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"Zach!" Cammie shouted again, but he didn't answer, again. Instead he took hold of her hastily and pulling her with him jumped off the motorcyle, onto the side of the road.

The garbage truck once head towards them, was now heading for Zach's bike. When sped past, it practically crushed it, the bike that is, as it looked like it had obviously had better days.

Zach walked over to his practically demolished motorcycle now lying at the edge of the road from the impact force of the garbage truck basically driving through it. He picked it up, by the luckily still there handles and pushed it with great exertion.
"What were you thinking? What happened?" Cammie finally blurted out, sounding harsher than she was aiming for.
"I just had a lot on my mind"
"We could have been killed" She snapped.
"I'm sorry." He apologised.
"Sorry? Your saying your sorry for almost killing us because you had a lot on your mind? No. Sorry is something you say if you accidently push someone and they fall over. You know Zach at times I have a lot on my mind, but I don't let it almost kill me and the person I'm with" She said.
"Well what am I supposed to say?! Cammie you don't understand. You never will..." He snapped, trailing off, his voice getting quieter.
"I don't understand? You couldn't have been through as much as I have. I thought you understood" She sighed.
"You always seem to think everythings all about you. Noone else can possibly have any issues of their own. I understand what your going through with your mom, with the loss of your brother. But, I do have problems of my own to deal with, Cammie"
"Just forget it though, probably doesn't matter" He shrugged it off, pushing his motorcyle forward, and walking away with it, leaving Cammie stunned, standing there immobile. Motionless. Watching Zach leave.

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Since their fight, Cammie felt a little stray. She couldn't put her finger on it, why though? She had Macey, her best friend in the whole wide world, she was never going to leave. Yet it was Zach that now made her lost, missing from everything else. Even her mind.

It was only very recently that she accknowledged how much in common her and Zach had. He was going on with similar situations, yet he was right, she was just going on about herself. Only focusing on the past.

Cammie walked home that day, thinking of a way to work things out with Zach. But how? He probably hates her now, and will never want to talk to her again. Maybe never was a little harsh. Just a very long time.

She was actually not knowingly headed towards Zach's house currently, and he would probably be there. Since he lived close to her. Unfortunately, yet fortunately, Zach was there at his house when Cammie was walking past. On his lawn actually.

Cammie stopped still directly infront of where he was sat on his lawn, hopeful that he might notice her, though having headphones in his ears. He did. He removed the headphones, looking into her eyes, even from a distance successfully. "Hi." She said awkwardly, fixing the bag handle more securely on her shoulder.

"Hi." He replied. "Need something?"
"Uh, yeah." She nodded. "I wanted to talk to you."
"About?"
"Well I wanted to apologise"
"You don't have to-" He reassured her, but Cammie cut him off quickly.
"I do. You were right, infact you made me realise, that I need to get out of the past, and I need to stop focusing on it so much." She nodded, "Thank you."
"Um, your welcome"
"I'm sorry, that I didn't accknowledge, that you had similarly as bad problems as I do, I could have helped."
"It's okay." He smiled.
Then there was a silence. It didn't last long, and it wasn't actually awkward, but it was interupted fairly easily.
"Um, hows Craig?" Cammie asked.
"Hes okay." Zach nodded, "Hes doing better. My dad uh, moved out."
"What? When?"
"Yesterday actually."
"What happened?"
"Craig and him had another of their many fights. But this one was a lot worse, and different. Craig told my dad that he isn't really worthy enough to be my dad, to look after me. And my dad, without even saying goodbye, randomly giving up now, packed his bags and left." Zach explained.
"Thats great." Cammie smiled, now next to him on the lawn.
"Yeah it is." Zach nodded. Then they were interupted, because Craig opened the front door, to call Zach inside for food.

"Zach- Well whos this then?" Craig said rather cheerfully, opening the door more widely, and leaning against the door frame.
"Craig, Cammie. Cammie Craig." Zach introduced them both.
"Ah, so this is the infamous Cammie Morgan" Craig smirked. So this runs in the family right?
"I don't know about the infamous part. But yes, I'm Cammie" She nodded smiling.
"Well Cammie, would you like to join us?"
"Sure." She smiled, and she glanced at Zach next to her, then Craig again and they all went inside.

"So Zach use to have an imaginary friend named, Travis?" Cammie asked, as if it weren't true. "That is too cute." She smiled at Zach, who had his head down in embarassment.
"Seriously Craig, out of all your memories of my childhood, you had to share that?" Zach exclaimed, annoyed. "Really?"
Craig just chuckled.

When they were all finished their food, Zach walked Cammie out whilst, Craig cleared up.
"It was nice, having you for dinner." Zach grinned.
"Well, Thanks for having me over"
"Um, there was something I wanted to tell you." Zach explained.
"Go for it." Cammie nodded. Then Zach gently placed a hand on Cammie's forearm, leaned in and crushed in lips down on hers.

When he pulled back, he said quietly to her, "I love you, Cammie"

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Macey was starting to worry. It felt as if Cammie was ignoring her or something, and that wasn't something they generally did. Did something go down at home? Or even Zach? She'd been with him a lot recently, something must have happened between them.

Macey texted Cammie for the third time in the last fifteen minutes hoping for a reply,

Hey, haven't heard from u in a while,
ur phone must be off or something.
Txt me back when u get this
~M xx

The wait is over.