A/N: HI PEOPLE! I am so sorry I haven't updated any of my stories in a while. I know i'm terrible. GCSE's are stressing me the hell out and there's some personal stuff going on at home that's been quite tough. ANYWAY, I can't excuse myself from by bad updating. I hope you like this chapter. I stole a moment from a book but made it work with the scene (review if you can spot it). There are some REALLLY cute lines in this. Review, favourite, follow. They make my day and make me get my bum into gear with updating. ENJOY! :) x
"Cammie." He said, trying it out himself. "I like it."
We looked out at the city skyline, admiring the view from up above. I originally grew up in New York but went to the University of California to study law. Although I have to pursue my mom's job after she retires, I still want to achieve something that I can at least call my own; to know that I earned my degree without the help of my rich family ties. I closed my eyes and listened to the busy noises that came with a beautiful city like Los Angeles.
"This view is breathtaking." I gasped.
"It really is." He replied, staring at me. I turned my head to see him smirking at me cheekily. I blushed in response. "So Cammie. What college do you go to?"
"UCLA. What about you?"
"You're kidding right? Me too." He replied shocked. "I can't believe I haven't seen you around campus before."
I scoffed, knowing exactly why he hadn't. "Of course you haven't. I only attend it for the classes really. My fiancée and I live in an apartment off of campus along with some friends of ours." What I didn't tell him is that we don't even share the same room let alone a bed. Our parents think we do but really we lead entirely different lives. I live with my friends and he does the same with who ever he chooses.
"Right…your fiancée. What's the deal with him?" He asked, locking his jaw annoyed.
"Look, I don't want to talk about my…fiancée. You're the one who brought me out here. Did you have something you wanted to say?" I asked before turning to leave. "I need to go meet my friends."
A hand grabbed my arm before I could walk any further, "-wait!" he exclaimed. "Please don't go. I'm sorry I brought it up."
I turned back to face him, meeting a pair of pleading green eyes. "It's fine. Look…what do you want from me? I'm about to be marr-"
"Aa-aa-aa. I thought we said no fiancée talk!" He said mockingly, raising his eyebrows.
I felt my lips tug upwards, "Alright. No fiancée talk."
"You pinky promise?" He asked, jutting out his little finger.
"I pinky promise." I replied, gripping on to it. Instead of pulling away, Zach gripped my hand and pulled me to him gently.
"Care to dance?" He asked smiling genuinely.
"I- I don't think that's a good idea."
"Just one dance. You owe me that for taking me away from my 'date' tonight." He teased.
I laughed, pretending to be angry. "I did no such thing. If I remember correctly you're the one who told her I was a long lost cousin."
He grabbed me by the waist and we started swaying to the faded music in the background. "Hey! I was thinking on my feet, okay? Can you really blame me though? I mean did you see how she shoved her boobs in my face."
"I wasn't looking."
"Oh really now?" He replied smirking. "Admit it, she did come across as a bit of a porn star didn't she?"
"Zach!" I exclaimed laughing. "You can't say that!"
"So you were listening when they said my name." He answered smiling.
"I really should be getting back. I'm getting kinda hungry." I replied, trying to change the subject.
He ruffled around in his pockets until he held out a bag of M&M's. "Your wish is my command m'lady."
I looked at him shocked. "How did you know? These are my favourite!"
"What a coincidence? They're my favourite too." He grinned.
We sat for a few minutes nibbling on chocolate covered peanuts, gazing out at the view.
He turned to me serious. "Now. I have a very important question to ask you and I'm afraid your answer will determine whether I can look at you in the same way again."
I looked at him hesitantly. "Okay…Go ahead, I guess."
He waited a few moments, making me more curious by the minute. "Are you a waffle woman or a pancake lady?"
I burst out laughing, surprised by his question. "Your serious?"
He looked at me solemnly. "Cammie, this is as serious as it gets."
"Well then, I'm definitely a waffle woman." I smiled.
"Me too!" Zach said. "They're so much better than pancakes, which everyone says is crazy because it's the same batter, but I tell them that it's a-"
"Texture thing," we said at the exact same time. We looked at each other grinning. He gets it! He gets the pancakes versus waffles thing!
"Vanilla or Chocolate ice cream?" I asked in reply. We went on like this for what felt like hours, getting to know one another, talking about anything and everything. Every time he laughed would send shivers through my body. Each smile he shot me made my insides feel gooey. I can't remember the last time I felt like this. I've been with Josh for so long that I don't recall what it feels like to be this happy and carefree with someone.
"You know Zach, I judged you too soon." I said, gazing up from our touched knees.
"What do you mean?"
"Well…I assumed that you were a bit of a playboy when I first saw you. But, you're just a big softie aren't you?"
He held his hand to his heart, feigning hurt. "Me? A softie? Never!"
I chuckled at his expression; I can't seem to stop when I'm around him.
