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FLASHBACK

I get a lemon-lime margarita and sit on a fancy leather cushioned bar stool, seeing Grant walk in shortly after me and the girls, the guys following. All girls and guys in our circle of friends totally expected. One male uncounted on.

"What are you doing here?" Grant stands in front of me defensively as I sit down my drink.

"My parents were invited and I was told I could tag along. When I heard it was your parents party, I knew your…company…would be accounted for, especially one pretty blond in particular…" he says.

I peek over Grant's shoulder to stare into the cold eyes of…

Josh.

"Get out," Grant says in an angry, but at the same time even tone. I can tell he's more than furious because of Josh's presence.

"I don't think so. I was invited, see," he says. "Wouldn't want to miss a party like this," he adds. His voice is so cocky, so full of venom and malice, like he's shoving it in Grant's face.

I cling to Grant's arm and wait. For what exactly, I don't know, but I notice Grant's muscles untense just slightly at my touch.

"GET OUT!" Grant yells and I feel them tense back up as he clenched his fists and yells. Him yelling like that makes me wince and blink.

"Grant…" I say in a small voice. Mrs. McHenry and Mrs. Abrams come in, Mrs. Abrams saying they should get home. Josh grins. "Saved by the bell, huh, Morgan. Next time your pretty boy boyfriend won't get so lucky."

I let out my held breath as they leave and I turn back to the bar, staring into my icy-cold, salt edged glass drink.

"Sorry," Grant mutters, standing back in his place behind me, his hands resting on my sides as he listens to us girls talk.

I lean back against him and he snakes an arm around me. "Can we go to the beanbags and just talk?" I ask, implying about the beanbags in the teen room, there is also a bar in there; it's kind of like a movie theatre with beanbags and a bar.

He nods behind me and picks me up by my waist, lifting me off the barstool just so he could get a little closer to me, and we walk hand in hand down the hall beside the stair case, me leading. When we get far enough away from all the noise, he throws me over his shoulder, a hand holding my legs so I don't fall and one opening the teen room's door.

"So what did you want to talk about, baby girl?" he sits me down, smirking at what he'd done in the hall way but his eyes showing me he's concerned and ready to listen.

So I give him something to listen to.

I get on my tip-toes and kiss him gently, slipping my arms around his neck, and at first he's hesitant, probably confused, but then he kisses back with ten times the force.

"Thank you. For doing that. Standing up to Josh… When you knew I couldn't…" I say in a small voice, looking into his beautiful, electric eyes.

"No problem sweet heart," he smiles. "He was pissing me off anyway, the way he hurt you already…him and his guys…"

Last year on Halloween they made fun of me for 'the incident' two years ago. They ended up beating me, severely, for hours and hours, and when Grant, Bex and Macey found me I was well past unconscious and immediately brought to the hospital.

I kiss him again and he sits down in a bean bag and pulls me closer, me landing in his lap, straddling his waist with his hands resting on my own waist, my legs on both sides of him. We sit there for probably a good ten to fifteen minutes, kissing, making out, and it possibly would have gone farther if Macey had not cleared her throat.

"Her Cams, I brought your margarita. We're gonna watch The Help!" she squeals excitedly. Everyone's smiling at the sight of us making out, grinning knowingly, except for Liz and Jonas who are blushing and rubbing their necks and looking away awkwardly.

They turn the lights from dimly low to off, though the difference isn't huge, and Macey hands out a big bowl of popcorn to each couple and sprites after the girls finish their margaritas and I wash my mouth out with water. As much as I like the taste, I hate alcohol breath, even my own. I've seen The Help once before and it was fabulous. So this time, Grant and I make out most of the movie, but slightly less than half the time we actually watch it and eat some popcorn and drink some of our sprite which we are sharing.

20 minutes before the movie ends, while Grant and I are transfixed on the huge theater screen (I thought) Grant's hand, that has been rubbing my side, happens to wonder up my side and brush the side of my left breast with his thumb.

The whole thing of it makes me blush, my cheeks burning so much I'm damn glad the lights are off, but by the smile I feel in my hair from Grant, he can still see it.

At the end of the movie, we make out during the credits and for the first time, he slides his hands down from my waist to my butt, resting his hands there.

We make the excuse of needing something outside of the teen room before we hurry up the stairs, stopping extremely briefly a few times because Grant touches my butt, or the side of my breast, or kiss my shoulder or neck. I make a point for us to run up the stairs very quickly, we go into his room, almost slam the door, lock it, and he crushes my lips to his, slamming me carefully against the door.

"Grant…" I moan.

"I love you," he whispers against my lips, parting our lips from each other and looking into my eyes, our foreheads against each others.

What?

As in…what?

He just said the 'L word'… the 'L word'…

For a moment, while I process what he said, I see worry in his eyes. And, for a glimpse, fright. He's scared I don't love him to. And he couldn't be more wrong in that moment.

"I love you too," I whisper, smiling just a little. I almost can't contain my joy.

Grant McHenry just told me, Cammie Morgan, that he loves me. Me.

"I love you, Cameron Morgan," he repeats, and crushes my lips back down on his.

I love you…

There's a knock on the door behind me and I blush, we pause and I carefully and slowly open it until it flies open and I'm squashed between it and the wall.

"CAMMIE! GRANT!" Macey's voice comes from in front of the door. "Oops," she says quieter been she sees me behind the door and Grant rubs my back in case it hurts.

"Come on, it's almost midnight," she grins and grabs my hand; I grab Grant's so we aren't separated and we make our way to the back yard. Alex and Preston already have a fire going in the middle of the back yard in the bonfire pit. Grant sits in a camper chair near the fire and I sit on his lap. Bex in Alex's lap, but everyone else beside their match.

I cuddle against him and he wraps his arms, tightly and protectively, around my body, even my feet in his lap. While everyone's talking, I raise my head from the crook in Grant's neck, cover my hands around Grant's ear, and whisper, "I love you Grant McHenry."

He kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, through my hair, "I love you, Cameron Morgan."

I love that. The sound of my name rolling off his tongue, him saying he loves me, him later that night talking with Preston, talking about me, saying "I love her."

I can't believe I'm 'her.' I'm the 'her' and 'she' that he's talking about.

My phone goes off and my mom tells me she and dad are leaving and I can stay the night if I want because Mrs. McHenry told her Bex and Liz were staying over too. I love Mrs. McHenry. I tell her I am and I'll just borrow Macey's clothes since she's the same size as me, she okay's me and tells me I can come home at the end of the week end. And today is Friday. Again, I love Mrs. McHenry.

I whisper to Grant when I get back to my spot on his lap that I'm staying the night and he gets the biggest, most excited grin on his face, like a 5 year old with a brand-new, big boy bike that has training wheels instead of a tricycle.

We go inside the house and people are still partying, dancing, conversing, drinking.

We go back to the teen room and sit to watch Edward Scissorhands.

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