OH BOY. LONG OVER DUE. So no rewrite, but slow updates. Bare with me?

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"So are you going to the basketball game Friday? First game of sections," Bex added.

"Um, I'm not sure yet," I responded. Basketball held so many bad memories for me. Kyle just put the cherry on top.

"We're playing Richfield, ought to be a good game," Joe chimed in coming up besides us.

"When is it?" I asked back. Macey finally forgave Mom around Christmas but things were still tense. Grant was relying on me to help keep the peace and I was leaning on him to get me through the times. Kyle had been moved to the other better hospital, but at the other 'better' hospital they didn't allow visitors to visit patients that were in conditions like Kyle's. So it had been a few solid months. Dad was sending letters every week updating us and I made sure to send him two letters for every one. I told him everything that was going on at home and how Macey and Mom were finally starting share things and go shopping together. After a disastrous trip with me and her friends being challenged, she had no choice - or so Macey claims.

"Friday. Were you not listening?" Dhine rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I was listening. I guess I should've been more specific - what time?" I threw back at him.

"Well, dear Cameron, it is at 8 and I would be pleasured if you would come cheer us on," Joe cheekily smiled at me. I couldn't help the laugh that came out.

"When would you like me there, Mr. Ryan?"

"Six o'clock sharp would be lovely," he smiled back.

"Remind me why we would show up so early?" Bex asked looking incredulously at Joe.

"So I can woo Cammie with my awesome basketball knowledge." Bex and I both gave him a raised eyebrow. Except Bex's looked more scary and threatening. "Or teach her how the hell basketball works."

"I got that covered," Dhine smirked as he threw an arm around me.

"I got that covered," Grant walked up throwing a glare at Dhine. Dhine immediately took his arm off me and I rolled my eyes at him; how he was still scared of my brother I didn't know. Grant was all talk, sure he looked big but he's never hit anyone - well that I've known of.

"So whenever we get there's the time then?" Bex asked putting on a fake smile.

Sensing the conversation was coming to an end, I avoided the awkward moment of having my friends worship my brother by walking to my locker to get everything I needed for English. After a quick swap I was in class sitting dutifully next to Liz.

"Long time no speak." She gave me a look but gave me a smile nonetheless.

"Oh yes, yesterday's awesome conversation about Jonas didn't do it for ya?" she asked in an adorable drawl.

"Oh it was very enlightening. However on a more exciting subject-"

"Cammie, of course I'll tutor you."

"Eh, not exactly what I was going for but I like this better." She gave me a soft laugh but we had to cut it short due to class starting. School went fast enough and before I knew it, it was Friday and I was standing at Eden Prairie high school about to watch sections.

"Cam, I'm gona get some food. Do you want anything?" I shook my head at Bex and walked inside the gym. Of course I showed up at six, just like Joe asked but I was really doubting that he would even be here. Bex had been trailing Grant like a love sick puppy and I really didn't want to see that. I looked towards the floor to see Edina and Wayzata playing. It was a pretty close game but it looked like Edina had control. I had to do a double take when I heard a familiar voice calling out the shots.

"Josh! No, set it up guys!" I looked to see Zach of all people calling the shots but ended up actually taking the shot himself. I looked over my should to make sure that Grant or Bex were no where in sight before running over towards the Wayzata bleachers across the gym. Hidden in the crowd, I watched the rest of the game and found out that Zach wasn't actually the point guard but the shooting guard instead. But their team was almost fluent throughout, any person taking any position. I sat near the parents making most everyone think that I was a sister watching her brother, or so I assumed seeing how many people didn't even give me a second glance. Soon the next game started up and I ventured from the parents but still sat behind a lingering Wayzata section. I was almost captivated by the passes of the next team, watching the ball fly crisp into the hands of a teammate.

"Cammie?" Surprised I looked up and saw Zach looking at me with a little bit of incredulity.

