"It's nice for your lazy ass to finally join us," was the first thing I heard after waking up from fainting. And for those of you who don't know, passing out sucks – even roughly 19 hours later. My head hurt, my muscles felt sore, and even though I had been sleeping for quite a while, I was still tired as all get out.

"Thanks, Macey." I was kind of expecting my best friends to be concerned, but then I remembered that this was Macey and Bex we're talking about. And while they do care about me, if I seem okay to them, they won't waste too many brain cells worrying about me. "So have we come up with how to tell Preston yet?"

"They've already filled me in. It's nice to see you again, Cammie. And how's your head?" Preston said from the corner of the living room – apparently I had been crashed out on the couch all night and half of the day.

I smiled. "It's not too bad, considering the conditions," I lied. It actually felt like… like… how do I put this? Okay, so imagine fifty tiny faeries. Tinkerbelle sized faeries. Now imagine that they are wearing ice skates and are sliding around on a little faerie ice rink. Their ice rink was my brain. That is how bad it hurt.

Zach and Grant waltzed into the living room. "Hey, Cams. Cameroon. Camigan. Camster. How you feeling?" Grant asked.

I sighed. "I feel fine," I said out loud, but was mentally screaming: IT IS SO NOT FINE AND ARE YOU ALL FUCKING STUPID I PASSED OUT AND MY HEAD IS BEING DAMAGED BY ICE SKATING FAERIES. "And Cammie is fine by me, Grant," I said a second later, because I really didn't want him calling me Camster. Camster rhymes with hamster and hamsters are disgusting rodents that often eat their own feces.

"I mean, I know I'm sexy, Cammie, but it's nothing to pass out over," Zach said.

I rolled my eyes. "You're an asshole."

He quickly replied, "Oh, so now you're trying to play it off cool. Don't want to seem like you're easy to get."

I just repeated, "You're an asshole."

"Bex, Mom and Dad are fighting again!" Macey shouted.

I glared. "Shut up, McHenry," Zach said.

"Don't tell my friends to shut up," I told him.

Bex spoke over us, "Both of you stop talking."

Grant, for some ungodly reason chose then to say, "Make me."

Bex looked terrifying when she said, "Little boy, you don't want me to make you."

"Um… so do I, like, train now or something?" Preston's voice brought us all out of our argumentative state, in a matter of minutes we were in the basement, training Preston Winters.

Preston was terrible. I mean absolutely one hundred percent horrifying. Liz would have kicked his ass if they ever fought. Guys, Liz is 4'11 and doesn't weigh one hundred pounds soaking wet. He was that bad.

The best/worst part about it though, is that he realizes how bad he is, but he is not embarrassed at all. Not one iota of shame. I don't know whether to make fun of him or compliment him for being the most confident guy in the universe. Either way, it made training him even more amusing/terrifying.

Anyways, after I took a shower and got dressed and all that fun stuff, I was sitting in the living room and writing down the things that we needed to work on more (which was most of it) and the things he nailed (a grand total of two things) when Macey came inside the house with a handful of mail.

"One, two, three, four, five, six letters for Preston," she shrugged. "One for you, and one for all of us."

I snorted, "For Preston to be so dorky, he is astonishingly popular."

Macey shook her head. "Nah, four of these are from his mom." She stared at the staircase for a moment, as if she was going to bring them to Preston, and then changed her mind. She just screamed until everybody came down stairs. Well almost everybody.

"Where's Zach?"

"…"

I stood up and started to go up the stairs – we all needed to know what was in that letter. "Zach?" I checked his room first, then the others, but he was nowhere to be found. I was looking in Macey's room when I realized where he was.

Quickly, I ran to and swung open the French doors. Sure enough, there he stood. "Hey, Gallagher Girl."

I smiled. "We have a letter. It's probably important so we should probably go dow-" I started, but Zach cut me off.

"Actually, I think there's something a little more important to talk about. Cammie, what happened to you last night?"

I was taken aback. "I fainted," I said, in a "duh" voice, trying to play it off cool so we could go down stairs and see what was in the letter.

"No shit, Sherlock. But why did you faint?" he asked.

I couldn't believe it. He was actually going to stand there and interrogate me about this. "Well, I didn't do it on purpose, you know. I don't know why I fainted." I went on, "But I do know that we need to get down stairs so…"

He shook his head. "Cammie, I'm serious. Maybe you should call your mom. They could send a doctor over here. It's not exactly normal to randomly pass out."

"Well thank you for that insight, Doctor Goode. But really, I feel fine. Trust me. Nobody else is concerned."

"This shouldn't be taken lightly," he pressed.

I didn't know whether to feel flattered that he actually cared, or just weirded out that he was actually going to try to contact my mother to get me a doctor. I didn't know whether he liked me, or if he was just watching out for me because we were on a mission together. I made a mental note to have Macey translate for me.

I sighed, "Okay, look, if it happens again I promise that I'll tell my mom and we'll get a doctor to come check me out. Can we please go down now?" My promise seemed to relieve him a little bit, and he finally agreed to come see the letter.

When we reached the bottom, Grant was holding up six pieces of paper. "We," he said, "are taking a trip to the Audubon Zoo tomorrow."

I rolled my eyes. "Please be serious. What was actually in the letter?"

Bex coughed, "He's not mucking around, Cammie. You're mother sent us six tickets to the zoo. The fucking zoo."

"What the fuck?" Zach said, which were pretty much my exact thoughts. "That's awesome!" he added, which were definitely not my exact thoughts.

"Why the hell are we going to the zoo when we could be using precious time to train Pres-"

"Shut up!" Grant suddenly shouted. "I love this song!" he said in a voice that was not any softer.

"This is a commercial…" Bex reminded him.

Grant stood up and started dancing this extremely odd dance skip grind thing which kind of freaked me out while he was singing, "It's a pillow… it's a pet… it's a pillow pet!"

On the average day, the Audubon has roughly five hundred people in it. Five hundred strangers that are going to see Grant, and see me with Grant, and know that I know Grant. I mean, can you really blame me for not looking forward to it?

A/N: Long overdue, I know. I hope you guys like it. I'm sorry if it was a let-down. Reviews of constructive criticism would be great! Seriously, the more comments I get, the more motivated I get t write. So please, review away! Thanks

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