AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hey this is Zammie88 here, and I gotta say everytime I hear this song I think of something that might happen between Cammie and Zach, but we all know he would never. R&R. OH & IF YOU ARE READING MY STORY IF YOU COULD MESSAGE ME OR REVIEW ANY IDEAS OF WHERE I COULD GO THAT WOULD BE GREAT. I'm kinda having writers block :P thanks for reading. Enjoy!

~Zammie88

Tonight (we are young) By: Fun ft. Janelle Monet

Zach's POV

"Give me a second, I need to get my story straight. My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state."

Grant, Bex, Macey, and Nick were all beating up random douchebags in their respective bathrooms, the people really were douches. While they were doing this they left me alone, staring at Cameron Ann Morgan.

"My lover she is waiting for me just across the bar, my seats been taking by some sunglasses, asking 'bout a scar, and I know I gave it to you months ago."

She's the love of my life, she was on the other side or the bar, while some poor, pathetic, loser, hit on her asking her about a scar going down the length on the outside of her right arm. I know that that's from me. I was hypnotized (A/N: kinda like Cammie in the end of OSOT) into believing she was the enemy, so I took a knife, stabbed her, and dragged the knife down the length of her arm, all before Bex or Grant could pull me away, and knock me out. This happened only months ago, but it still felt like just yesterday, and it also felt like forever ago.

"I know you're trying to forget, but between the drinks and subtle things, the holes in my apologies, you know I'm trying hard to take it back."

I know she tries so hard to forget about it, but I know with how she acts she just can't forget. I am a spy after all; I should know what her actions mean. I keep trying to apologize, but I know thy all are incomplete and have holes in them. I know my apologies will never be enough. I will not die, or let her die, without her forgiving me.

"So if by the time the bar closes, I'll carry you home tonight."

But, she knows that if she needs a shoulder to cry on, a person to lean on when the terrain isn't good, I'll be there for her, she knows that. She knows that I love her. Always, always. I will always be there to carry her home, whether it be twenty years form now, or…. Tonight.