* So instead of doing my normal one-shots, I decided to create a story,Yay. Anyways I wrote this, and just posted it without editing. So forgive me, if it sucks balls. And oh, I don't own. Enjoy. (:

"Fuck you Grant. Your dead."

"In your dreams pretty boy."

"Dude, why would I have dreams about you?"

"Because I'm such a stud. Anyways, man once we're done beasting it up on COD I need to ask you something. So come over later."

"Really Grant? Beasting it up on COD? Where'd you get that one? Some teenage chick? But sure I'll be over in ten."

"Your mom."

"That was the awesomest comeback in the world. I'm on my way over Newman, so stop trying to fucking kill me."

Ten minutes later, as promised, my F150 pulled into Grant's driveway. He met me outside with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Yo, Zach, here me out man. I need your help. What are you doing tonight?"

"Grant I think its cute that you still think we have a chance with this little crush of yours, but I don't play for both teams. I thought we clarified that."

"Zach I'm serious."

For once, Grant looked nervous. "Fine, what?"

"My sister's back in town. And since I have baseball tryouts, I need you to keep her company. But don't try anything on her. You do, and I'll make sure you will never enjoy sex, EVER."

"Woah man, that's a big threat. Anyways, since when did Liz leave? I could have sworn I saw her at school, at least I think so?"

"Nah man. This is my other sister. Cammie. You remember her? Well probably not, she was only at our school for like half of freshman year, before they kicked her out and sent her to reform school."

Lord help me, if she looks anything like Liz. I mean not like she's ugly, but it would be awesome if she was hot so she could at least make our forced time enjoyable.

"Fine Grant, I'll help you out. But damn, reform school? Must be a badass."

"Zach, No funny business, please."

"Aight, man chill. Since I don't like hearing desperation in your voice, I'll be nice."

"Okay bro, I'm going to get her. She's a little, um, yeah, anyways, I'll be back."

There were pros and cons to being Grant Newman's best friend. And right now, happened to be a con. All because I had to drag his little sister around and be her "tour guide". I kind of felt like an idiot, standing in his driveway for five minutes, until the front door creaked open. And a mysterious voice spoke.

"Grant this is stupid. I don't need someone to show me around. I'm a big girl."

"Zach, this is Cammie, my sister."

Damn. Cammie was hot, in a badass kind of way. Short shorts, floral shirt exposing her six-pack abs, and a tattoo on her hip. She had sexy, tan and toned, legs and arms. Her face was flawless, with little makeup, and a nose piercing along with her ears. For once, me and Grant's friendship had a definite pro. She caught me checking her out, and her raised her eyebrow. Grant stood there looking dumb, as usual. I extended my hand out to shake hers.

"Hey, I'm Zach. Seems like we'll be best friends this week." I announced with a wink, which she gladly responded to.

"Yeah, well I couldn't go to Grant's baseball practice and distract all the boy's, so I guess I'm stuck with you."

And thus began our friendship.