I flopped over in my bed, feeling a headache crawl in from last night's drama. My eyes wandered over to the alarm clock and I saw it was almost noon. I groaned, I really didn't want to go anywhere today, but at the same time I didn't want to stay at home. So I crept out of my bed, got ready quickly and left the house before my brother came back from wherever he was. I wandered aimlessly, watching couples whisper sweet nothings to eachother and families fight. For some reason I couldn't tell which was more depressing.

The sun was shining bright and I wished it would go hide behind a cloud. Which come to think of it, there were no clouds in the sky. It was just perfect baby blue, couldn't have been any worse.

What seemed like 5 minutes later was 25 minutes later that I was standing in front of a Zach's building. I didn't know why I had come here but I guess I needed to be around someone for comfort.

I went up to his floor and knocked 3 times. Grant opened the door and his eyes widened when he saw me. I guess he hadn't expected to see me after last night or since the day he'd splashed water all over me. He recovered quickly though and said to me in a hushed voice. "Hey, come on in. Just be as quiet as possible, 'kay?"

I frowned but nodded. I carefully walked behind him making as little noise as possible with my heels. It wouldn't have mattered though because music was blaring from one of the rooms. I realized it was from the bedroom where Jonas was holding a camera up but hiding behind the wall. Can't Be Tamed by Miley Cyrus was playing and Jonas gestured to the screen. I could see Zach, dancing wildly to the song holding a shoe.

I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing. I could tell the other two were also resisting the urge to laugh. Grant was the one to give in first when Zach hopped onto the bed, wrapping the window curtains around his neck. Then getting tangled into it and falling off. Grant started laughing, at first trying to stop it but then realized it was too late; that Zach had heard. I started giggling as well and Jonas stopped filming.

The music was turned off and we showed ourselves. When Zach saw me he reddened, "Oh man," Was all he said.

I laughed again. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

He scratched his head. "Grant, you ass!"

"Don't blame me, dude! It was all Jonas' idea!" He protested.

Zach noticed the video camera. "Oh shit. You filmed it!"

I nodded, holding back peals of laughter, unsuccessfully. "I thought you were a singer, Zach. What on Earth was that?"

He smirked at me. "I have a soft spot for Miley." He took in my expression and cracked up. "I'm kidding! But your face! That was priceless!"

I scowled at him, but still smiling.

"You don't like Miley?" He said. "I thought all chicks loved her from Hannah Montana."

"Yeah, when we were twelve." I retorted.

"Twenty, twelve, same difference." He shrugged.

"There is a huge difference between being twelve and twenty,"

"Hey, you, what's-her-face, want some chips?" Grant called from another room, the kitchen I guess. I should've been offended that he didn't know my name but I didn't mind much. "We didn't know it was your birthday yesterday, it's the least we can do."

I frowned. Chips? As a birthday present?

Zach noticed my frown. "Uh, Grant? You're kidding right?" Silence. "Sorry," He addressed me. "He may have lost a few too many brain cells these past few years."

"It's fine," I waved it off. "I don't need a birthday present anyway. I just want to move past it."

"Well…" Zach turned from me and started going through his drawers. "Shit, where is it." He muttered. "Aha, here we are." He stood up and handed me a small bag. "I decided to get you a present anyway. It's not much, but, you know, it was kind of… weird yesterday when we didn't know it was your birthday. Sorry for that."

I loosened the strings of the bag and took out a silver charm bracelet. It was really pretty and had a microphone charm dangling off it. "Oh, Zach. You shouldn't have. I love it." I hugged him, he clearly hadn't expected that but responded when he got over the initial shock. "Thank you."

"The lady at the store said that you can hook on all these other charms. I didn't know what you'd want so I figure I'd play it safe and get a microphone since you used to be a fan of us." He suddenly remembered something. "Oh, and, turns out I was lucky since you sing as well. How long has that been?"

