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Love Silver

And it was all over. Zack couldn't believe it. There wasn't going to be a next semester on the boat. There wasn't even going to be a boat anymore. They were going to be back in the Tipton in a few hours. And Zack felt… sad.

Sure, high school could kiss his ass, but he couldn't put on his normal happy joker Zack act. He really was going to miss Seven Seas High. He was going to miss traveling around the world with his friends, getting into all kinds of misadventures. Zack wished that he could just go back in time, and then freeze it; so he'd never have to leave the boat, and worry about his future, and Maya would still be his girlfriend.

They had told him he loved Maya. But if he had really been in love with her, wouldn't he have been as torn up as Cody had been when he lost Bailey? He hadn't felt like crying, he felt like it had been a mistake. Zack Martin did not get dumped. And right now he wasn't missing Maya, he just felt… hollow.

People were leaving the ship. Zack supposed he had to leave too. Losing Maya wasn't THAT big of a deal when you put it in perspective. At least he still had his friends.

Zack turned the corner, when he heard… crying. Soft, quiet sobs. Zack listened to where it could be coming from. It must be from the broom closet up ahead because that was the only door before leaving the ship. He walked up to it, and opened the door. Sitting on the floor of the closet was a very beautiful girl, crying her eyes out and her makeup off.

"London?" Zack said. "What's wrong? And why are you still here? I thought you left for Paris."

London slowly lifted her head, then stood up and brushed herself off. She hurriedly wiped her tears off of her face. "I was just leaving."

"London, seriously, why are you crying?" he said, taking her shoulders in his hands.

"I just cry sometimes. I'm a girl. We do that."

Zack gave her a look.

"Ok, honestly, I don't have a reason. I'm just… sad." She said.

"Me too." Zack said. "Is it about graduation?"

"Yes." She whimpered. "I hate that stupid sea school! First it traps me and never lets me go, and then after three years, it throws me out, and dies. And I'm not going to see all you guys anymore!"

"Yes you will London."

"No I won't! Do you know how hard it is to keep up with friends from high school? And that's for a normal person. It's even harder when you're rich!" London began crying again.

Zack sighed, and pulled her into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder, but kept crying. Zack listened to London. After knowing her for six, seven years now, he knew the difference between London's real and fake crying. When London felt like she needed attention, or she wanted to make a spectacle, or she just felt like being obnoxious, she would squeal and scream like how she had when she had met him. But when she was really crying, because of heartbreak, she would weep so softly and sweetly, like she was now.

Zack was one of the few people who really knew London. It took a long time for her to really let people in. He knew the differences between her laughs (one genuine and one evil). He knew that her stupidity would vary based on her mood that day. He knew that she claimed to never wear the same thing twice, but she would sometimes sneak some pieces back into her wardrobe because she loved them.

And he didn't just know things about London; he had shared experiences with her. Sometimes she used him for money, but sometimes he used her for the same thing. London was his go-to-girl for fake girlfriends and accomplices for his schemes. Somehow London and Zack always ended up partners for every project, and somehow they always did better with each other. And London had been his first, and possibly only, wife. After all these years, they were going their separate ways.

"I'm going to miss you Zack."

"Really? Are you sure I'm not Cody?"

She smiled faintly. "No, you're Zack. I can tell."

"Good." He said. He knew London could tell him and Cody apart, and that she was faking when she confused them. Yet, it still bothered him when she called him Cody.

The two of them began walking to the boat's exit. They were nearly off, and about to leave the boat forever.

"I'm worried I'm never going to see you again!" she said.

"Oh, you will London. Life's a lot longer than you think."

And with that they parted ways. After nearly seven years of friendship, they parted ways.