Previously on Wake Up Zachy:
"Dad?" I asked, staring at the man standing in front of me.
"It's me, Cammie." I sat frozen on the couch, staring at the man I hadn't seen in so long.
But when Zach spoke I snapped out of my trance, "Dad?"
I turned to Zach and followed his gaze to a man with bright green eye, dark hair, and broad shoulders. He looked so much like Zach it wasn't funny.
"Hello, Son." The man answered casually as if he had always been a part of Zach's life.
I pulled my knees to my chest and ask, "Where have you guys been?"
"San Francisco," they answered in unison.
"Why?" Zach asked from his spot.
"We were in hiding," my dad answered.
"You couldn't tell us that?" I asked standing up.
"We thought it was better if you did know –" I cut him off.
"No! You didn't have to go around think we were dead!" I yelled before storming upstairs.
I slammed my door and let my body slide down the wall. I buried my head in my hands and hugged my knees to my chest. I heard the door open and quietly shut.
"Just go away!" I sobbed. The person just sat down next to me and I was filled with Zach's sent.
I turned into him and he held my while I cried into his shoulder.
-Page Break-
I guess I fell asleep because I woke up on my bed to Zach talking on the phone.
"There's no way to reach her?" He asked. "But this is really important . . . Come on!"
"Zach, calm down. Who are you talking to?"
He hung the phone at sat frustrated on the bed. "The director of the CIA's assistant."
"What! Why?"
"I was trying to reach your mom . . ." he trailed off.
"She can wait." Zach raised an eyebrow at me.
"Where are our dads?"
"Downstairs, why?"
"Oh, well I was just thinking we could . . ." I trailed off.
"Do what?"
"Um, it involves a bed . . ."
"Oh, Cammie, I thought I was usually the one who thinks that way in this relationship." He smirked at me.
I blushed, "Well, I was just –"he cut me off by gently pressing his lips against mine.
"I think we should get out of here for a while. Let them think, let us think."
We headed down stairs to find the living room cleaned and neat. There was a note on the table.
It read:
Cameron, Zach,
Is it fair enough for you this time? Were alive, don't come find us. You can send us one letter, combine it much like this one. We love you guys and will be back one day.
PS: Zach, keep your hands off my daughter.
-Matthew and David (We don't know Zach's dad's name but thus us what I'm making it)
"Let's not tell my mom." I said.
"don't you think –" Zach started.
"No, I hate him, he doesn't deserve my mom!" I yelled.
"Okay," Zach said quietly. I grabbed paper and pen.
Matthew,
It's still not fair. Don't bother coming back. I hate you. –Cameron.
PS: You have no right over me to tell Zach by the way. He can do whatever I let him do.
David,
Don't bother coming back. I'm sure you have your reason, but just don't. –Zach
"I want your hands on me." I said quietly from my spot next to Zach on the couch.
"Wh-what?" Zach choked a little on his words.
"Please, I need a distraction, I want to do it anyway, and my dad said to keep your hands off of me."
"Your wish is my command," Zach said before climbing on top of me.
Yup so that's it, I guess. Let me know what you think. I think next summer, I'll turn this two shot into a story, but for now this is where it's staying. Yup, so maybe watch out for it next year? Or maybe I'll do it when I finish Welcome to the World of Boys.