"I love the sound of your laugh." He said, watching me carefully.
I blushed lightly. How could I respond to a comment like that?
"I love it when you blush like that." He said, inching his way closer to me.
I looked at his hand brushing the tops of my fingertips and gulped.
"I love the way you look when you smile…" He started, his gaze drifting to my lips. I looked at his handsome face drawing nearer to mine. My breath hitched in my throat. The magnetic pull I felt the first time I saw him hit me with a desperate force. My heart pumped wildly in my chest. Zach's soft lips were a hair away from mine and it took every bit of willpower I had to stop him.
"Zach." I whispered, pulling away. "I can't."
His hand caressed the side of my face as I looked down in shame. "I get it. Don't worry. Hey- it was worth a try, right?"
A sudden flurry of emotions overtook me. Sadness for the loss of love I was about to endure, Anger for the agreement my parents made and Frustration at the position I was being put in. My whole life was being dictated. Tears slipped out of my eyes as I looked at his beautiful emerald green.
"Hey, hey. Don't cry, Cammie. It's okay." He whispered before pulling me into a hug.
"I can't do it Zach. I can't marry him. He's a monster." I sobbed into his shoulder.
"What did he do to you, Cammie?" He asked concerned.
A cry escaped me as I remembered what occurred all those many years ago. I regained control of my breathing enough to tell him that was a story for another time.
"So there'll be a next time will there?" He suggested smiling.
"I have no idea… Look, I really need to get back to my friends." I replied, checking my phone, which had 4 missed calls and 10 new messages all of which were from three worried bridesmaids.
"I wish there was another way." Zach argued, grabbing a hold of my hand one last time.
"I do too." I replied before taking my hand and walking away. I made my way into the main area where I was met with three very angry faces.
"CAMERON ANN MORGAN, WHERE HAVE YOU-" The voices started until they saw my teary face. "Oh Cammie what happened?"
"Nothing. I'm fine. Now, take me to the alcohol so I can drown my sorrows." I laughed, acting if everything was okay. My friends looked at each other seeing right through my act but decided to go along with it. After a few shots I realised who was missing. "Where are all your playdates?"
"Let's just say we're playing hard to get." Macey said mysteriously.
Bex laughed in response, "What she means by that is Macey forced us to tell them that they had to stay away for the rest of the night or they'll never get to see our pretty faces again."
"Okay it sounds bad when you say it like that but I had a bet with Nick that him and his friends wouldn't be able to last staying away for more than two hours and it looks like I'm winning" She replied looking subtly over to a table in the far corner. Sure enough all of them sat there staring at us with a glazed over puppy look in their eyes. Where's Zach? I wondered before seeing that slutty girl named Tina on the dance floor, grinding against him desperately. A pang of jealousy ran through me.
"Let's go dance," I suggested, pulling my friends towards the music. " We'll see how long it takes for your boy toy's to come over when they see you dancing with other guys." Scanning the crowd I saw a handsome looking man dancing with some equally good-looking friends. Perfect. Pulling my friends over to them we introduced ourselves before taking them to dance. I felt a pair of eyes on me as I looked around. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Zach glaring at my dance partner as he held on to my waist tightly. He's not the only one who gets to have fun, I thought to myself. Nick, Grant and Jonas had veins popping out of their heads as they saw Macey, Bex and Liz dancing with other guys. I guess Macey would win the bet after all. A voice cut in before I could have another thought.
"Sorry to disturb but I must speak with my cousin." A low voice exclaimed. I looked up to see Zach…yet again. The cute guy I was dancing with (I think his name was Jace) looked annoyed and stormed off leaving me with him.
"Zach I already told you. Nothing can happen. I'm engag-"
"What if I told you we were just a boy and just a girl. No arranged marriages or horrid fiancée's. Would you give me a chance?" He asked, his green eyes boring into my own.
"I…I…What does this have to do with anything?"
"Just…say yes." He pleaded, his forehead resting on my own as we danced to the slow music. I looked at him with careful eyes, wondering what this was all about. One word rang through my mind as I took in his handsome features.
"Well…yes…I suppose I wo-" He smashed his lips onto my own before I could even finish the sentence. At first I didn't know how to react. Was it wrong for me to want this so bad? Slowly, I melted into the kiss, receiving it as if it would be the last one I'd ever have. In a way I suppose it was. After tomorrow no kisses would be filled with lust and compassion; it would be cold and forced much like the rest of Josh and I's relationship.
Gradually we pulled apart, neither one of us wanting it to end. "Wow." Zach breathed. I was lost for words. I couldn't exactly tell him that was the best kiss I've ever had.
"I really wish I could take you out sometime." He whispered, gripping on to me tightly.
"Maybe in another life." I replied, wishing this moment would never end. I've never wanted words to come true more than I wished just then. If only I was just a girl and he was just a boy.
A/N: AWWWW So cute! I hope you liked it :)!