Dis - yeah we get the point. I don't own this or the songs or the laundry detergents used in this story.
Oh. My. Gosh. Swamped doesn't even begin to explain how much work I had this week. Helplessly drowning in the middle of a tsunami describes it a bit better. I am beyond tired, its 4:13 am and I finally finished writing this. Finally I can go sleep now AND IT'S FRIDAY (well saturday) now I can finally get more than 5 hours of sleep :D
This chapter most probably has like 921732472984727492799429342 billion trillon mistakes so sorry in advance.
Go forth and prosper .. or something like that.
Things in my life that I like:
1. Chinese Food from the store on the left side of 25th street, not the right.
2. The look on Zach's face when I make his listen to Justin Bieber.
3. The look in Bex's face when I make her listen to Justin Bieber.
4. Listening to Justin Bieber.
Which basically lead to.
"And I was like baby baby baby ohh! Baby baby baby noo! Like baby baby baby ohh! Thought you'd always be mine, mineee!"
For some very strange reason unbeknown to me, while you're in the shower you get the extremely irritating urge to sing. And I don't mean your average humming of lyrics no I mean the loud, off key, tone deaf, dog-whining notes resembling a squawking chicken being run over by a tractor singing. Especially when you reach the last note of the song, it's like you suddenly realized you've wanted to become an opera singer for your whole life and no one will get in your way.
Well except for people standing outside the bathroom door screaming at you to stop.
"If you don't stop singing Beiber I will personally, with great pleasure, destroy your My World 2.0 Cd Cameron!"
I gasped looking at the white tiles in horrific shock.
As if it's going to come to life and sympathize with you Cameron.
"Touch it and your dead Goode!" I shouted pouring some shampoo into my hands and running it through the unruly mess of hair residing on top of my head.
"Stop singing the Bieb and all will be fine."
"Never," I cried indignantly furiously working my second set of shampoo through my tangled hair. Lather, Rinse, Repeat. There's a reason it's on the box and it's not so you can stare at the pretty flowers on the label and admire the colour of the bottle. Or stare at the ingredients while conditioning
"This is my groove place okay Zachary. I will sing if I want to sing 'ite bitch."
"Cameron Ann Mo -" he started but was cut off by my very loud, very obnoxious, very out of timing reenactment of One Time.
"Me plus you imma tell you one time la la la la la can't hear you! One time, that I love yoouu!"
I distinctly heard Zach saying "Kill me now" but then again, my singing is obnoxiously loud and it may have been my imagination. But then again it may just be him. Or my imagination. Or him.
Where's my conditioner though?
"You shall die a long, painful, torturous death Cameron Morgan."
I laughed because even though it was always a possibility that was how I would go thanks to my job, the actual reason why they were uttered was much more amusing.
"Don't hate on the Bieb, or the Bieb will get you back," I replied evenly re-wrapping my hair in my blue fuzzy towel. So I have a very strange affiliation with Justin Beiber that no one understands. Can't say I blame them I don't understand it either. I just find his music adorable so I don't appreciate when people hate on the poor kid. He is just a kid after all.
And plus he's the perfect torture device when it comes to getting what I want. Just play the song and all bow down to my will, begging me to stop the madness. If I was born a few centuries earlier, I'm positive I would've been an evil dictator who wages war on everything and hangs anyone who gets in their way.
But that' s a bit cruel so I think I'd just be the queen. Sit around, look pretty, pass judgement on who to kill and who not to. Fun fun fun. Questioning my sanity once again. I think I need to go do some tests. I'll take Bex with me just in case. She got her Certificate of Insanity a few days ago so she knows the drills.
"Okay Cammie whatever you say," Zach mumbled turning his back to me to wash the dishes. Grabbing the cloth sitting on the counter we worked in a peaceful harmony of washing and drying. We just leave the putting away for the late future. Or never. The latter is usually the common choice.
"There's gonna be one less lon-" "Shut up."
I glowered at the back of his pretty head hoping daggers would magically appear in it. "Maybe if you glare hard enough those daggers might actually appear," Zach said without even glancing at me. Obviously he is one of those people who 'feel' eyes watching them.
Weirdo.
"This is a free world. If I want to sing Justin Beiber then I can," I sniffed dramatically sticking my nose into the air. Bex would be so proud of my theatrics.
"While I'm in this house you can't. And if you do be prepared to face the consequences," he said stepping next to me. Oh, how lovely, we're doing the Kitchen-Tango.
Again.
"Oh I'm so scared," I rolled my eyes at him throwing my dish rag somewhere and leaning back on the counter crossing my arms. "What are you gonna do huh? Eat me?"
"Depends," he started looking down at me with a wry smile. "Do you taste good?"
