at me.

"See you soon Gallagher Girl," I reply quietly, smoothing down her hair. I give her one last smile before walking to the departures gate. I stare at it quietly before suddenly turning.

"Cammie?" she looks up, wiping tears from her eyes, breaking my heart in the process.

"I love you," I whisper, trying to keep my voice from cracking.

"I love you too Zach," she says, smiling while a tear trickles down her cheek. I smile sadly before walking through the departures gate. Not looking back.

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6 MONTHS LATER…

"Please put your seatbelts on, we are preparing for landing," a voice booms through the speakers of the plane. I click my seatbelt and stare out the window.

The night's dark and stars sprinkle across the sky. Lights sparkle all around, as the plane dips closer and closer to the ground. Finally the plane hits the tarmac.

"Welcome to the United States, ladies and Gentlemen," the voice says as the plane gently comes to a stop, and I couldn't help but give a sigh of relief. 6 months. 6 months away from America, away from my friends.

Away from Cammie.

I absentmindedly go through customs, nodding at the officials who are looking at my passport.

"Welcome back Mr Goode," the official nods and smiles before handing back my passport.

"Thank you," I smile and walk out into the night.

No one was waiting for me of course. I didn't even know I was coming back. But as I hailed a taxi and directed it to my home, I couldn't help be disappointed.

I opened my wallet and smiled at the photo of Cammie laughing stuck at the front. She was laughing and looking away from the camera, yet it captured her perfectly. I stroked the photo lovingly before staring out the window.

The roads became more and more familiar as I got closer and closer to home. But a little part of me was worried. What if Cammie was angry? If she screamed and all I could say to her was I couldn't tell her?

I tried to shrug off the questions weighing down my heart and tried to focus on seeing Cammie. Probably curled up on the couch with the TV blaring and one of her chick flicks still playing. I smiled at the thought.

Suddenly a turn tore me out of my thoughts. I took in a breath as I realised we were on our street. Me and Cammie's street. Cammie and my street. The taxi pulled closer and closer to number 15 as I inched closer and closer to the door. The taxi came to a stop.

I opened the door.

I handed the taxi driver some notes, and without another glanced picked up my bag and walked towards number 15.

It looked like how it always looked. The garden was neat, Cammie planted loads of flowers one time so flowers lined the garden. The trees still loomed above the house. The grass was still soft. But as I walked up the driveway, I found it harder and harder to breath. I was so close. I was so close to Cammie.

I pulled out a key with shaky hands. I put it in the lock and twist. The door popped open and I stepped inside.

The house was quiet and still, pictures lined on the walls like always. I walked towards the lounge, hoping that Cammie was still on. The TV blared lightly as my heart quickened. I walked in the door.

And stopped.

And stared at Grant who was sitting on the couch watching the football.

Okay, how was that? I know you probably just read that last sentence and are staring daggers at the screen right now, but remember, I am ZAMMIE 100%. All will be revealed (ish) in the next chapter (: Review! Thanks for reading XD