A/N: Easter break! YAY.
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(Have you read Perfect Scoundrels yet? I finally bought it three days ago and it's PERFECT! I ship Hale and Kat so hard! Ugh, Hale makes it so hard being a Zach girl!)
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"This is urgent! Mr and Mrs Morgan, the "Murder of Christopher Morgan" case has now been re-opened. Call me back immediately. Joe Solomon, FBI."
I stood there silently, not really understanding what "Joe Solomon" was talking about. My brother, Chris, has been dead for years now, why were they calling us now?
"Cammie?" Zach asked, slowly approaching me. "What did he just say?"
"That they know something about my brothers murder. And it's urgent." I whispered.
"Cammie," Zach said softly, wrapping his arms around me tightly.
"I- I need to contact Mom and Dad!" I exclaimed, whipping my cell phone out of my pocket and dialling Mom's number.
After the fifth ring, she answered. "Yes, sweety?"
"Mom, you need to get dad and come here. Now." I said urgently.
"But hone-"
"NOW." I said a bit louder.
"Ok, kiddo, we'll be on our way." Mom said, worry evident in her tone of voice.
I never really spoke loudly to my parents, or snapped at them, except this was important. I mean, sure, we gave Chris a funeral and saw his body being cremated at the crematorium so there was no hope in him coming back.
I guess what I actually hoped was to know what exactly happened to him.
"Cammie, baby, is there anything I can do?" Zach asked, cupping my face in his hands.
I shook my head no.
"Sorry, Zach, this is something we have to sort out as a family. Thanks, though." I smiled and pecked him on the lips.
"If you need anything, just call or text me, ok?" he asked, stroking down my hair.
"Of course, I'm sorry about this," I said, staring at the floor.
"Don't be. I totally understand." Zach said, his eyes piercing into my face. "Bye."
I gave him a little wave as he left the house, walking back to his own.
About five minutes later, mom pulled up and ran inside, to find me sitting on the kitchen table, confused, with my head in my hands.
"Honey?" she asked, sitting on the chair opposite me.
"Is dad here?" I asked, straightening my back.
"Your father's on his way. What's up?" she asked, impatiently, but sweetly, nonetheless.
"Mom, Zach and I came home to pick up my Bio book for Macey and there was a message recorded in the answer machine." I said, standing up and making my way to the telephone.
"Listen." I said, and pressed the play button.
The same deep, rough voice I had heard said, "This is urgent! Mr and Mrs Morgan, the "Murder of Christopher Morgan" case has now been re-opened. Call me back immediately. Joe Solomon, FBI."
"What…" Dad said, making his way into the kitchen.
"They know something about Chris!" I exclaimed, "We've got to meet this Joe Solomon guy!"
"I'll call him and ask when we can arrange a meeting, obviously not everything can be said over the phone," Mom announced, walking into the living room with the telephone.
Dad sighed, and stretched his legs out.
"Don't think into it too much, C," Dad said, placing his hand over mine. "It's probably nothing."
Except we both knew that was a lie.
"Dad, but-"
"Cammie." Dad said firmly, "Just drop it. We'll talk about it tomorrow or whenever Rachel decided for us to meet up with the FBI guy."
I nodded.
"How was your day?" he asked.
"Okay. It was nothing special, we all went over to Zach's to eat the leftovers from last night. And the chemistry test was pretty hard." I said, biting my lip.
"Your old man knows a lot about chemistry," Dad grinned, patting me on the back.
"I know he does." I smiled back.
"Also, Cam, last night at your boyfriends house, why did his sister, the Senator's daughter, yell out "DILF" when she saw me?" Dad asked, genuinely confused.
"SHE WHAT?!" I shouted, making a mental note to kill her next time I saw her.
"What does it mean?" Dad asked again.
"No, dad, I think she meant…WILF!" I exclaimed, "Wilf is a friend of hers, and you were probably standing near him."
"No, darling, I'm pretty sure I know what she said." Dad said innocently.
Macey ALWAYS got me into awkward situations. But one day, she was going to get a taste of her one medicine.
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After about half an hour, of me somehow steering the previous, um…awkward conversation with dad to Chemistry, Mom walked back into the kitchen with an emotionless face.
"Rachel, honey, what did he say?" Dad asked her.
"For us to go meet him tomorrow morning at the Starbucks on Mason Avenue, so we could discuss it in further detain. But he said not to worry too much, he just had some clues on the murder of…Chris." Mom held back a sob.
"Honey," Dad said, wrapping her into a hug, when Mom starting letting out sobs.
"Matt, I just miss Chris!" Mom said, tears streaming down her face. "If he was here now he would be going to Cammie's school and, and it would be a perfect family. I-I just miss his giggles, and how he used to never be able to kick a soccer ball correctly, and how he always craved Hershey bars. I miss him."
I'd never seen my Mom in this state before, during the period in which Chris had passed away, she kept herself in her room so we'd never see her looking so…vulnerable.
"I'm taking your mom to her room, see you later, Cam," Dad said, and led Mom to their bedroom.
What just happened? I had never ever seen my mother like that; I'd always thought she was strong, that she'd never have one of those breakdowns ever.
There was a knock at the door which bought me out of my thoughts, and I went to answer it.
As I opened it, I saw Zach. Zach was here.
"Hey, I just wanted to check up on you," he said, standing, with his hands threatening to stretch the material his jean pockets were made of.
"Do you want to come over to my place?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.
