A few days passed with a bunch of identity switches too. The longest we could stick with one was for two days maximum. The same went with license plates on the cars. If someone had seen one that we had driven in we were screwed. So we couldn't risk it.

We sat in the car without talking. The radio was on and some country station was on. Some woman was singing like a cow and I couldn't believe my ears weren't dead already from this screeching.

"Zach?" I yelled over the music.

He stayed focused on the road. "Yeah?"

"Can I change the station? This one sounds like crap."

He laughed. "Go ahead. I thought you were listening to it."

"Seriously? I was patient this long because I thought you were." I said.

He motioned for me to change it. "Change it. Turn it off for all I care, I'll survive without music."

"You are one sad person." I commented, switching the channels. One had Gabriella Cilmi, the other had Carrie Underwood, the next had Taylor Swift. "Come on!" I exclaimed, earning a look from Zach. "They're all country music!"

"I'm pretty sure we're in Tennessee right now, so maybe that's why." He said.

"That doesn't explain anything. Anywhere where there's radio there will be different types of music." I settled on a radio station that was having an hour of Shania Twain.

Zach gave me a sidelong look. "You like Shania Twain?"

"Yeah. Don't you?" I asked.

He scrunched up his face. "Not really."

I raised my eyebrows. Plural, seeing as I couldn't raise one. "Seriously? You should love her with all your heart and soul, not be able to live without her."

He laughed. "Sure, sure. Besides," He looked at me. "That spot is taken by someone else. A someone else that's sitting right beside me, in fact."

I felt myself blush hard, not really knowing what to say to that.

All of a sudden he was singing. Singing along to Shania Twain's song Party For Two. I felt my face morph into one of complete shock. He sang out Mark McGrath's part, also doing a squeaky impersonation of Shania Twain. So, well, being the kind person I am, I decided to help.

Both: I'm having a party

A party for two

Invitin' nobody

Nobody but you

Me: You'll be sexy in your socks

Zach: We could polish the floors

Me: In case that anybody knocks

Zach: Let's lock all the doors

Me: Yeah, all the things I'm gonna do

Zach: I'm gonna do with you

Me: I wanna try somethin' new

Zach: I wanna try that, too

We eventually got through the whole song, me cracking up at the end, not believing that he'd actually sung. I think it was the first time I'd heard him sing in front of me.

He was smiling and I was glad. It was nice to see him smile carelessly.

I reached down to the bag at my feet and took out my sunglasses, noticing I had a scratch on my leg. I made a disapproving sound at it.

In my ear I started to hear a buzzing sound. I looked around me and saw a wasp buzzing around me. I started shrieking, scaring the crap out of Zach who stopped the car super fast. Before it could, I shoved open the door and ran out into the middle of nowhere. I waved my hands around me making the girliest squeals possible. "Ew! Ew! Ew!" Finally, I decided to be brave and see if it was still there. I sighed with relief and relaxed.

Zach came up to me. "What was all that for?"

I realized how girly that really was and my whole face heated up from embarrassment. I turned and laughed, walking away slowly, unable to see his reaction. "There was, um, there, was a wasp."

"A wasp?" I could tell he was holding back laughter. "You're kidding me right? You're a spy who's seen so much, and can't take a wasp?"

"Hey." I snapped, pointing my finger at him. "It was big and scary."

He was still laughing so I stomped away from him and the car.

"Cammie." I heard him call. He jogged to catch up to me. "Cammie, come on. I didn't mean it, okay? I'm sorry."

I felt hot tears stream down my face and I angrily brushed them away. Why was I crying? He noticed them and thought it was because of him.

"Oh, Cam, I shouldn't have laughed. Really, I apologize." He was going to keep going on and on but I cut him short.

"No it's not you. It's all this." I gestured all around us. At the sandy, orange ground with life hardly in sight. "I just, can't take all of this. I saw my mom get shot, my home get bombed, and now this? I don't want to run away."

He reached for my arm to comfort me but I, out of shame, turned away, brushing my hand over my runny nose. My hand came back covered in crimson blood. I frowned. "Zach? Can I have the first aid kit?"

"Yeah, what for?" He asked already walking to the car.

I covered my nose, following him. "I have a nose bleed."

He glanced back at me and said something but I didn't hear it. I couldn't. This ringing sound filled my ears and my vision went blurry. Everything I looked at slanted and then the ground rushed up to meet me as I blacked out.

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