Chapter 6 – Confronting Cammie

CPOV

It was Friday. Yes, as in that day. The day of my sorta-kinda date with Zach. And very,very sadly, it was 5 o'clock. And even more sadly, Macey was here. Right on the dot.

I hate her sometimes.

But then I get over myself and love her again. Evilness and all.

"Oh, Cameron! Time to get ready for your daaaate." She wiggled her eyebrows and I smacked her arm.

"You're going on a date, kiddo? I thought you were going over to Zach's." my mom said from the kitchen. I looked at Macey. She apologized with her eyes, but I made her do the explaining.

"She is going over to Zach's, Ms. Morgan. But he asked her if she was coming, so therefore it's a date." Macey said as my way-to-pretty-for-38 mom nodded her head.

"Ah. I see. Can I help?" she asked. Oh no. Not in a million years no. Macey, please say no. Please. I silently begged her. She ignored me.

"Sure! Why don't you wash up Cam's hair with your shampoo and I'll get her outfit out! You can help with that, too. You've got really good taste." She said, gesturing to my mother's outfit. She was wearing a ruffled blouse tucked inside of a pair of dark wash jeans and suede high heeled boots. She did have good taste. For a mom, anyway.

"Okay, Macey. What time are Rebecca and Elizabeth coming over?"

"Soon." She replied, then rushed to my room with a bag of clothes I didn't know she had.

"Mom, you've known my friends since Pre-K. You can call them Mace, Bex and Liz." I told her. She rolled her eyes.

"Alright, alright! Mace, Bex and Liz. Should I call Zach Zachy?" she asked playfully. I looked at her with the Morgan glare.

"MOM! Please, don't say that in front of him! I don't need you scaring off all the boys I like!" then I covered my mouth. A grin grew across my mother's face.

"So you do like him? Hmm. Interesting. Shall we go prepare you for your date with your Zachy?" she teased. She laughed and I narrowed my eyes at her and kept walking to her bathroom.

After my annoying mother washed my hair, she blow dried it and lightly combed it out. It came out bouncy and shiny, and frizz free. Just like her's.

"You like it?" she asked as I looked at the girl in the mirror. That was not me.

"Love it. Thanks mom." I said hugging her. She smiled and led me to my room.

On my bed laid an outfit that was actually acceptable. It consisted of skinny dark wash jeans, a dark blue tank top and a flowy and comfortable shirt. With boots.

I was so taken-aback by the simple yet beautiful outfit that I didn't even notice Bex or Liz's presence.

"Cam! Your hair looks bloody amazing!" Bex squealed as I walked in. Liz laughed and nodded her head, agreeing. Macey was talking to my mom as they both kept looking at me and giggling then whispering again. I heard bits and pieces like "note" and "locker" and "Cam" and "date". Oh, and let's not forget "Zachy" which I heard out of my very own mother. To think I-

"Cam, go get dressed! It's already 6:30!" Macey exclaimed as she looked at her Tiffany watch. I rushed into my bathroom and put on the stylish outfit that I actually liked for a change. Go figure.

I changed and gawked at myself in the mirror. I didn't look too bad. The outfit made me look pretty and simple. Sure it wasn't gorgeous like Macey's outfits, but it suited me. I didn't have time to admire myself anymore, because before I knew it, I was being pushed out of the bathroom and into my mom's car. Keys were thrown and a purse was given. I was so confused until I heard a car door open, felt myself being thrown into the drivers seat, and a Bex yelling, "Text me later!"

Still slightly confused, I drove down the few blocks to Zach's house. I got out and knocked on the door. This is it. It all starts now.

"Hey, Gallagher Girl." Zach greeted as he opened the door.

"Hey Zach. So…"I said slowly. Leave it to me to make the conversation awkward.

"So, let's watch the movie! Whatcha pick?" he asked. Leave it to Zach to make the conversation normal again.

"Hmm, isn't it your turn?" I asked suspiciously. Don't trust that boy and his movies.

"I figured if I picked something you didn't like, you would just give me "the face" and I would give in like always." He shrugged as I stifled a laugh.

"Ha! It's true. You would."

"Don't I always? Now get your butt in the living room and pick a movie before I sprinkle the popcorn with seasoning!" he threatened teasingly. I ran in there. I hate the seasoning that he puts on.

I heard Zach laugh his hot laugh from the kitchen as he saw me running.

Wait, hot laugh?

Oh, gosh. This is going to be a looonnngg night.

I was snuggled up in Zach's chest, blowing into another tissue. I could practically feel Zach roll his eyes.

"What?" I protested. "It's really sad."

"Gallagher Girl, it's the third freakin' time you've seen this movie! You should be able to watch it without wallowing by now."

"Humph." Was my only reply.

When it ended, Zach sighed with relief. Then mumbled something about hating chick flicks. We made our way to his dining room and just sat down, tired and hormonal.

You'll see what I mean by "hormonal" in a minute.

"That movie was dumb. All they did was kiss!" he whined like a kid. I giggled at his immaturity. Ugh, boys. What will we do with them?

"Whatever, Zachy-poo." I teased and he growled at the nickname. Which only caused me to giggle again.

"Okay, sorry, Cammie-bear." He shot back. I glared at him. He knew very well I hated that nickname. I truly, truly did.

Then I did the thing he hated most: I clawed him. He whipped back his arm in pain and yelped.

"Cam! Ouch! That hurt like a-" I cut him off.

"Zach," I warned. He knows how I feel about cursing. Especially around me and Liz. We must try and keep that clean mind of hers innocent.

"Sorry. What do we do know?"

"We… play a game?" I suggested and Zach's eyes lit up.

"What game?" he asked with curiousity. I shrugged.

"Ida know. What do you want to play?"

As soon as I said that Zach stood up and walked over to me. He picked me up, set me on the couch(of course, I was hitting and protesting the entire time) and started to tickle me.

I died laughing as I tried to breathe. Zach scooped me up again and twirled me around. I kept laughing as he set me down, turned on his mothers classical music, and started dancing with me. We were breaking into fits of laughter as we kept gliding across the floor, acting like stuck up rich people. Soon enough, Zach and I were on the floor, rolling in laughter. We sat up and I looked into his eyes. He had stopped laughing. Correction. We BOTH stopped laughing. He was leaning in and I was doing the same, when I saw two familiar pairs of eyes watching us through the window. They were emerald green like Zach's and ocean blue like mine. Then I saw the copper curls and the raven black hair. I knew who it was.

Our mothers.