We got all the kids into the back seat and I took the keys. I began to drive out of the riding place. I looked at Zach. His face was pale and his eyes where shut.

"Cammie?" I heard a voice call from the back seat.

"Yes?"

"Is-is Remi okay?" Eva asked.

"Yeah-she's going to be okay. She just bumped her head, that's all," I said.

"Why was she bleeding?" she asked. I heard Zach's breath catch.

"She isn't blee-" I said, getting ready to tell her she was wrong.

I didn't notice any blood at first, but then I looked at the steering wheel. I moved my left hand from it and looked at my palm. There was dried blood covering my hand. How did I not notice it? I quickly grabbed the wheel again.

"Well, she hit her head hard," I sighed.

"I hope she's okay."

"Me too, Eva."

Zach opened his eyes and looked at the road, noticing we were getting closer to Ingrid's house. When we pulled up, I got out with her mom to explain what happened.

I knocked on the door, and a women opened it.

"Mommy!" Ingrid cried and hugged the women's legs.

"Hello," she laughed, and stuck out her hand. I shook it. "I'm Tammy."

"Hi, Cammie Morgan."

"I wasn't expecting her home for a few more hours," Tammy said.

"Well, we had a little accident," I started and looked down at Ingrid.

She nodded. "Grid? Go play with Luke."

Ingrid ran off.

"What happened?" Tammy asked.

"Remi-well, she fell off her horse. She was unconscious and her head was cut open," I said quietly.

She gasped, "Oh my god! That's horrible!"

She looked back to the car. "And you still have Madelyn, Lydia and Eva to take home," she commented. "I'll take them home, you guys probably want to get to the hospital."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Oh yes! And don't worry. I know the parents, they will understand."

"Thank you, very much."

She backed a SUV out of the drive way, and I helped her load all of the kids in.

When I got back into the car Zach looked at me, "Thank you," he said.

"You would do it for me," I shrugged.

"But still-thank you," he said. "I can't believe it-she was," he started.

I grabbed his hand.

"No- stop. Don't do that to yourself."

When we pulled up the hospital, Zach sighed.

"You okay?" I asked, as we walk up to the emergency room entrance.

"Cam," he sighed and stopped walking. "What if she doesn't make it?"

I hugged him. "She is fine, just maybe a concussion."

"But Cam, what if-"

"You can't think like that okay? It's not healthy. And if for some reason she doesn't make it- which she will- I am gonna be there," I cut him off.

He pulled me back into a hug and took a deep breath, "Okay," he pulled away, "Let's go."

We walked into the ER and up to the lady at the desk. She looked up, giving us a warm smile.

"Hi, could you tell me where Remington Goode is? Or the Goode Family?" I questioned.

"Remington is in room 248, end of the hall and turn left," she said.

"Thank you."

Zach and I walked down the hall and quickly found her room. Remi looked smaller than her usual size, lying in the bed. Her red hair looked even redder, either from the intense whiteness of the pillow case or not yet washed out blood. I wished her green eyes would appear-but her eyelids continued to conceal them. The freckles that spotted her ivory skin looked darker and amplified. She was hooked up to a machine that gave her heart beat. There was no sound in the room except for that machine, as it beeped occasionally.

Catherine was kneeling by her daughter's bed, stroking her head with tears streaming down her face. Chris was hugging Morgan and Andy was speaking to the doctor.

"Oh thank god, your here," Catherine said, surprisingly leaving Remi's side. She quickly hugged Zach and me.

She had seen us when the doctor began talking. He turned to me. "I'm sorry Miss but only family is allowed in here."

I nodded, slowly turning around.

"No. She is family-she's our daughter," Chris said, grabbing my arm.

The doctor looked at me suspiciously. "See can't you see the resemblance?" Chris said.

I looked at him. He was smiling. I tried to copy the expression on his face. But we looked nothing alike.

"Half daughter," I offered.

He doctor looked at us again and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. The blonde can stay."

