A/N: As always, many thanks to PotatoesAndDragons for helping edit. Please R & R.
In honor of 3 year old Angelo Gil, victim of a car crash that took his life on Tuesday, June 4, 2013.
Disclaimer: Ally owns it all.
Cammie POV
I hid the best I could throughout the day. Everything that happened to me today was really tiring and I just needed to cool off.
Study Hall was my last class so I decided to skip it and go to the computer lab. At first I thought there was no one inside until a small blonde quietly said "hi" behind a computer screen.
Instantly, I tensed up. When she told me she was doing research and started explaining about her paper, I realized she was harmless. We talked a bit- well at least, she did- and then she got back to her paper, which was a total relief.
So I sat down at a computer in the corner and let her do her thing. It was quiet- but not the awkward kind- so I just lay back and closed my eyes. I drowsily called out,
"Liz?" There was a shuffle of papers in the background. "I think I'm gonna take a quick nap. Could you wake me when school's over?"
"Sure." And I drifted off.
When I heard the door open I thought it was just Liz. So when I looked up, I was a little surprised to find a boy with curly brown hair and eyes that would put Zach's to shame staring back at me.
"Oh my god! Where's Liz? What time is it?" I scrambled out of my chair and nearly fell to the ground. I thought I told Liz to wake me when school was over!
"It's around 4:50..." No. No...no no no no no no no NO! I was supposed to be home by 4:30 and it takes twenty more minutes to get there! Why did I have to fall asleep?
"Uh...can't you take the public bus?" The boy looked at me, concern written across his face. I realized I said the whole thing out loud.
"No, it leaves at 5 and that's all the way across campus!" Mom's probably freaking out right now.
"Hey...Don't I know you?" Recognition flashes through his eyes. "You're Cammie right?"
Now I remember why he looks so familiar. I guess that's why I didn't tense up when I saw him.
"Josh remember?" He points at himself. I do but I don't say anything.
I met Josh when I was in 6th grade. It was a few days after Dad left for a business trip. Mom had just told me he was in a car crash. The other driver had been speeding at 90 miles. My dad had swerved to avoid hitting the other car but unfortunately, my dad's car had split in half when it rammed into a tree. They hadn't found my father's body and weren't sure if he was still alive.
I had gotten so upset, I ran out of the house, tears streaming down my face. I wasn't sure where I was going but I wanted to cry without my mom seeing me. I heard her call my name but ran faster.
I started to remember everything about my dad. He had loved the circus. He loved listening to classical music. His favorite color was saphire blue. He hated peanut butter but loved grape jelly. He liked eating turkey bacon instead of pork. He loved reading James Bond books to me at night and would always read using accents. We would share secrets and keep them from Mom.
Josh found me in an abandoned shed where- I later found out- he kept and took care of injured animals. When he saw me crying, he sat quietly next to me and waited for my waterfall of tears to slow down to small hiccups. It was pretty late then, around 7 or 8 but Josh stayed with me, offering tissues and Skittles through it all. When I was done, he asked me if I wanted to stay and watch him care for the animals. He hadn't asked if I was okay or what I was crying about.
So I merely nodded and stood by him as he fed a baby bird with a broken wing. He told me all about the bird and asked if I wanted to try. Josh was kind and didn't push me to tell him anything. He gave me space and let me stay even when I was a stranger.
I finally loosened up and told him what happened and through it all, Josh listened to my every word, a warm look in his baby blue eyes.
I would constantly go back to the shed after school and see Josh, helping him out sometimes and other times just sitting and talking. He was different from the other boys. They would have teased me for crying and would probably kick me out, but Josh did just the opposite.
In the spring of 8th grade Josh had to move away and we slowly lost contact.
I run across the room and hug Josh tightly. He immediately hugged me back. My tears wet his shirt but he didn't care. "Josh..." My voice is muffled.
I pull back and examine him. He looks exactly as I remembered him to be, just older. Not to mention he has those killer sapphire eyes now. Josh beams at me.
Josh and Cam don't get together. Or do they...? This chapter was a little background info for you ^w^ Please review!