"Uh, hey, Zach," I replied realizing how a lot of people were glancing at us. I guess seeing a kid wearing Edina would but them in a sour mood seeing how Edina dominated the last 2 minutes.

"What are you doing here?" he asked his brows furrowed as he sat down. He wouldn't look at me though but looked down or straight ahead.

"Well I came to support my team but they're playing later… as in a lot later."

"Oh. Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked with uncertainty. This was weird. Usually Zach was confident and just did things without asking. Like one time he took my pencil and never gave it back. Or another time when he bought me a cookie when I really wanted one but didn't have any money on me.

"Sure," I replied still looking at him. Finally he met my gaze and gave me a small smile. The game started up and we started talking just as normal friends; no flirting, no cockiness, just nothing but stories and smiles.

"So no more skiing?" I asked after a while. The question had been bugging me considering that he was a pretty good skier. Before he could answer the buzzer rang signifying the half.

"Oh... I have to go now. The bus leaves as soon as the second half starts," he stated as he quickly started gathering his stuff.

"ZACH!" Zach's head snapped up and I looked to see a boy with brown wavy hair and blue eyes. "Hello there, pretty lady," the boy winked at me. I glanced to see Zach staring at the kid with wide eyes almost in disbelief.

"Uh, er Cammie this is Josh. Josh, Cammie." With this the blue eyes just seemed to light up.

"You're Cammie? Well isn't this a treat? Did you come down to watch Zach play?" Josh asked with an impish grin.

"Actually I was supposed to meet this guy who was going to teach me all the fouls..." I trailed off looking towards the exit. "But I don't think he was being serious and Grant's here instead..."

"Grant's here?" Zach repeated looking at me. His eyes held a little bit of fear and I was curious what was going on inside Zach's head. "Well- crap! We have to go Josh, Coach is going to kill us," Zach finished looking at the clock.

"No no no. We have time. Let's just sit down and have a little chat," Josh replied giving Zach a look. Zach on the other hand looked desperate to get out of there. "So Cammie, when'd you come to Roseville?"

I brushed away the fact he knew where I lived even though it was creepy and replied, "Well I started this school year so I dunno. September?"

"September 3rd," Zach muttered but turned a little pink once Josh and I looked at him.

"Any other embarrassing facts you know that Cammie might not?" Josh questioned raising an eyebrow.

"Josh we have to go," Zach replied slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Sorry, Cam. It was nice talking to you." He shot me an apologetic smile while grabbing Josh and lugging him away.

At the bottom of the stairs Josh shouted out "Cammie do you like Zach?" to which Zach hit him in the shoulder and demanded whether he was in sixth grade or not.

With a quick wave at the doors, they left and I turned my attention back to the game. Did it make me a little happy that Zach knew the exact date I came here and I didn't? Yes. Did I still maybe have feelings for Zach? Maybe.

"Was that Zach I just saw?" Bex demanded sitting next to me.

"Possibly," I replied looking for Grant. He seemed to be entranced and patiently waiting for the next whistle to come up.

"And you two were conversing," she asked in one of those annoying clarification ways. Rolling my eyes I replied that I had. After a few of her annoying questions and eyeing me with that awkward stare of warning, we got back to watching the game. The orange team was crushing their opponent and little by little people from our school trickled in. After the orange team killed it, our team came running out to take the court. There was a lot of pre-chanting before the game going between both sides with hand signals shared.

Finally the game was started and Dhine got control of the ball. We weren't even seven seconds into the game before the first foul was called. I had just looked away for a second and when I looked back I saw Dhine on the ground and the other player arguing the call. Generally when the other player is on the ground in the middle of the court there isn't much room for 'tripping over his own feet'. I sighed realizing they were one of those teams. The ones that play dirty and don't care who gets hurt as long as at the end of the day they win. These kinds of teams are the reason what lead to my hate of basketball.

Kudos to anyone who guesses why Cammie hates basketball! Or what happened ;)