*Disclaimed:

Recap: Grant Quinnly is a movie star, Zach Goode is his best friend, and Cammie Morgan (also referred to as Freckles, because of her freckles) is playing a part opposing Grant in a new movie entitled The Latte Boy. Joe and Abby are his manager and publicist, respectively, and have recently told Grant that if he doesn't get rid of his womanizing ways and find the one (like, the girl he's going to be with for a very, very long time), his image will be ruined, and eventually, his career, too. So Grant goes out to find some prospects and runs into Bex Baxter (known as Caramel Latte to him because he saw her in a coffee shop ordering a Caramel Latte). Grant starts to think about Caramel Latte a lot, and gets weirded out, so he asks his co-star Freckles for a date, and she agrees, but only if it's a double date. So Grant and Zach go on a date with Cammie and (surprise, surprise!) Caramel Latte/Bex. In the middle of the date, Cammie and Bex go to the bathroom and decide to switch dates because Cammie likes Zach. But then Grant comes on too strong to Bex and the date ends abruptly. Meanwhile, Zach's stolen Cammie's phone and blackmails her for an actual first date and they get to talking and kissing. And then you find out about Zach's past (aka how Grant got all the girls and Zach let him even though Zach is sexy, but Cammie was different because she liked him even though she knew Grant.) Oh, and Zach still has Cammie's phone.

Take One, Part Three;

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There She Goes

Caramel Latte liked lattes.

Caramel Latte had soft hands.

Caramel Latte was his fan.

Right?

Those were the three things Grant Quinnly was positive of. Except he wasn't. Were girls always this confusing?

Grant, she pretends to not know your name. (Which is impossible because everyone knows his name.)

Grant, she pretends to not be your fan. (When, obviously, she is.)

Grant, she pretends to not like you. (Which is just, like, absurd, right?)

The actor groaned and dialed Freckles. Maybe she would know what her roommate was playing at.

"Hello?"

"Cammie? Do you always sound this manly when you wake up?" Grant interrogated.

A chuckle and a second later, the reply came. "It's Zach, actually."

"Zach?" Grant asked. When there was no immediate correction, he pressed, "Goode?"

"No, dumbass, Zach Quinto."

Of course, Grant was never one for being dumb. He might miss some rather obvious points, but when handed an arithmetic book, Grant could quickly figure out the answer. Problem solving was something he was quite good at, actually.

"Zach, you have Cammie's phone," Grant remarked.

"Affirmative," Zach confirmed.

Grant's mind was whirring. Why the fuck would his best friend pick up Cammie's phone this early in the morning? Unless…

"You slept with her?" This was exclaimed in an astounding voice.

Before Zach had a chance to correct him, Grant demanded, "You can't sleep with her."

Zach raised his eyebrows and scowled. Even though he wasn't sleeping with her, and Grant really had no plausible reason to think that, it wasn't Grant's place to tell him who he could and could not sleep with.

"And why can't I?" he snapped.

"Because," Grant began, "she's my date to the red carpet."

After a pregnant pause, Grant yelled into the phone, "Hello?" However, it seemed that his biffle had long gone.

"She his date to the red carpet?" Zach echoed. "She's his date to the red carpet? She's his fucking date to the red carpet?"

Zach was never one for thinking rationally. He usually acted upon things without caring about consequences. Irrationality also, apparently, went along with drama because Zach picked up his phone, angrily tapped Cammie's number in, and left her a message using a vernacular that his mother would not be proud of.

Zach also didn't think smartly when he was busy being illogical – and that was why he didn't realize that he had Cammie's phone in his hand (the very one that he'd stolen from her) until he heard the telltale beep of an unheard voicemail.

He huffed and fussed with his hair before putting on his pants, (for he was still in bed with his boxers and a shirt, you see) grabbing his jacket and heading out the door with Cammie's phone.

Cammie Morgan was in a rather spectacular mood, considering it was fairly early in the morning and she had yet to have her coffee. After having some particularly raunchy dreams about a man with dark brown hair, dark eyes, and lean, yet very, very nice arms, and – okay, she was getting carried away.

The actress sighed and looked wistfully out the window. Today was going to be a great day, she decided. She might even start singing just about now.

The doorbell ringing put a stop to her morning activities and she skipped to the door, opening it with a slight grin forming on her lips.