I was about to kindly reject the offer but I reminded myself Zach was only trying to help. He cared. He wanted to share whatever I was going through with him.
"Gotta say, Cameron, your young man's a keeper." I heard my Dad saying from the top of the stairs.
Zach smiled.
"Shouldn't you be with Mom?" I asked.
"Yeah, I heard someone at the door. You should go with him."
I didn't really have time to respond before Dad said "Come back whenever you're ready." And went back into his bedroom.
"Is your Mom ok?" Zach asked me, placing his jacket onto my shoulders, even though the walk to Zach's house was literally 30 seconds in the cold air.
"Yeah." I smiled.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah." I repeated, and smiled again.
"You're a good liar. But your eyes deceive you."
"Aw, dayum." I said, entering the Goode's house.
"Everyone left because Grant…let off some wind." Zach said grinning, but his eyes were emotionless.
"Ha," I said, sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen.
"So what's up? What's wrong?" He asked, and stared into my eyes intently, so I couldn't change the subject.
"I," I paused, but then continued "I'm not ok. The Chris thing shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did, and then my Mom got so emotional. I'd never seen her like that. She was sobbing, for once in my life I was looking at a women who had lost her son. She's tried so hard to hide that side of her, and I was so stupid for thinking she was over it. Over Chris. It was different. A worrying kind of different."
"I can't say I know exactly or even remotely close to how you feel, but my Mom recently bought billions of tubs of Ben and Jerry's, and we have Cookie Dough," Zach said, winking.
"You know, that would be perfect, thank you." I said smiling, and getting two tablespoons out of the drawer.
"Chocolate Fudge Brownie?" Zach asked, taking two tubs out of the freezer.
"Sure," I said.
"Strawberry Cheesecake ok?" he asked again.
"Yup," I smiled.
"And of course our favourite. Cookie Dough!" Zach held up four tubs, looking victorious.
"I hope it all makes up for your nearly frozen fingers," I laughed, rubbing my hand over Zach's fingers which had turned red.
"Aw, Gallagher Girl," Zach smirked, causing me to blush.
"ZACHARY, HAVE YOU SEEN MY – OH…" Macey stopped when she walked into the kitchen and saw Zach and I standing a few centimetres away from each other.
Then her gaze fell upon the ice cream.
"Yay, ice cream party!" she grinned, and grabbed a tub of ice cream.
"Sure, help yourself," Zach mumbled, opening a Cookie Dough for me.
"Who knew my brother could be such a gentleman?" Macey asked, her mouth filled with ice cream.
"Who knew my sister could be so disgusting?" he shot back, smirking.
"Whatever," Macey mumbled, not even bothering to find a comeback.
"What brings you here, Cam?" she asked me.
I really didn't have the effort to tell her everything, I could do that tomorrow. And anyways, it was hardly a big deal. It hardly mattered.
"I wanted to have a late night rendezvous with my girlfriend." Zach said, saving me.
My heart did cartwheels whenever he said the word, girlfriend. And it was a pretty damn good feeling.
"Oooh," Macey giggled "How romantic!"
Even though consuming tubs of ice cream was not romantic at all.
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After eating continuous tubs of ice cream, I decided it was time to go back home, as much as I liked it with Zach and Macey.
"But Cammie! The fun's only just begun! Stay! I could steal some liqueur from my parents' cabinet," she winked.
"Sorry, Mace, I don't drink, and don't intend on doing so." I said, giving her a small smile.
"Ugh, you're just like Zachary here. Well, if you don't want to hang out, that's ok. I'll text you though, ok? I know something's up," she said grinning.
"Sure," I said, making my way to the front door.
When I turned around, Macey was disappearing into her bedroom and Zach was standing in front of me.
"Thanks so much, Zach. The ice cream worked, all I can think of now is brushing my teeth so I don't have to get a root canal done," I laughed.
"Well, that wasn't exactly what it was supposed to do but whatever." He smirked.
I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his neck, and felt him place his hands on my waist, pulling me close.
"Thanks," I repeated, and felt him place his mouth onto mine.
It was a soft, gently kiss but I decided to add a bit more passion into it, as I knotted my fingers into his hair.
I gently pulled away, staring into his beautiful green eyes.
"Anytime." Zach whispered, placing his forehead against mine.
I smiled and kissed him once more before unwillingly taking my body away from his.
"Sweet dreams, Gallagher Girl!" I heard him call as I opened the door.
"You too, Zachy!" I laughed and ran back to my own home.
When I walked in, neither Mom or Dad were in the kitchen, and I walked back to my room.
"Dad I'm back!" I shouted as I passed my parents' bedroom.
"Okay, honey!" he shouted back, surprising me because I would have thought they were asleep.
"I hope you're ok, Mommy," I whispered, lingering outside their room for a second. "I hope you're ok."
A/N: I finally finished the chapter! Haha, not much happened in it, but I decided too much was happening already and I needed a kinda relaxed chapter.
Did you see what Ally said in an interview and also tweeted?! She tweeted "Also, at one point, Zach fries bacon with his shirt #SoHot #SoDangerous #BadBoysWhoSmellGood"
ZACH FRIES BACON SHIRTLESS IN THE SIXTH (AND LAST) GALLAGHER GIRLS BOOK!
And in her interview she said there would be a "shirtless Mr. Solomon" scene!
Who else cannot wait until September for GG6?
Also, I might take a while in updating because I want to write something Kat/Hale, either a one/two/three shot or something.