"Remington has a level 4 concussion, with slight trauma to the brain. That's why she has gone unconscious. When she wakes up- which could be any time, it all depends on when her body is ready, when she does wake up, and we will keep her over night for inspection. Then she will be released."

"But is she going to be okay?" Morgan asked.

"As far as I can tell- yes. Her MRI, EEG, and CAT all came back normal. There's no internal bleeding, no broken bones, as far as I can tell the only reason she is unconscious is because she is in shock," he explained, checking his files. Then he smiled reassuringly to Catherine and left the room.

I looked around. Chris was holding Remi's small hand, Catherine was talking to Morgan and Andrew, and Zach was standing right by me, looking at his little sister.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"I'd feel a hell of a lot better if she was awake," he answered.

"I know, we all would," I said.

He slipped his hand into mine.

"Now we just have to patient."

"Thank you," he said, pulling me closer.

"No problem," I smiled.

He smiled back.

He looked back at his dad and little sister- his dad had tears in his eyes- then to his mom and older sister, who were both sobbing while hugging.

"This is so depressing," he commented while his mom was started to walk towards us.

"Kids, I understand if you want to get out of this room, maybe go to the food court? This is probably really disheartening and boring."

Zach nodded, "Yeah that sounds like a good idea." He pulled me out of the room. "Sorry, but I needed to get out of there."

"I get it," I said. "You wanna go to the food court?"

He nodded.

We walked in silence- not awkward silence, just silence.

"What do you want?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I'm not that hungry."

"Yeah- I don't think I could eat that much either," he said.

He ended up ordering French fries and 2 waters. We found a seat in the back, sitting the fries in the center so we could share.

Zach sat in thought, twirling a half-eaten fry between his index finger and thumb.

"What's your biggest regret?" he asked, suddenly.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I try not to have any."

"What do you mean?"

"I try to find a silver lining in everything, and with a silver lining it's virtually impossible to have a regret," I replied, explaining my philosophy in life that I've had since I was 12.

He smiled. "You're amazing, Cammie."

I smiled, looking down at the table.

"Has that ever not worked? Have you ever not found your lining?"

"Once-with my dad. I try to everyday, but I cannot find a good outcome that came out of losing my dad."

"There's something about you-something very unexpected," Zach said.

"What do you mean?"

"You're so much different then I expected. I heard about you before I actually met you. Some good, some bad. Most said that you were the most popular. No one commented on you-as a person. They just said something about your social status, so I excepted you to be a total bitch- maybe a ditz, but you're not." He looked at me, smiling with both his mouth and shining eyes.

I beamed. "Thanks," I said quietly, not trusting my full voice.

"I don't know-you're so-smart and pretty-and-I don't know but I think I like it." I didn't fail to notice that he struggled for words.

"You think?" I teased. "And by 'it' you mean, what?"

He laughed, "Yeah, I think. Because sometimes you annoy me." He winked.

I giggled. "Oh I annoy you now? 3 seconds ago I was smart and pretty, now I annoy you?"

"You just have so many different layers," he chuckled.

"Mmmmhmm, good save," I said.

He smiled. "What's your biggest fear?"

"Why so many deep questions?" I asked.

"Why are avoiding the question?" he retorted.

"My biggest fear is," I pondered, "being alone."

"Alone?"

"I've felt that I had no one was there for me- I've felt alone. And it's the worst feeling in the world. I just never want to relive that."

He nodded. "Favorite color?"

I laughed. "How do you go from biggest fear to favorite color?"

He rolled his eyes playfully. "And Cammie's favorite color is?"

"Tiffany blue," I said. "What about you?"

"I don't have one," he shrugged.

"How do you not have a favorite color?"

"I can never pick one," he laughed.

"You're weird," I snickered.

"And you're pretty. Now that we have covered the obvious what time is it?"

I checked my phone." 4:55."

" We have been sitting out here for almost 3 hours. Why does it feel like I have been talking to you for 20 minutes?"

"I have a timeless quality," I said dramatically and flipped my hair.

He laughed, "Come on," he said as he held down his hand to help me up.

