It had been how many years now?
Seven years, five months, three days and approximately 2hours and 24 minutes.
Precision had always been his thing, had it not?
The platinum blonde not to mention a bit desperate waitress approaches him for the fifth time within the past couple minutes. Giving her the same please-go-away smile that could as easily be interpreted as a hey-how-are-you just as easily kind of smile as he had the past four times, Zach silently prayed she wouldn't try to hit on him again.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" tapping her pen to the pad of paper within her grasp, she bats her eyes a couple times.
Shaking his head back and forth a couple times; Zach allows his shaggy bangs to brush against his closed eye lids. "No, I'm still waiting for someone."
"Well...okay then." retreating back, she has a knowing look plastered upon her slightly pale face.
Like she knows. Cammie would come; there was no doubt about it.
At least, that's what he hoped would happen.
2 hours and 25 minutes now since he last saw her.
It wasn't one of those heart-breaking big screen worthy scenes between the two of them. It had simply...played out; without a script or rehearsal. Without a warning as well. It was sudden...unexpected move. Now his heart aches for the girl that had rejected him cold. The memory of that night still burns cold in the back of his head; it was almost as if it had never stopped, as if it was a re-occurring event.
Grasping the lone daisy within her hands, Cammie refuses to look him in the eye. Wanting to reach out and touch her face, make her look at him and ask what's wrong; Zach looks the other way.
A faint glow along the horizon reminds them both of the waning hours of the evening, how close their time together for the day is coming to an end. Groping for her hand, Zach caress' her closed hands within his.
A rebel tear slides down the edge of her face. An instant worry fills to him to the brim as Zach slowly panics. "What's wrong Cammie?"
Weakly smiling, Cammie finally looks him in the face. "Ha got you to call me Cammie Blackthorne boy." the tone in her voice doesn't match the array of emotions flashing across her face like a television screen. "It's just that... With everything going on...you and I graduating next year, exams." Knowing what she means and deciding that the raise of the eye brow wasn't necessary, Zach urges on by raising his in return. "I think that...maybe we should... ya know...take a break for awhile."
Take a break? "So you're saying...we should take a break? Like take a break from school type of break?"
Nodding slightly, Cammie stands up and looks the other way. "Just for a couple years. After I graduate and get my career going..." her voice fades after every syllable. Turning back to face a rather bewildered feeling yet completely cool headed looking Zach, she bends and presses her lips lightly against his cheek for a second or two. "To remember me by. See ya."
And with that Cammie walked out of the park, and his life, for the past seven years five months, three days 2 hours and 27 minutes. A good year of that time consisted of looking and finding Cammie. After several cases of falsely pretending to be working on a government case, searches on '' and a constant study of all the phone books he could lay his hands on; Zach found his more or less high school sweetheart living on a ranch in Nebraska.
It didn't take that much persuasion on his part, after constantly reminding her that in no way was this a date; she agreed to meet him in New York. Cammie had sounded excited, asked if she could bring someone as well. It would be nice to see Bex again after all this time as well. Assuming that it was Bex, but of course it was Bex who else would it be?
A voice that had begun to get on his nerves for the past hour interrupted Zach's train of thought. "Your name is Zach Goode right?" a smug grin spread across the artificial tanned face of the waitress he had oh-so reluctantly got to know. "Someone says that you're supposed to be waiting for them."
Walking out from behind the waitress is the girl...no woman now he had so longingly waited for. Of course, there was the other person as well.
Scowling a bit, Zach was taken back by who was holding on to Cammie's right hand. Reaching out a rather reluctant right hand, he firmly grasped their hand receiving an equally energized hand shake.
Why?
He he he, my first Gallagher Girls fanfic. Hoped you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think. Oh and yes *sighs* for all you fan girls out there (admits to being one as well) it WILL; I repeat WILL be a Zammie fic. What kind of story would it be without some? So just review, and I will hopefully have the next chapter up by this weekend.