"Is this all you'll be needing today?" The scrawny teenage boy asked while attempting to lift the box of the desk that Zach and I both like.

"No," Zach answered. "We actually need a lot-do you want me to get that?"

The boy-who couldn't have been older than seventeen - looked up from his crouched position sheepishly.

"If you wouldn't mind." He stood up.

Zach nodded and bent down, easily picking up the heavy box. He slid it onto our large, rolling cart.

"So what else did you guys need?" the teenager asked. His face was covered in old acne scars and his pointy nose seamed to jet out more than it should.

"Like-" I thought for a minute and Zach slid another desk on the cart, "Everything."

"So if we go down this aisle there are some bedroom sets," he started, leading us down a large, wide aisle that had a fake bedroom set up.

We browsed down the aisle for a good ten minutes when we stopped at one. The head board has a cream shade of wood placed very elegantly around the champagne colored quilted fabric in the middle. The head board had a lot of humps and limbs, making it look every old fashioned and antique. There was a matching two night side table and two dressers, all resembling the head bored.

"Do you like this one, babe?" I pointed to the set.

Zach shrugged. "It looks a little girly."

I looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please?"

He sighed. "Fine! But, you're buying me a football." A second later he mumbled, "Or porn."

I slapped him in the arm and the teenager chuckled, lifting on the night side tables on the cart. Zach helped him.

After that we picked out a dining room table with 6 chairs, figuring that at some point we would have guests over. We browsed searching for odds and ends that on one really needs but everyone loves. We picked up several lamps and a coffee maker because that is a necessity in my eyes.

My phone rang from my bag, and I checked the caller ID after pulling it out.

Liz.

I looked back up at Zach and the teenager. "I need to take this," I called out, walking away a bit. Before I was out the door, I turned back. "Don't buy anything stupid."

He laughed. "I can't promise you anything."

"Hey!" I answered, when I was out of ear shot.

"Hi!" she chirped back, though she sounded out of breath.

"Liz? Is everything okay?"

"Oh yeah, I just chased Ellie around the house for the phone." I could practically hear her smile on the other end.

"Is she still thinking of going to Gallagher?"

Liz sighed. "Yeah. She's going for a tour in a week."

"I think you should support her- it would be easier having someone in your family knowing about that kind of stuff."

She took a breath. "I guess you're right."

"So did you find anything out?"

"Yeah, it was a lot harder than I thought," she said. I heard papers rustling. "Okay, Ophelia and Ralph Cameron. They were married April 9 of 1969, forced into marriage by parents. Ophelia was 19 when married, Ralph was 27. Had Rachel in 1970, and Abby in 1981. They live in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania," she read.

"Okay, what else you got?"

"They disowned Rachel in 1985 and Abby in 2012," she continued. "So it sounds like they lost contact when they got married."

"Their divorce was filed in 1999, both currently living in Pittsburg," she finished.

"Contact information?"

"I have an email for Ophelia, and a landline that was issued in 2010 but hasn't been used since January," she sighed. "Other than that, their completely off the map."

"Okay, just email me everything," I said. "Thanks, Lizzie."

"Not a problem," she laughed. "It's my job."

We chatted for a few more minutes. I told her about the house and she told me about a software system.

Suddenly she gasped. "Did you hear about Macey?"

"No? What?" I asked worriedly. Tons of things could have gone wrong.

"She saw Preston the other day and he was with another girl," she said. Macey and Preston have a very on-again-off-again relationship. They love each other- no doubt about that. Preston confessed his love for her in Venice three weeks ago. Macey, being Macey, stormed out. She was scared. Of commitment. Of love.

"Oh my god," I breathed. "Is she okay?"

"I don't know, she won't answer my calls. But, she's in D.C. So maybe you'll run into her."

"Yeah, true."

"It's been great catching up Cam, but I have to go eat dinner," Liz said.

"Yeah," I nodded, "Go have fun, I'll see you soon."

We hung up and I retreated back to the store.

I found Zach and the teenager in one of the random aisles, studying microwaves.

They were staring at them. Zach's arms were crossed, shoulders were squared, brows were furrowed, and feet spread apart. He looked pretty intimidating.

