A/N: Hey remember months ago when I said I almost had this chapter done and I was gonna post it ASAP? Well that may have been forever ago but technically I didn't lie I DID almost have it over I just forgot to do it for like 800 weeks. Anyways here it is. Mediocre content in a unacceptable time frame.

"Cammie freakin' Morgan."

It was six thirty pm on Friday night-only a mere half hour before Josh was supposed to pick me up for our date-and Macey was not having it with me.

I was standing in front of her, Bex, and Liz in what I thought to be a cute outfit and they were sitting on my bed, legs crossed and solemn faced like the judges on What Not to Wear.

Apparently this would definitely make the show.

"You can't wear that," Macey huffed, jumping off the bed and placing her hands on her hips. She circled me apprehensively, shaking her head. "I'll kill you if you wear that."

"It's not great," Bex reasoned, giving me a slow up-and-down look. "But I don't hate it."

Macey stopped in front of me and stared me directly in the eyes."No."

I groaned, dropping onto the bed in resignation. This was hopeless, I was hopeless.

From behind me, I could hear Macey shuffling around in my closet. The sound of scraping hangers filled the room and then suddenly, "Oh my Gosh, this is it."

I turned around excitedly, ready to see whatever super cute outfit she had in store, and was faced with utter disappointment. Macey had clearly ventured deep into my closet, which was organized from most frequently to least frequently worn. The dress she was holding up had been shoved to the "will never be worn" section and was enough to make me scoff at the thought of.

"That is so cute!" Liz chirped, looking up from the back cover of my AP Psych textbook she had been reading.

I jumped off the bed, pulling the dress out of Macey's hands and shoving it back into my closet. "No. No way. I couldn't pull that off. It's too short. Plus it's cold outside. Plus what if it's too overdressed, I mean-"

"Cammie," Bex said firmly. She crossed the room to the closet and threw the dress towards me before taking her place next to Macey and mimicking her hands on the hips stance. "Wear. The. Dress."

I checked the clock next to my bed. 6:52. There was literally no time to argue.

Defeated, I hurried out of my (apparently hideous) date outfit and into the dress. It was long sleeved sure, but way too short for this weather. The thought of having to step out into the cold with it on was enough to make me shiver.

"Here Cam," Macey said, dropping a pair of dark tights in my hand. "These should be warm and they'll look so cute." I hurried them on under the dress and slipped onto the boots Macey had brought me.

6:54. Josh would be here any minute.

"You look so pretty!" Liz squealed, jumping off the bed and giving me a hug. She leaned back and grinned at me proudly. "You better tell us everything."

"Of course," I nodded just as the doorbell rang throughout the house. Macey squealed shoving me in the direction of my doorway and I took one last glance towards my friends, trying to hide the nervousness in my face.

Okay Cammie...breathe.

I took the stairs two at a time and then dropped into the living room. I could do this. I could totally do this.

I sucked in a deep breath and pulled open the front door. Josh was pacing around and turned abruptly to face me. His face brightened and he halted to a stop.

"Wow... Cammie…" He looked me over with a grin. "You look amazing."

I felt my cheeks flush and I rocked back on the heels of my feet. How could one person be so sweet and cute at the same time? It seriously wasn't fair.

"You don't look too bad yourself."

The truth was, he looked absolutely adorable. He was wearing a light blue button down (that made his eyes shine!) tucked into a pair of dark wash jeans and (slightly crooked) tie. Suddenly, his hand shot out, shoving forward a bouquet of flowers.

"I bought you these."

I felt my heart skip as I reached out and grabbed the lilies. Josh's face was bright red as I inhaled they're sweet smell. "Thank you Josh," I grinned. "They're gorgeous."

I ran the flowers inside, placing them on the kitchen counter where Bex, Macey and Liz were crammed against a window trying to listen. I cut them an exasperated look, and then hurried back out into the chilly September air.

"Ready to go?" Josh extended his hand and I followed him to the passenger side of his car. He helped me in, shutting the door behind me. I watched him as he crossed around to his side and then stopped at the door. He sucked in a deep breath, like he was calming his nerves, and then hopped into the car.

"So," I prompted, once the car was sent into motion. "Where are we going?"

Josh didn't take his eyes off the road, but a smile crept onto his face. "Somewhere fun." He reached over and grabbed my hand, then quickly placed it back onto the gear shift. "I forgot to bring my dad's car," he pouted. "I wanted to be able to hold you hand."

