Grant's POV
I was sitting in my kitchen eating bran flakes with soy milk. It was the worst breakfast I had ever had. Suddenly my phone rang really loudly and it caused me to jump up in my seat and spill soy milk into my pants.
I groaned and answered my phone, "Hello?" I said rubbing my the place between my legs with a dog bone printed napkin.
"Grant?" Said the voice at the other end. It sounded almost like Zach.
"Zach?" I asked, still rubbing my pants.
"Ya, hi," He answered. "Is Cammie available?" He asked.
"Why didnt you just call her phone?" I asked, popping a lemon in my mouth and then spitting it out, a look of horror on my face as I scraped the taste off my tounge.
"I dont know, I just didnt," He said, obiously annoyed.
"Well, thats a stupid reason, you crackerjack!" I said, my face twisting into confusion.
"Did you just call me a crackerjack?" He questioned.
"...Nope..." I said, a smug look on my face.
"Yes you did, I heard you! Why would you call me that?"
"Because your crunchy!"
"...What? Okay, im gonna hang up now."
"Okay. Bye Jack!"
I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice water and walked into the other room, seeing Cammie playing a card game by herself.
"May I play?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows at her.
She took a looked at me and eyed me suspiciously. "No."
My smile turned into a frown. "What? Why?" I asked jutting out my bottom lip and looking like a lost puppy.
"Fine."
"Fine?"
"Yes, FINE!"
"Im gonna beat you my little butterscotch!" I said, looking smug.
She stared at me for a second as I passed out the cards.
"Dude, you gave me the instruction card," Cammie said, showing me the card.
"Well thats a helpful card!"
"Why is it wet?"
"I put it in a glass of water."
"Why would you do that?"
"I dont know..."
"Thats weird."
I chuckled as I took a sip of my water and layed my first card down.