Well, this is my second songfic. And so far, both of them a pretty depressing. Anyway, this one is for Zach.
I don't own Gallagher Girls or All At Once by the Fray. (:
{ ALL AT ONCE }
It was no secret to what type of guy Zachary Goode was. It was no secret what type of girl Cameron Morgan was.
There are certain people you just keep coming back to
She is right in front of you
You begin to wonder could you find a better one
Compared to her now she's in question
"She's just another one, huh?" The words were dicing, but he couldn't say she wasn't. Girls came and went for him. He glared at Grant. Of all the times for him to get his thoughts together.
"She's something special Zach, you're just going to break her heart and walk away...?"
Zach swallowed.
"Again?"
He stared at Jonas. "No, not again, Jonas." He paused, the words sticking in his throat. "She's really something special."
And all at once the crowd begins to sing
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
"So was Serena."
"And Emma."
"... And Lane."
"I GET IT!" He shook his head. "But she's really special. There is none like her."
Jonas and Grant stood up in defeat, they had had this conversation to many times. "I could've told you that." Jonas muttered and left the room on Grant's heels.
Maybe you want her maybe you need her
Maybe you started to compare to someone not there
Months past... Cammie was just another girl. He broke off all contact, like usual.
It was February. The 17th, at 9:38:42 AM. "Hey gorgeous." Grant leaned in, smiling at the girl who was to busy reading behind a counter to notice the three guys approaching her.
"Oh, hello. Can I help you with something?" The girl brushed away bangs that had fallen in her face. She smiled, she had one of those smiles. The type where even the smallest upturn of the lips brought a blush.
"My hearts broken, maybe you can heal it?" Grant leaned closer.
The girl inched her chair back.
Jonas held back a snigger and glanced Zach. He scooted closer, ignoring Grant, now. "What's wrong?"
Looking for the right one you line up the world to find
Where no questions cross your mind
But she won't keep on waiting for you without a doubt
Much longer for you to sort it out
Zach looked at him, his eyes not really registering that there was a person in front of him. "She's here." He sounded faraway.
Grant had lost interest in the girl behind the counter. "Who?"
"Gallagher Girl." He whispered already taking off in a seemingly random direction. It was lost on Jonas and Grant whether he was running towards Cammie, or away.
Maybe you want her maybe you need her
Maybe you started to compare to someone not there
Maybe you want it maybe you need it,
Maybe it's all you're running from,
Perfection will not come
It was just like in the movies. Light rain poured down, soaking through his hoodie and jeans. The square began to empty out, most people drove off, a few decided to wait off the rain inside cute shops. A couple brave souls stayed out. One desperate soul held out his arms, swinging around, searching. "Cammie!?"
A shadow shifted in a corner. "Cam?"
And all at once the crowd begins to sing
Sometimes
We'd never know what's wrong without the pain
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
Someone tapped him on the shoulder. "No, thanks. I'm quite fine in the rain." He said, expecting one of those salesman who walked around trying to sell their stuff.
"Alright then. I guess I can leave."
"Gallagher Girl?" Zach spun in disbelief.
Her auburn hair was plastered to sides of her face. She had jeans and a short trench-coat on. An umbrella sat crooked in her arm. It was more for show than for use, since she was already soaked through. It was hard to discern whether she was crying through the rain. "I knew someone who once called me that." she murmured. "He kissed me. He told me he loved me. I believed him. He left."
Maybe you want her maybe you need her
Maybe you've started to compare to someone not there
Maybe you want it maybe you need it
Maybe it's all you're running from
Perfection will not come
"Cammie, I-"
"Zach." she said the name in such a harsh way it would have been easy to believe that it was the name of a terrorist who went around and kidnapped babies. "I know the stories, I just thought I was different. But, sometimes even a spy is wrong..."
"Cammie-"
"I want you to meet someone."
His heart turned to stone. And with the extra weight it plummeted, crashed and burned.
Maybe you want her maybe you need her
Maybe you had her maybe you lost her to another
To another...
SO, what did you think? Was it TOO sad?
-Winter