I felt a rush of endearment towards him-seriously, could he be more of a sweetheart?

Still, I thought, leaning over to press my hands against the AC vents, maybe it was a good thing he couldn't hold my hand. They were practically frozen solid from the short walk to the car. The hot air pouring out of the vents and engulfing my hands was enough to make me happy Josh drove stick.

I spent most of the ride in front of the heater, defrosting my limbs and wondering where we were going. We drove past downtown and through the city, before finally pulling into what looked to be a dirt parking lot.

Screw Macey; I was so overdressed.

Josh yanked the gear shift into park and glanced over at me sheepishly. "I wanted to do something fun," he explained. He shifted nervously in his seat. "Follow me, alright?"

I nodded, adjusting my stupid dress as he walked around to my door and let me out. He took my hand in his and started leading the way.

We weaved in between the rows of cars, light brown clouds of dust kicking up as we walked. I looked down at Macey's previously black shoes that were now coated with a fine layer of dirt and suppressed a smug smile. Her penance for making me wear this dress was looking pretty good.

The further we walked, the louder it got. The sound of people screaming and laughing filled our silence, along with the heavy rattling of…

Roller coasters?

I felt my heart quicken with excitement.

"Josh!" I exclaimed eagerly, squeezing his hand. "A carnival?"

He looked down at me, giving me a huge smile. "I had to beat phenomenal bowling date we had."

We crossed under the entrance arch of what read as the CARLTON CITY CARNIVAL—apparently we had driven much further than I'd realized—and into noisy crowd. People everywhere were running around shouting , eating, and-for one guy near the Terminator ride-throwing up. I was so excited, I was practically bouncing on my toes. In New York I never had the chance to drive out of the city for any carnivals. I felt like the only seventeen year old in the whole east coast that had never been on a rollercoaster.

"Can we ride that one?" I found myself asking eagerly and dragging Josh towards something called the Devil's Twist. He laughed at me but followed with little resistance. Be cool Cammie, I griped in my head. Being a pushy and manipulative roller coaster obsessed date was not exactly what I had had in mind for the evening. I was planning on being cute and sophisticated, but throw in 90 mph speeds and 200 feet drops? Well, I was a whole new girl.

So instead, I pulled Josh up to the end of the line and surveyed what was about to be my very first roller coaster ride. It was a giant red contraption that was composed entirely of winding loops. I followed the ride from start to finish trying to find one stretch of straight tracks but failed to place a single one that didn't result in an upside down turn. This was going to be good.

The line inched forward and I turned to look at Josh, who was studying me amusedly. He let go of my hand and wiped his palms on his jeans. "I don't know what makes me more nervous: this ride or you."

I felt my face flush. If I was keeping count of how many times he had made me blush we would be in the double digits by now.

Thankfully, before I had to respond, the line inched inched forward and we were being thrust into seats by some shaggy haired carnival worker named Kevin. I winced as the cold, hard plastic of the seat dug into my back but couldn't help but beam. First date, first carnival, first rollercoaster ride...I was doing it all. Roseville was budding with new experiences.

While I applaud myself on all my recents accomplishments, Kevin began to make his rounds across the row of seats. He yanked down on the bars holding us back, then pushed down on the seatbelt to make sure it was secured. Josh squirmed nervously in his seat as Kevin tightened his straps.

"How safe is this?" He asked quietly, as Kevin moved on to my seat. I sucked in a deep breath of air as he pushed the bars down across my shoulders and they locked into place. He glanced over at Josh, raising his shoulders in a small shrug.

"Safe enough?"

I wasn't sure in what world Kevin thought that reply to be reassuring, but it definitely didn't seem to cut it for Josh. His blue eyes widened and focused on me in a face that could only be described as, 'what the hell'.

I snickered, reaching across our median to grab onto his hand. "Don't worry," I grinned, "If we fall from this height the impact will kill us immediately. You won't feel a thing."

This was the last thing I said before the ride clicked into action, causing Josh's already flighty eyes to bulge practically out of his head. He squeezed them shut and sighed muttering something about the things he would to impress me.

I laughed again, turning away from him and pressing my head against the seat as we began our slow descent up the first hill. The cold air was brushing over my skin causing goosebumps to brush up my skin. As we chugged up the hill the carnival lights shrunk down to tiny dots under us and I glanced over to Josh to see his eyes still clamped shut.