Zach Goode was furious and angry, a lethal combination. He was in the mood to wreak havoc wherever he went. Earlier he felt like keying someone's car or kicking a puppy. Okay, so, he couldn't kick a puppy. He was too nice for that. But he wasn't too nice to hack down Cammie fucking Morgan's door and play that voicemail to her face. And he certainly wasn't too nice to not watch her as she'd become frazzled and try to grapple an excuse and twist it together to make her sadistic way of thinking sound somehow credible.

Nonetheless, when she flicked open the door, her eyes sparkling, her hair a mess (later, he would admit that it looked like a fur ball), and a slight smile adorning her face, he staggered a step back and just looked at her.

Wow. Did every girl look this good in the morning?

(Obviously not, he knew.)

"Zach?" she queried hesitantly, stepping up to him. The grin became wider as she took him in.

He blinked and kept looking at her.

"Zach?" Cammie reiterated. "Are you alright?"

He bit the inside of his cheek. Well there go my plans to show her the voicemail.

"Zach?" she asked again. "What's –"

He leaned forward, put his arms around her waist, and kissed her.

A moment later, Cammie pulled back and sighed. Is this how she was going to get greeted every morning? Because, you know, it wasn't so bad.

His face was a little too close to hers, and as much as she wanted to kiss him again, she needed to say: "What are you doing here?"

But before she could complete her question, he put a finger to her lips and murmured, "Shut up, Gallagher Girl." And he reinstated that fact by kissing her silent and warding off all her protests.

Grant felt like a douche.

Now, there weren't that many instances where Grant would feel like a douche. He was Grant Quinnly, and Grant Quinnly wasn't a douche.

But at the moment, Grant thought, he was such a douche.

He never really asked Freckles to the red carpet event. He had just thought they were going together, seeing as he was the lead and she played the character opposing him. And it really wasn't even his place to tell his best friend whether he could sleep with Freckles or not. It wasn't as if he liked her or anything.

Grant thought about all the times Zach played the part of his wing man, while sacrificing his (Zach's, not Grant's) own dates. Well, Grant nodded, it was about time he started pulling his weight.

The actor palmed his keys and headed out the door.

"So," Cammie said after taking a breath, "is that why you're here?"

"Uhm." Zach really couldn't concentrate with her legs straddling his waist. And he was never one to summon up an answer under pressure. And he was in a highly pressured situation at the moment.

Cammie continued talking as if she hadn't heard his discomfort. "Because really, Zach…"

She bit her lip and Zach leaned in again, taking the bait.

"I'm not that easy," she interrupted, pulling away. "Well, at least, not until the second date, that is."

She smirked and got up, heading to the kitchen.

Zach took a moment to mull over everything.

Cammie liked him.

Cammie asked him to the wrap party.

Cammie was his girlfriend.

Obviously, there wasn't anything to worry about. (Right?) Zach puckered his lips and glanced at the kitchen.

But Cammie Morgan met Grant first.

But Cammie Morgan agreed to go out on a date with Grant first.

But Cammie Morgan was apparently Grant's date to the red carpet first.

"Uh," Cammie began, coming out of the kitchen. "I didn't know how you liked your coffee, so I made it black." She handed him the cup. "I hope that's okay with you."

She had just made out with him for precisely eleven minutes, and now, she was bringing his black coffee without him asking her to. (And anyone who knew Zach Goode knew that he was a diehard fan of black coffee.)

Cammie Morgan, in all her essence, was the perfect girl.

But she was Grant's.

Zach felt like punching Grant – not unlike the time when he was in the first grade and he had socked his best friend.

Of course, any sane person would just throw qualms in the air and wait for them to be caught and explained. However, Zachary Goode was far from sane, and Cameron Morgan was far from being his significant other. So when Zach brought the coffee to his lips, he made a very important decision: to give Cammie her phone and hightail out of her driveway before she had a chance to throw rocks at his windows.

As it was stated previously, Zachary Goode was an irrational fellow. He was also a believer in the "first guesses are always correct" motto – and he had planned to give Cammie her phone before he saw her looking delicious and before she kissed him senseless and before she brought him his favorite coffee.

So, he stood up from seat, placed the coffee on the glass table, and gave Cammie a once over.

"Here," he threw her phone into her lap and sloshed his way to the door, leading himself out.

So: An update! Finally, yeah? So please, please, review and I'll have another coming on the way soon? And by soon, I seriously mean, like, in a week. Seriously. And I hope you liked the Z/C.

Elevator Music: Young Adult Friction by The Pains of Being Pure at Heart / There She Goes by The La's