"Delicious," I whispered in a faux-seductive tone complete with unattractive eyelash fluttering and gag-inducing giggles. The last three days after The Incident, as I've taken to calling to it, were completely packed with work and trying to get Bex to talk to Grant. Needless to say Zach and I never had out supposed to be 'talk' and we've come to terms with The Incident and we pretend it never happened.
To bad it did.
The corners of Zach's lips turned up just the slightest. "Well in that case then..."
"Don't even think it mister," I retorted holding the universal sign of 'hold your horses' up at him. "Bite me and you'll lose all your teeth." The threats just seem to be coming in barrels today. Might as well make the most of it and blame it on PMS later on.
Zach half-smirked, half-smiled at me. "My bad I know you have sensitive skin and all." I pouted at him, my eyebrows lowering on their own accord. "That's not nice Zach, it's not my fault I was born with sensitive skin and I'm deathly allergic to Poison Ivy. God, you're so insensitive to my feelings all the time. I hate you," I cried pushing him away from me and running towards my bedroom.
"You're a horrible actor Cammie. And you can't blame everything on fake PMS," he stated smugly from his position in the kitchen. He had taken over my pose, leaning against the sink with his arms folded over his very fuc ... ahem, I mean well-defined, chest.
I stopped in my tracks turning around with my head downcast in defeat. "I hate how well you know me," I pouted. It honestly wasn't fair. He knew all my tricks, plans, evil ways, basically it's like he knows everything that I'm thinking. Note to self, ask Liz about her theory of mind reading.
"That's not my problem now is it," he smirked as the phone began to ring. I gave him the stink-eye for the whole five seconds it took for me to reach the phone. "Hello?" I answered cheerily while still sending Zach optical shooting knives embedded with lazer beams. If only it would actually hurt him.
"The mission is in action, I repeat the mission is in action. This is not a drill, report to headquarters at 1200 hours," a monotone voice replied from the speaker.
"Har Har you're so funny Macey," I deadpanned. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Zach scrunch up his face as I uttered 'she-who-shall-not-be-named's' name. In any other alternative universe, they would make the perfect hate-hate-but-still-love-each-other couple. But this is not an alternative universe, Zach and Macey do not like each other and if they did I would have to kill one of them.
Macey preferably because she's the female and feminine instincts will make you kill any other female trying to walk on your territory. Embracing my inner animal okay, don't discriminate.
"You ruin my fun Cameron," she said snootily, punctuating her sentence with an unnecessary sigh. "But seriously get here at twelve, we have important business to attend to. And bring along Lord Douchebag. Unfortunately his pea brained intellect is needed for this task."
Can't you just feel the love between them.
No?
Meh, I didn't either. Oh well more love for me.
Insert dopey smiley face here.
"He's not a douche," I defended.
"Yeah, and I shop at Walmart," she laughed as if I had just uttered the most hilarious joke in the entire world. And let me tell you I'm no comedian. "Be there at twelve," Mace said seriously before breaking out into another fit of giggles. Then she hanged up. She doesn't believe in tell people goodbye if you haven't noticed.
I placed the phone back on the hook, turning to tell Zach the great news. Needless to say he wasn't a very happy camper.
"Remind me again why you're dragging me to hell?" Zach questioned as we entered the elevators of Macey's apartment building. I rolled my eyes at him and pressed the button for the twenty-eighth floor. She lives in a penthouse, attack her with pitchforks and sticks of fire.
"If I was dragging you to hell we'd be shoe shopping and looking for a new dress," I stated leaning back on the rail. Zach eyes widened comically and his frame visibly shuddered. He can't handle shopping with a woman on the search for the perfect pair of shoes. Pansy ass.
"Never again," he said referring to the time I just happened to drag him to the mall when I needed a new pair of heels. I don't know what his problem was, it was only five hours which was measly compared to the records Macey McHenry holds.
"I know Zach. You're traumatized now and avoid malls completely at any chance you get, it's why I shop online now," I smiled patting his back comfortingly. "That's even worse," he deadpanned staring at me with blank eyes.
"How is that worse? Please enlighten me Mr. Goode." Crossing my legs at the ankles I took a peak at the floor indicator. How long does it take to get to the top dammit, a week?
"I'm forced to shop with you still it's just in my own house now. My sanctuary away from shopping is now filled with evil."
"You know technically it's my apartment. You just help pay rent."
"Sharing is caring you know."
"Sorry I don't watch Barney anymore."
The elevator dinged as the door opened to the hallway. "Ladies first," I smiled, gesturing for him to go forward.
"You know you just basically called yourself a man right?"
"Shit can you just get out the elevator Zacharina."