"We're almost to the top," I whispered, feeling Josh's body relax a bit. He squinted open one eye and peered down at the people below us.

"Oh this isn't that ba-HOLY SHIT!"

The Devil's Twist had finally reached the top of the first slope and was barreling down at records speed. A guttural scream escaped my lips making me sound a bit like a strangled cat. The cold wind stung my face and we approached the bottom of the drop and just as I caught my breath again we were flipping upside down.

Four more flips and five killer drops later and we were stumbling off the ride in a fit of laughter.

"I'm so embarrassed right now," Josh was grinning, running a hand through his wind tousled hair. "I promise I'm not a wuss."

I caught my breath from laughing and shook my head. "No way if anyone was a wuss it was me. I couldn't stop screaming."

We stepped of the rollercoaster ramp and onto the crowded walkway. My legs felt a bit like jello-I had seriously underestimated the power of a roller coaster-but I was having a great time.

Despite the cold, the crowdedness of the carnival and Josh's close proximity made made forget about the freezing temperature. He hadn't let go of my hand since we had staggered off the Devil's Twist and quite frankly...I didn't want him to.

As the two of us weaved in and out of the flocks of people I could feel the ball of nerves in my stomach unwinding. I could definitely have a good time with Josh, especially if that meant riding more rollercoasters .

For the next hour or so he was basically just following me around as I dragged him from one ride to the next. We had ridden every ride in the carnival at least once, and had nearly thrown up on the Devil's Twist two more times after we had originally gotten on. After knowing when the biggest drop was, we were able to pose for the rollercoaster camera and had ended up with a pretty funny looking photo.

Now it was Josh's turn to take the lead and he was busy pulling me behind him as he barrelled towards a cotton candy vendor. He ordered us both one-blue raspberry flavor for me, bubblegum for him-and dropped an enormous bite into his mouth. He groaned in satisfaction the minute it burst on his tongue. "Now this makes all rides seem worth it."

I grinned taking a bite of my own cotton candy. He wasn't wrong, it practically tasted like heaven.

"I think your child like shrieks made it all worth it for me," I joked, wiggling my eyebrows at him teasingly. His face reddened and he shoved me playfully on the shoulder.

"They were manly!"

"Yeah if manly is synonymous to seven years old and girly then sure."

Josh swallowed an enormous bite of his cotton candy and glowered down at me with a new found intensity. "Alright Cammie," he announced in a very assertive tone. "Let me show you just how manly I can be."

He extended his cotton candy stick to me and wiped his hands on the front of his pants. Then, with focused determination, he rolled up his sleeves and marched to the carnival booth labeled STRENGTH METER. The carnival worker managing the booth looked up in surprise as if he wasn't expecting anyone over the age of 12 to try and play.

Josh however, was not deterred. He grabbed the comically oversized hammer and swung it valiantly over his head. The giant foam head slammed against the sensor causing lights to shoot up to the very top of the strength scale. The words SUPERMAN STRENGTH flashed brightly.

"Oh my stars!" I exclaimed, swooning girlishly. I placed my hands under my chin and batted my eyelashes like a some sort of cheesy cartoon in love. "You've won my heart!"

Josh beamed, reaching over like he was going to put his arm around me. The minute he did he quickly snatched the cotton candy I had been holding for him out of my hands and took a bite. "Superman style," He joked.

"Congratulations," the carnival worker was mumbling in a bored monotone. He made his way over to Josh, tied a metallic superman cape around his neck and saluted him. "You are a modern hero in these dark times."

I burst out laughing as Josh straightened out his cape and munched on his cotton candy. He looked like a 6 foot seven year old.

Josh grinned back at me and draped his arm around my shoulders. "You up for getting your butt kicked by Superman in skeeball?"

The suggestion made me perk up. If there was one thing I knew for sure it was that while I was definitely no bowler champ, I could kick some serious ass at skeeball. We had an architecture assignment one year at Gallagher where we had to physically build a skee ball machine from scratch. It was safe to say I knew a thing or two about how to play.

"You're so on."

Clutching his cotton candy and letting his metallic cape flutter out behind him, Josh led the way to the nearest skeeball machine. He handed the worker a couple of bucks and the girl handed us both a bucket of balls.

"On three?" Josh offered, holding a ball out in a position to throw. I nodded and tossed mine in the air confidently.

"Three...two...one...go!"