"What, that I've been singing? A few years. I only started singing in public ever since I got the job in that restaurant."

"Well you have an amazing voice. I've never heard anyone sing as well as you do."

I blushed. "Thanks."

"Why don't you become a singer?" He asked. Just like that. Like it was so simple to do.

"Well," I started off slowly, processing my words before saying them. "It's not so easy for me to do something so drastic. My life is here. It's my duty to take care of my family-"

"Family." He interrupted me. "Are you saying you still live with your parents?"

My face heated up. "No. My brother." I flustered. "Besides, my mom's in a coma and my dad's a drunk."

He thumped his head with his fist. "Sorry. Foot in mouth moment. And a totally stupid question." He sighed. "I'm sorry, Cam. I didn't know."

"No, it's fine. I'm used to it. Besides, how could you know? I didn't tell you." I rushed.

He gave me a look as though still not knowing what to say so I stuck out my wrist. "Here, help me put on my bracelet."

He took the hint and looked grateful for the change in subject. "If your life was easy enough that you could do what you wanted, would you do something 'drastic'?" He asked carefully.

"I don't know. I've been offered a job in New York, I'd probably go do that. They're giving me time to think it over but I'm pretty sure I won't take it. My brother needs me." I explained.

"Man, your life sucks." Zach said. I laughed and he realized what he'd just said. "Oh crap, did I really just say that out loud?"

"Yeah, you kinda did, but don't apologize. Yes, my life does suck, but it's not that awful."

He raised an eyebrow. "It seems like its really been sucking for you lately." I could tell he was referring to Josh.

"Yeah, well, Miley helps ease the stress sometimes." I said, lightening the tension.

He smirked. "I knew you liked her too. You see, I'm psychic."

"Yep, you sure are." I mocked.

"And you know what else I know?" He said.

"What else do you know?" I sat down on his bed.

"I know you want to sing." He dared.

"No, your psychicness is not so accurate." I disagreed.

He turned on the music. "Come on. You know you want to."

"I most definitely do not."

"Oh yes you do." He sang along to the song Robot and eventually I joined in.

We got through the whole Can't Be Tamed album and then just turned on the radio. We danced around the whole room, sometimes tripping over the mess Grant had made. When I Made It by Kevin Rudolf came on I lifted my hands, dancing, then Zach pulled on a baggy shirt over my head. I laughed when my head popped out. He threw a pair of pants at me that were 3 times my size and I pulled them on, tightening them with a belt. I found a cap and stuck my hair in it when pulling it on. He came up to me and slipped on aviators over my eyes. A long gold chain completed my gangster look and he dressed up too. I imitated what I could of a ghetto dance. My pants kept falling and most of my dance consisted of me holding them up. Once, Zach even held them up as we danced, with me laughing. When the song ended we finished back to back.

We turned to the door at the same time to see Grant and Jonas standing there with baffled expressions holding up the camera. I squealed and Zach slung his arm around me. I hid my face in his chest and the cap fell off. We were both laughing, but were still mortified. Well, mostly me probably since they were his friends.

"Guys, leave the lady alone." Zach said.

"Lady? Looks like a guy to me." Grant said.

I snorted and looked up. The two left and I undressed. "Well, that was completely embarrassing."

"Meh, it was worth it." Zach said. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his strong torso. I found myself staring at him a second longer than I should have been. "It was fun. You can't tell me that was boring, I could see it on your face."

I smiled. "Yes, it was fun." I checked my watch. "Well, you've almost made me late to work, are you happy?"

He pulled on a pair of sneakers. "Don't worry, I'll get you there on time."

"Wait, are you saying you're offering me a ride?" I followed him to the entrance.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." He opened the door. "After you, my lady."

Well, I havent updated this in a while... but here you go! A new chapter! Writing this story always seems to bring a smile to my face... if I'm writing a happy moment. And they always turn out longer than usual.

Ivoryyy

MILEY CYRUS- EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THORN

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