Cringe, cringe, cringe. That was a horrible comeback where's Sarcastic Cammie gone? She was the most fun out of all the others.
"That was a horrible comeback."
"Shut. Up."
We walked in silence towards the end of the hallway where Macey's suit was situated. Her apartment building always made me feel so cheap. Intricate crown moldings lined the ceilings topped off with gold walls and rich dark patterned carpet.
I felt a hobo walking into one of those fancy dancy resturatns that call water Voss.
Stupid restaurants with their stupid expensive prices.
I can't even afford the free stuff.
Sarcasm how I've missed you.
I knocked on the door and almost immediately it was opened revealing the ever-perfect looking Macey. Her pin straight hair hung loosely down over shoulders while she wore a tank top and over baggy pants.
And she still looks prettier than me.
Dammit.
I hate her.
Maybe she should walk around with a portable tissues dispenser so when any females come in contact with her and begin to cry due to her beauty, she can just hand out tissues to the world.
"Hey Cam, come on in," she said opening the door further so Zach and I could pass through.
"What am I? Cottage cheese? Hello Macey," Zach called, glaring at the back of her head as she turned to close back the door.
"Yeah yeah, greetings Sir Douche-a-lot," Macey replied quaterheartedly, waving a hand in his direction. Halfheartedly would mean she'd have to at least partially mean it. Which she didn't.
Rolling his eyes he went over to hug Liz and give Jonas a 'man-hug'. I don't see why they don't just hug like normal people, no one's gonna bite them or anything. Such little sissies.
I pinched Macey's side giving her a stern look. "Be nice."
She scoffed at me, flicking my ear as she passed by. "Nice is my middle name Cam," she replied as her blue eyes widened innocently. "No the devil incarnate is ," I said smiling at her.
"Couch. Ass. Sit. Now."
I grumbled incoherent things under my breath as I walked past her towards the living room. "Hey Lizzie," I said bending down to wrap her in a hug. "Cammie," she squealed then proceeded to crush the living daylights out of me. I think she broke my liver. And intestines. And ribs. I think she broke a lot of stuff.
"God Jo, I'd hate to be you when you have sex with her," I grumbled holding my sides as I walked over to the couch. "Hey I'm not complaining," he responded with a lazy grin as he rested his hands behind his head, causing Liz's face to burst into flames. "Jonas!" she cried slapping his on shoulder.
Liz may be small but the girl can pack a mean punch. And her sting is definitely worse than her buzz which was most probably the reason why Jonas grabbed his shoulder and ow-ed. Deja-vu much?
I believe I've seen this in every encounter between Bex and Grant since the beginning of time. Even before they were born, I'm sure she was still abusing him in some way while they were both little sperms.
"Okay shut up everyone. Here's the thing. We've tried countless times to get Grant and Bex together in the past right?" she started and we all nodded our heads in agreement. "Well I've had my last straw with these two. So we're going to make those two bitches put aside they're differences and fucking admit their feelings. To each other. Or so help me I will shoot someone."
The day after Bex's little break down, Macey demanded that we tell her what the hell was going on. True to her word, Bex explained what happened - but with less detail. And because we'd all be horrible people if we left Liz out, we clued in her on the situation also.
The Friday morning after The Incident as we refer to it now, Macey, Liz and I all ganged up on Grant. Well I ganged up on Grant, Macey ensured that I didn't kill him and Liz patrolled the door making sure no innocent bystanders had to see my interrogation.
Of course I finally got the idea through Grant's thicker than the thickest thick skull that Bex was hurting more than she led on, he was trying hard to get back into her good graces. But he obviously wasn't trying hard enough. Then again, Bex is a very hard individual to please and if there was any one person in the world who actually might be able to pull it off, it was Grant.
But as I've said time and time before, Grant and Bex are two stubborn people and neither will ever admit they like each other first unless they get a good shove in their asses to get things in motion. So Bex at the moment, it ignoring Grant at all costs and Grant is desperately trying to get her to forgive him.
Oh Grant, trying to walk on water would be a much easier task than that.
"So who's with me?" she smiled.
All four of us raised our hands. Macey's smile turned into a mischievous smirk. "Good. Now here's the plan..."
"I knew that all along this was out of my control, so I fell into your hands and I don't know where we'll land, I'm just going with the flow," I sang quietly along with my radio as I put away my laundry smelling April Fresh.
Gotta love Downy.
"Givin' me love, love love, more than I ever need," I continued as I finished up with my underwear. I danced back towards the bed to grab another pile of clothes as the sunlight streamed through the windows. Opening the drawer, I started to place all my t-shirts inside, oblivious to the world around me.