The minute the last word left his mouth I was draining a 100 shot. Then a 40. Then a 100.

I was out of balls before he had even finished throwing his third one.

As Josh drained his last one (in the 50 hole) he glanced up at my score and his cocky smile wiped right off.

"What the actual hell?" He asked incredulously. He squinted up at my score and then back at his. "You cheated...I don't know how but...you cheated."

I burst out laughing and shook my head. "You can't cheat in skeeball Josh."

While Josh grumbled to himself about all the possible ways I absolutely must have cheated, the carnival worker was gesturing up at all the prizes I was allowed to pick from. "Congratulations!" She was saying excitedly. "As one of the top scorers, you can choose anything from our top two rows!"

I glanced over at the two rows she was pointing at and raised my eyebrows. I was able to choose anything from a three pound bag of candy to a pair of very expensive headphones.

And then I saw it.

In the very bottom corner, smooshed up against what looked like a football shaped lava lamp and a Hot Wheels race track was one of the weirdest looking stuffed dinosaurs I've ever seen.

"The dinosaur please."

From behind me I heard Josh chuckle to himself a little before draping an arm across my shoulders. "That is the absolute best prize you could've picked," he assured me. The carnival lady pulled him off the hook he was hanging from-a bit macabe for children if you ask me-and dropped him into my arms.

"You are now the proud owner of Dino the Dinosaur, ruler of the jurassic world, predator of evil. He will be your trusted companion and your protector. Congratulations!"

I wrinkled my nose in disappointment. Dino? How could the ruler of jurassic world and predator evil have the name Dino?

Josh looked at me, sensing my disappointment and nudging me with his shoulder. "What's up?"

"The name Dino doesn't suit him...he needs something more intense." I paused for a moment, looking into my skee ball prize's dark black eyes. "Something like Bone Daddy."

At this Josh burst out laughing. The arm across my shoulders tightened as he leaned against me. "I love it Cammie," he grinned. Then suddenly his eyes dropped to the watch on his arm and his smile wiped away. "Crap I didn't realize it was so late…"

I checked the large face of his watch and raised my eyebrows in surprise. It was already 11:48? My curfew was definitely 12.

"Come on," Josh said, heading towards the parking lot. "Let's get you and Bone Daddy home."

Josh killed the engine in my driveway and sheepishly look at his watch. "I'm sorry it's so late," he apologized nervously. "I hope your mom doesn't get mad."

I almost scoffed at the thought of Mom being anything other than thrilled about my first date with any boy ever. "I promise you she'll be okay with it."

A look of relief swept across Josh's face, followed by a grin. He stepped out of the car, walked around to my door and pulled it open. I grabbed his hand-extended in the most southerny and gentlemany fashion I'd ever seen-and followed him up the steps to my front door.

"Thanks for coming out with me tonight, " he told me, his hands still enveloping mine. He took a hesitant forward, giving it a squeeze. "I had a lot of fun with you."

"Thanks for letting me kick your ass at skeeball."

Josh laughed, pulling me closer to him. He let go of my hands and placed his under my chin. I felt my heart start to quicken. Was this it? Was this about to be my first kiss? Then, before I had any more time to internally panic, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. It was a soft kiss, slow and cautious like he was trying not to scare me away. I hesitated, my mind racing with millions of the WHAT TO DO VS. WHAT NOT TO DO WHEN KISSING BOYS tips Macey and Bex had briefed me on before the date. And then, throwing all caution to the wind, I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him back.

My positive response sparked confidence in Josh and he pulled me closer to him, kissing me a little harder. His hands slid to my neck and he pressed into me.

Then, pulling away, he grinned down at me. "I only let you win so I could do that."

"Good night Josh," I snickered, taking a step towards my front door and pushing it open.

"Good night Cammie," he beamed back, giving my hands one last squeeze before letting me go. I watched him as he made his way towards his car—practically skipping down my driveway. He pulled open the front door and then exclaimed in alarm. "Hey! You almost forgot your dinosaur!" Reaching across into the backseat, Josh pulled out Bone Daddy and waved him in the air.

Of course. How could I forget my one form of proof that I was in fact a skee ball champion? In addition to my pride, my word, and my skills, I would need that tangible piece of evidence to claim my title. I crossed the front lawn towards him, not wanting to make him walk all the way up to my door again and pulled the stuffed animal out of his hands. "Thank you," I cried appreciatively, giving it a big hug. "I don't know what I'd do without my new favorite prehistoric cuddle buddy."

