Cammie's P.O.V.
"Cammie! Wake up! I want waffles!" Liz was jumping on my bed. I rolled over and uttered something that was unintelligible even to me. "Come on Cam! No one else will get up! Macey threw a shoe at me!"
I opened my eyes and read the bright red light that was my alarm clock. 9:00 am. On a Sunday. "LIZ! It's way to early!"
"But you need to eat before you go right?" Liz's brow furrowed.
"Go where?"
"On your date! You saw the note didn't you? It was on your nightstand." She handed me a piece of regular paper.
I scanned the note written in simple, neat handwriting, "Ronnie's parents are going on a trip to town. I'm babysitting. You're coming, I'll meet you at your door. See you at ten, Gallagher Girl. -Z P.S. Remember you don't need it." I smiled inwardly.
"Give me a minute, Liz and I'll be ready in a minute."
I took cursory shower and pulled my wet hair up into a high ponytail. I threw on a dark pair of sweats and the slippers from last night. I put on a fitted t-shirt and pulled on a Gallagher Academy fleece.
"Aren't you going to put on make-up? I'm sure Macey would wake up, she hasn't seen the note." Liz moved towards Macey.
"Don't bother. I want food. There isn't time for both." I stopped Liz before she could wake Macey up.
"She's not going to be happy." Liz looked at Macey's sleeping form, unsure.
"What she doesn't know won't kill her, or me." Neither of us pointed out the stupidity of that statement. In our line of work it was what we didn't know that killed us.
We ate breakfast and returned to the room, to find Zach Goode leaning against our door. "Hey there, Gallagher Girl." The smirk, "Ready to go?"
"How long will we be there?" I was thinking of the homework I had pushed off.
"His mom is a teacher, she'll have any book you'll need. Come on." He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my off down the hall.
"See you later Lizzie." But she was already in the room, filling in our roommates.
"Cammie!" Ronnie flew out of the apartment, grabbing my around the legs. Zach placed his hand on the small of my back to steady me.
"Sorry Cammie. We mentioned to him that you might tag along with Zach. He's just really excited." Mrs. Downes smiled at me, gently prying Ronnie off of me.
"It's not a problem, I'm glad to see him too." I smiled at Ronnie. The kid was adorable.
"That's great!" She clapped her hands together, "We'll be back at around ten. You should be able to make cerfew, but I had you excused just in case. Come on in, Ed is just finishing up." She ushered us in. The appartment looked like a bigger version of my mother's with two bedrooms, a full kitchen and a dining area opposed to bar stools. "Help yourself to anything in the fridge, any of the books, television, use the computer if you need, whatever. It'd be great if you could have Ronnie asleep for eight."
A few moments later Ed appeared and the couple left. "Have breakfast yet, twerp?" Zach asked the boy, still dressed in SpiderMan pajamas. He shook his head, "Dinosaur pancakes?" The little boy nodded, turning on the TV and settling in to a riveting episode of Tom and Jerry. "Cam, wanna help me?"
"I'm not much of a cook, Zach..." I wasn't. I was the reason dorms could no longer have microwaves.
"I'll teach you." He smirked, leading me to the kitchen. "First we get out the eggs, the milk and the mix. A bowl, whisk and spatula," He grabbed the items as he named them from random cabinets and the fridge, "Turn the griddle on medium." He instructed me.
"I'm the reason Gallagher suites have no kitchenettes." I voiced.
He smirked, "Come here." He turned me around, pressing my back to his front. He placed one hand on my stomach and grabbed my right hand with his. He directed my hand to the griddle's control. "Press in and turn it until that arrow is pointing at medium." He whispered against my neck, his warm breath tickled. I did as he instructed.
In one quick motion he spun me around and had me pressed up against the island opposite the griddle, this time face to face. "I'm glad you came." I returned his smirk with a smile, "And I was right," His smirk widened, but he refused to elaborate. I felt his hands leave my waist, resting on the countertop.
"Right about what?" I inquired, taking shallow breaths.
"You don't need make-up." He pushed off of the counter, away from me, and went about making the pancakes.
"I-I'm going to go sit with Ronnie."
The rest of the day went quietly, Ronnie was at the age where he could entertain himself but couldn't really take care of himself. Zach and I sat around doing homework, I coached him in Arabic, a language he was struggling in. Zach cooked us hamburgers for lunch, they were great, but it wasn't until around six that I realized Arabic might be the only thing he wasn't perfect at, because Zach Goode, can sing.
I was sitting in the dining area, working on Advanced Chemistry homework. The boys were in the kitchen, Zach cooking once again and Ronnie sitting on the counter playing on his mom's laptop with music playing in the background. I recognized the song as one Macey liked, but I didn't know it all too well. At first I thought I had just forgotten one of the voices, but when I looked up, Zach's mouth was moving along with the new voice. Zach was singing. I openly gawked at him, but he didn't notice because his head was down, chopping up carrots.
"You cast a spell on me, spell on me. You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me. And I decided you look well on me, well on me. So let's go somewhere no one else can see, you and me." Zach sung.
Ronnie joined in, apparently only knowing the chorus, "The sun goes down, the stars come out, and all that counts is here and now. My universe will never be the same. I'm glad you came." Zach glanced up, meeting my eyes, "I'm glad you came."