"Where are we going?"

"The morgue," he said with an evil cackle.

"Is this about your skin suit obsession?" I questioned.

"It could be," he said, leading me down the hallway.

"So do you play any sports?" I asked, swinging our entwined hands.

"In Nebraska I played football."

"You could try out for Roseville's team. Our quarterback just graduated, so we need a new one."

"How did you know that I was a quarterback?" he grilled.

"You just seem like the douchy type," I joked.

"How am I a douche?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Have you ever worn flip-flops and jeans? Or the Nike sandals with Socks?" I asked.

"I will admit to the flip-flops but I was on the beach."

I grinned. "Still counts. Do you have white sunglasses?"

"Yes." He nodded in thought.

"Have you ever taken a picture through the mirror?"

"Never."

"Let me see your phone," I said, holding out my hand.

He looked at me, rolled his eyes, and dug in his pocket for his phone.

"See just as I suspected-douchebag," I said.

"Just because I have a white iPhone does not mean I'm a douche," he tried.

"Okay-have you ever named your arm muscles?"

"No," he said quickly.

"You're lying," I sang.

"When I was like 14," he mumbled.

"Sorry, I'm not fluent in douchebag," I twittered, and ran down the hall.

"Oh you're going to get it!" he called and ran after me.

I turned down another hall. I knew he was right behind me, especially when I felt an arm snake around my waist.

"No!" I cried out.

"I got you," he whispered in my ear, causing a sliver to run down my spine. He turned me around so we were facing each other.

"Hi," he smirked.

"Hi," I whispered.

We were insanely close-his hands still on my waist, my hands now resting on his chest. I found myself staring into his eyes, wondering how long I could stare into them. Then I remembered that we only friends. Just. Friends.

'That's friends are for.' I remembered his words from last night.

"We should um-go-check on Remi," I stuttered.

"Yeah, we should." He let go of me.

Back in Remi's room, we found everybody. Chris looked as if he was pushed into the chair, staring at the sleeping girl in the bed. Catherine was still sitting by the bed. Andrew and Morgan sat in another chair in the back of the room.

"Zach, Cam? Why don't you go home? Get some dinner? You guys have school tomorrow," Catherine said, standing up. She rubbed her eyes and reached into her bag, pulling out a 50. "Go get some dinner and sleep. I'll see you both tomorrow."

She gave us both a hug and we started to walk out, before her voice stopped us once more. "Cammie, I expect you to join us."

I smiled. "I'll be there."

"Good. We love you guys," she said, looking back at Remi. I wasn't sure who she was talking to-Remi and Zach, Zach and me, or all three of us.

Zach and I went back out to the parking lot, only to find that the sun had set and it was 8:30.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Me neither."

We drove back to Roseville in silence- this time it was awkward. He pulled back to my driveway.

"Cam-" he started at the same time I said his name. We laughed.

"Thank you," he finished.

I sighed, "Well that's what friends are for," I depressingly said, opening the door a bit.

"I don't think I can do it, be just friends with you, after what happened today," he whispered, fumbling with the keys that were in his hands.

"What do you mean?" I asked quietly.

"I mean, I can't do it anymore. I can't just sit there wondering what it's like to wake up every morning knowing that you're mine, falling asleep every night knowing that I'll see you the next day. I can't stop myself from staring into your eyes or your lips any longer. I can't stop thinking about you, Cam.

"And what's worse is that we are friends- that I have to stop myself. Because we are only friends. I know that you don't want anything more, that you probably just want to stay friends. But- Cam, you kill me. I know that this will probably ruin our friendship and you will never talk to me again. But I can't lie in bed and not think about what I want to say to you and not do it."

I just sat there, wondering where the hell that came from. I had honestly thought he was sticking to the 'friends' card.

"Say something," he pleaded.

I shook my head, not trusting my voice. His eyes looked sad and I just did the only think that I could think of-the only thing my body allowed me to do.

I kissed him.

And you hate me?

Not yet?

Well you will once you read whats next.

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