Josh laughed, leaning in to give both me and Bone Daddy a kiss on the cheek. "Good night to both of you this time," he said. He climbed into his car and waved us goodbye, before pulling out of the driveway and heading down the street.

I watched his taillights disappear for a moment and when they rounded the corner I finally turned on my heel and started making my way back up the driveway. The moon's white light was illuminating my path and it reminded me of the giant balls of cotton candy I had eaten earlier with Josh. I looked up, ready to give it one more appreciative glance and then screamed.

Zach was on the roof.

Not his roof-which still would've been super weird-but my roof, sitting there in the dark as if nothing strange at all was going on.

"Hey Gallagher Girl."

He said it so casually. Like it wasn't nearly one in the morning and he wasn't lurking, like some sort of creepy night owl on the roof of my house. I couldn't see his face, only the dark outline of his silhouette from the moonlight, but I stared up at him in disbelief all the same.

"Zach," I said slowly, taking a couple of steps towards the patch of grass in between our two houses. "What are you doing up there? It's freezing out."

Zach heaved a sigh and leaned back on his elbows. "Actually Gallagher Girl, temperatures don't qualify as freezing until they're 32 degrees Fahrenheit or under. You of all people, being a New Yorker, should know that. Fortunately for us it's just 48 tonight so I think we'll be okay. Wanna come up?"

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. What was up with this guy? How could he sit on my roof in the middle of the night and still make me feel like I was the one being weird?

And most importantly... why did I find myself wanting to go up there?

I didn't answer him, and instead made my way into my house and locked the door behind me. My heart was beating a million beats a minute; whether it was from kissing Josh or finding a grown man (boy? manboy?) on my roof I didn't know. When I finally felt it start to slow down, I made my way up my stairs, stepped into my bedroom and did something completely uncharacteristic of me:

I climbed out my window onto my roof.

My shoes crunched against the rough shingles as I crossed to where Zach was sitting and dropped down next to him. He was still leaning back against the slanted surface, his head propped up on his elbow. He glanced over at the sound of me climbing out, his eyes slowly trailing up my body. Even though it was dark, I shifted under his gaze awkwardly. His eyes were always so intense and his face unreadable.

"Zach," I said sharply. I was definitely thinking of some choice words I could call him, but settled for his name instead.

"Gallagher Girl."

"What are you doing up here?"

"You look nice."

It was as if he hadn't even heard my question. But he did. I know he did. The look on his face told me he just was choosing not to answer it.

Unfortunately, his compliment threw me completely off guard and made me forget my train of thought. Involuntarily, my stomach flipped happily. This annoyed me. Why did I care what he thought? Why was he on this roof right now? Hell, why was I?

"Zachary. What are you doing here?" I asked again, this time trying to sound much more assertive. I hoped his full name would add some sort of authority to my voice.

"Looking at the stars," Zach refuted, as if the answer was obvious. He stopped staring at me and folded his arms behind his head, looking up at the sky.

"Yeah, but why can't you do that on your roof? Why are you on mine?" I was still standing, staring down at him while he lied there looking way too comfortable and way too relaxed for my liking.

"Yours has a better view of the moon."

I looked up, to see if what he was saying was true, and sure enough it definitely was. In front of us the moon looked as big as a porcelain plate, shining unbelievably high in the sky. It was so pretty I couldn't speak for a moment; I had never seen it look so white and bright. It was breathtaking. I plopped down next to him, my eyes stuck on the sky.

"How did you get up here?" I finally asked after a few moments, my voice distracted and lacking conviction. My focus was elsewhere.

"Fence."

"Do you do this a lot?"

"Used to. Haven't since you moved in. I like that dress on you."

Again, Zach's comment took me by surprise. I looked over at him, only to find him still staring up at the sky. He didn't seem at all embarrassed by his remark. It was as if he was simply just stating a fact.

Clearly I was making it a way bigger deal than I should have been.

"Thanks," I said trying to sound casual. "Macey picked it out."

Zach nodded, as if that made sense, which of course, it did. I never would've picked something like this out on my own. He was silent for a moment and then finally turned to look at me. In the moonlight his eyes were practically glowing and they were taking in my entire face as if it was the only thing around him.

"Tonight was your date with Josh."

