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"Uh, hey" Zach said, rubbing the back of his neck, as Cammie opened her front door. She smiled though, leaning against the edge of the door. "Well, I'll admit I didn't expect you here" Cammie said honestly, nodding to Zach.

Zach smirked, "Is that good or bad?"
"I don't know" She laughed, he chuckled.
"I see. Well Uh, can I come in?" Zach asked a moment.
"Hm, sure" She nodded, moving away from the door, and opening it more for him to come in, "Welcome"
"Thanks" He replied, stepping in and standing in the hallway.
"Not being rude or anything," Cammie said awkwardly, "But is there a reason your here?"
"Uh, I wanted to talk to you" Zach explained.
"Oh okay, sure. Um, we can go upstairs if you want since my parents are here, if you wanted to talk privately"
"Hm Yeah, okay" He nodded, then followed her up the stairs to her room.

"How do you handle it?" Zach asked from Cammies' bed, while she was looking out the window, the sun shine on her, bringing the lighter blonde highlights of her hair, from her bangs to where it ended at the small of her back.
"Handle what?" She asked, turning around, facing him.
"When your mom is upset, like is she like?"
"When?"
"Like you said you have to pick up the pieces every year"
"Oh," She sighed, sitting down on the desk chair by the window, still facing him. "Well, my mom doesn't really cope well with being upset, and she um, she drinks, and she gets angry-" Cammie choked on her words, a few tears escaping from her eyes down her cheaks.
"It's okay" Zach said, standing up, and walking over to her and bending down to her level. She wrapped her arms around him, in a moment of weakness.
"Why" She whispered, after a few minutes of composing herself from sobbing and wiping away her stray tears.
"Why what?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Long story" Zach explains.
"I have time"
Zach chuckles, "Okay,"

About 2 hours later Zach had told Cammie everything, about his dad, craig and his mom.
"So you lost her?"
"Yeah, she died when I was 10"
"I'm so sorry,"
"It's okay" He smiled, sadly.
Zach also got round to telling her about career ambitions, that his dad didn't seem to agree with.
"You want to be an aritst?"
"Yeah" Zach grinned,
"I didn't know you could draw,"
"You never knew me before," Zach said, "Noone did"
"So why won't he let you, become an artist" Cammie asked after a moment of silence, and Zach just looking down at his hands in his lap.
"He thinks it's a load of bullshit, and I should become an accountant"
"Oh. You shouldn't listen to him, your future should be what you want it to be" Cammie said.
"Nicely said, wise one" Zach joked, smirking.
"My speciality" She shrugged.
"Want to know my speciality?"
"What? Stealing cars?" Cammie joked,
"Besides that" Zach said,
"Hm."
Zach then leant in, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, and crushed his lip down onto hers. It took a moment for Cammie to respond, but she kissed him back, before pushing his chest and pulling back.
"Um," She breathed out, "We can't- this isn't right..I'm sorry" She stood up, and took a step back, a hand on her lips. Zach looked up at her, confused.
"What? Why? Whats wrong?" He asked,
"We shouldn't"
"Why?"
She looked down at the floor. Cammie did like Zach, but she just felt like she shouldn't, so she tried to retrain herself from any flirting or kissing back, which wasn't successful just then, as she kissed him back, and only luckily pulled away. So she lied. Cammie hated lying, but she had to.
"I don't like you, Zach" She said, looking at him, not in the eye. "This can't be"
"Your lying" He stated, studying her.
"No I'm not. I don't like you. I don't know if I sent you mixed signals or whatever but that didn't mean anything, and neither did that kiss, it was just a spur of the moment thing"
Zachs' face fell a little, "Okay," He nodded, picking up his jacket, which lay on her bed, and put it on. "Well I'm gonna go, maybe we can still be friends then?"
"Uh, sure. That'd be great. See you at school" She nodded. And he left.

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What the fuck was that? I thought she liked me. I can't just be friends with her. All that time of talking, we have so much in common. HOW CAN SHE NOT SEE IT?!

Zach walked home, replaying the whole time at Cammie's over and over again in his head. When he got home, luckily his dad wasn't there, but Craig was.

"Where were you?" Craig asked, clearly worried, and stood from his place on the couch and walked over to Zach.
"I was at Cammie's" He replied, dropping his back-pack onto the recliner next to him, "We were talking. I came here and as usual you guys are yelling shit at each other, and I'm sick of it"
"Zach I'm defending you, don't be angry at me. I'm not the bad guy here"
"And who is? To me, you and dad are as bad as each other" He shouted, picking up his back-pack and leaving upstairs to his bedroom.

Kinda short. But one better than none right?

No chapter until next week, I'm going away tomorrow, and I won't get a chance to update tomorrow so I'll be back next week and I'll update then as long a chapter as I can. OH YEAH AND APPEARS I HAVE INCLUDED NO MACEY :( I'd love to hear any suggestions from you guys of what you might want for the rest of her part of the story. THANKS :)

~BYE xoxoxo