"Nice singing," a deep voice said from behind startling me. "Don't scare me like that," I shouted placing a hand to my chest as I took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. Zach chuckled walking into my room. I gave him a stern look and slapped his shoulder as he stopped in front of me.
"Aren't you a spy? I thought you were supposed to always be alert," he stated his lips raising into a small smirk. I raised an eyebrow at him as I grabbed another pile of clothes, knocking his shoulder just a tad bit harder than necessary.
That's right bitch you grab your shoulder and wince. Don't mess with the C-Dog.
Um ... Crazy Hotel? Reservation for one please.
"Okay okay, I surrender. Please no more abuse for the day," he said rolling his shoulder again. "Be a good boy and we'll see," I chirped sending a wink his way. "That's easy. I'm an angel after all can't you see my halo?" he asked rhetorically making a circular motion above his head.
"Yup. It's right there being held up by you horns," I laughed.
"So funny. Here this got mixed in with mine," Zach said handing over a grey over-sized sweatshirt. I took a sniff of it only to have to narrow my eyes at him. "Mango Tango?"
Zach gave me a What the fuck? look as if I'd just asked him if he washed it in rat poison. "You have a problem with Gain Morgan?"
"It's not Downy," I replied darkly. "But it'll do," I smiled doing a complete one-eighty.
Zach flopped down on my bed taking up the messy mountain of clothes and neatly folding them. "Anyone every tell you you're crazy Cam?" he asked with a bright smile. I think I just melted a little.
More like a lot.
Oh no, look, I've evaporated.
"All the time," I shook my head a little bit as we shared a smile.
When we finished working as a team to put away all my clothes I flopped down next to him onto my comfy bed. I turned my head to his side only to find him looking intently at me. "Hi," I whispered shyly. Zach let out a quiet chuckle, his forest green eyes twinkling as a slight shadow formed over the room as the skies outside burst into a spectrum of colours.
"Hi," he whispered back smiling. I rose my hair to tuck a stray hair behind my ear but Zach caught my hand and put it behind himself. His hand cupped my face gently, his thumb moving over my cheek just the slightest bit.
I felt a small burn in my cheeks as I bit my lower lip looking into his eyes. The knots in my stomach slowly loosened themselves as the seconds ticked on and I got more and more lost in his hypnotizing eyes.
Wrapped up in the haze that was Zachary Goode, all rational thought started to leave my brain. My hand took it's time making its way towards Zach's before slowly intertwining my fingers with his.
"What are we doing Zach?" I sighed as our fingers continued to play with each other. His eyes burned holes into mine, sending thrills throughout my body. "I have no idea anymore Cam," he replied, slipping his hands out from our grasp to wonder around my back and pull me closer towards his.. His fingers relentlessly teased me, sliding just the tips under the hem of my shirt but not moving any further.
I let out a sigh, playing with the ring hanging on his chest. The words Serenity, Courage, Wisdom had been engraved on the inside of the silver ring. I'd always remember the time I asked him about it and he told the story behind the reason he wears it.
How it was his father's own before and he gave it to Zach right before he went MIA. It was ironic, how the words made up a prayer even though everything we've ever done in our lives wasn't in any way moral.
And my heart went out for him every time I'd see him playing with it because I knew he'd been thinking about his parents. It was one of those habits that he never even realized he did, but I saw it. Every time, and each time I'd simply sit next to him in silence. We wouldn't need to talk or touch. Just having the other person's presence was enough for the both of us.
The two of us lay there as the night approached, the silver rays filling the space were the only sources of light. Slowly, but ever so surely, Zach's hands traveled from my back to my head where he held it lightly bringing me closer towards him. My hands slithered their way up into his dark locks of his gripping them with the slightest touch.
Letting out a sigh, my face inched closer to his, our lips barely brushing past each other once, twice and the third time they came together in a blissful meeting. My brain was long gone as well as all my other senses. The only thing that I could make sense of was the feeling of Zach's lips on mine, as they moved together with deep kisses in a slow, sensual dance.
This time I didn't freak out or try to pull away, if anything all I wanted was to pull him closer, as close as possible and then some more. This time when we kissed it was different, because in the back of my mind and the front of my heart, I knew that I had feelings for Zach that went beyond the realm of friendship. And that was perfectly fine with me because I've come to learn that everything happens for a reason. So until I found out that reason, I would be here. Reveling in this moment with him because it was where I felt I belonged. In his arms.
You're love's a permanent distraction, a perfect interaction
A feeling so extreme, I lost my appetite to eat,
And I barely get to sleep, cause you're even in my dreams
And I thought that I was strong, but I knew that all along,
This was out of my control, so I fell into your hands,
And I don't know where we'll land, I'm just going with the flow