He wasn't asking a question so I didn't say anything in response. I just kept looking at him and he just kept looking at me, Finally I nodded, averting my gaze back towards the sky. His eyes were too intense to keep starting into-he won.

"Did you have fun?" He asked.

I nodded again, still opting not to say anything. Zach was the last person I expected to talk to about Josh with. It made me feel like I was doing something wrong, breaking some sort of rule.

Zach on the other hand, was nodding back. He turned away from me again and studied the stars. "Good. I'm happy for you."

For some reason I felt a pang of disappointment. I didn't know why, I mean, shouldn't that be good? Shouldn't I want him to be happy I found someone I like?

Yet, for some reason I didn't. I felt a sort of bummed that he wasn't even a bit jealous I had been out on a date tonight.

What the heck was wrong with me?

I nodded for the third time in the span of three minutes. "Thanks." I don't know why I was pouting. I had just gone on a really good date with a really cute boy and now my sort of weird sort of annoying neighbor was telling me he was happy for me. It seemed like something I should be excited about, yet I wasn't.

We were silent for a moment, but it wasn't at all uncomfortable. Even though it was cold, Zach's presence always seemed to radiate heat and I didn't feel like I was dying to get inside any time soon.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, Zach finally spoke up. "Your stuffed animal has crazy eyes."

I looked down at Bone Daddy, who I hadn't even realized I had been holding, and inspected him. Unlike most stuffed animals that just had two big black dots for eyes, he was blessed enough to get a fully detailed Jurassic Park looking ones that were topped with fuzzy eyebrows.

"They're not crazy," I frowned, holding him up. "They're cute"

Zach snickered and scooted a bit closer to me. He extended his hand and grabbed Bone Daddy, inspecting him with full fledged Zach Goode intensity. He turned him over twice, flipped him upside down, and pulled his eyebrows up for a better look. "No, no," He reasoned, nodding like a scientist that had just reached a pivotal conclusion. "Crazy eyes from all angles, sorry Gallagher Girl."

I snatched my dino backup from him and laughed. "Okay so he's a little intense," I reasoned, staring into the strangely accurate and bloodshot eyes of my skee ball prize. "But he's not half as intense as you. If anything Bone Daddy and I should be making fun of you."

Right when I said it I wanted to throw myself off the roof. Did I really just admit to Zach I thought he was intense? I looked down and studied the drop between the roof and the ground. Yeah, from this height I'd definitely break a few bones.

So, as I began leaning forward to take the fall towards my inevitable destruction, Zach took it upon himself to close the remaining distance between us. He grabbed my face with his hand, turning my head to look at him. Suddenly we were insanely close again. Like breathing-the-same-air close again. His nose was inches from mine and his eyes were boring into me like he was in some sort of competition with me to see just how intense he could actually be.

"...Your stuffed dinosaur is named Bone Daddy?"

I slowly exhaled a breath I hadn't even realized I had been holding. Our proximity (not to mention the way he was staring at me and the fact that the words bone and daddy had just come out of his mouth) was making my stomach dance.

"Um yep," I stammered, trying to look away. Zach's hand dropped and I was able to turn my head away from him again. Why was I wearing these long sleeves? It was so damn hot all of a sudden. "Cause, um, he's a t-rex you see-you can tell by the small arms-and T-rexes used to eat the bones of their prey for example triceratops and edmontosaurus bones were found crushed up in their poop you know so I figured since he was like the head honcho of the prehistoric world and he also loved bones the name Bone Daddy just sort of suited him I don't know it's kinda weird but strangely accurate to biological history so…"

I clamped my mouth shut. It was time. I absolutely had to get out of here. I edged forward, 100% positive that the only way to escape this situation was to jump off the roof, break my leg and go the the ER, but before I could set my plan in action Zach started aughing.

He pulled away from me and stood up, dusting his hands off on his jeans. I watched as he crossed over to my backyard fence, scaled it, then hopped onto his own roof. From across our yards he turned back over to me and grinned. "You're something else Gallagher Girl."

Then he ducked into his window and disappeared.

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A/N: Okay so this isn't a lot of Zammie but I HAVE been reading y'alls reviews and I know that's what you want! So now that I have this boring Josh and Cammie crap out of the way I can 100%. positutely, guarantee you that next chapter is like all Zammie. So bring your popcorn and make sure you have a fan or something cause we are turning this sexual tension ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL the way up.

R&R so I feel less guilty.

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