"What are you doing?" I laughed.

"Looking at the microwaves," the teenager answered.

"Why?"

"Have you ever picked out a microwave? It's like taking your SATS!" the teenager gaped. "You have to pick the right one because you are going to use it so much."

Zach laughed, "Yeah especially with Cam's cooking."

I slapped him. "Just get that one." I pointed to a stainless steel one.

"But-but-" Zach stuttered, "What if it's a bad one?"

"How can you screw up a microwave?" I questioned. "Just get it."

Zach sighed and put it in the cart.

"Was that Liz?" Zach asked as we were waiting in line to check out.

I nodded.

"And?"

"They live in Pittsburg, divorced, little to no contact that is on the map," I sighed. "I have Liz sending me everything."

"That's good. Are you okay?" He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, resting his head on the top of mine.

"I just don't understand. How could you stop talking to your own children just because th-they fell in love?"

I could feel Zach nodding. "Sometimes people do things because they feel it protects the ones they love."

"I can understand that- but they just stopped talking after that," I whimpered.

"Cams, they were hurt and upset." He kissed the top of my head.

We went to Target after that, and literately bought the whole store. We bought dishes, pots, and pans. Then, we got pillows and blankets, office storage stuff, and then headed towards the food. Zach and I walked down the aisle of the grocery part of the store, putting whatever we wanted in the cart.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asked.

I shrugged and looked down the other aisle. He pulled a box of pasta off of the shelf.

We went home and I made dinner while Zach put furniture together.

"God Dammit!" I heard Zach call. "You son of bitch! Go in there!"

"Babe?" I called. "Is everything okay?"

"Oh, just peachy," he called back.

I walked out of the kitchen and into our office were Zach was setting up the desks. One was already made up. I looked down and saw several pieces scattered about the floor. Zach was kneeling on the floor, trying to make two pieces that didn't fit together, well, fit together.

"You okay?" I asked.

He sighed, "This damn piece won't fit were its supposed to go."

"Are you sure it's supposed to go there?"

"Yes, Cam. I'm a highly trained operative- I think I know how to put a desk together." I could just tell he was rolling his eyes.

"Well, did you read the directions?" I smirked, already knowing that he didn't.

"Yes."

I bent down and picked up the papers that were still in there protective plastic packaging.

"Really?" I questioned.

"Yes, babe," he sighed, trying to shove the same wrong pieces into their wrong places.

I dropped the packet down on him.

"Read it again."

He sighed, looking up at me and smiling.

"And that piece," I pointed to the one in his left hand, "goes in that one," I pointed to that was on the floor.

He looked confused, then when it fit together, I walked out the door.

"How'd you do that?" He called.

I turned back and gave a little wink.

"Dinners ready!" I shouted five minutes later, getting the plates out of the cabinet I placed them in when we got home.

He walked in the kitchen and took the plate I handed him. We both got pasta and looked around the house, then looked back at each other.

"Where do we eat?"

I looked at a vacant spot, where our dining room table was supposed to be.

We ended up eating on the floor, at was kind of hilarious.

In the middle of the meal, Zach stopped. "Do you know what we didn't get?"

"A couch?" I laughed.

"A bed," he snorted.

"Oh my god! We really didn't plan this out."

"We got 4 lamps but not a bed!" he laughed.

I sighed. "Oh well."

"We'll just get it tomorrow."

I stood up and took his plate. "I got dishes, you go read the instructions."

He chuckled a went into the office.

After I was done with the dishes I went to check on Zach, who was just about to finish the second desk.

"How's everything going?" I yawned.

He looked up and smiled. "Gallagher Girl, why don't you go to bed?"

"We don't have a bed," I teased.

"Then go to sleep," he corrected. "I'm going to finish this and then the dining room."

I nodded and yawned again.

"Goodnight Gallagher Girl." He hugged me and kissed the top of the head, "I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered.

It was the best day to add into the collection of best days.

What did you guys think? Kind of filler chapter, more exciting ones coming next!

What did you think of the Zammie?

I kind of think this story sucks so far.