Ahh, I have this idea for a long one-shot in my head, but I'll feel guilty if I don't update this one first…

And no one better steal my idea lol. Do you know how many times I've thought of something and then someone else has already done it! Haha it's so frustrating!

And it happened just now.

Okay, tell the crazy girl to shut up and write.

~Back at the funeral~

"Zach, hurry up. Macey wants to get home." Grant's voice makes Zach jerk his head away from the tree.

He's stunned. Was that…? No… he thinks to himself. No… she's dead. Get over it. Get over her.

"Zach, mate, get in the car!"

But Zach doesn't respond; he has half a mind to chase after the person by the tree. Whoever it was.

Only when Grant walks over the him and places a hand on his shoulder, does Zach reply faintly, "Uh… yeah, I'm coming."

Grant interprets the vagueness wrongly. "Man, I know you two had a thing and all," he says, looking down at Cameron Morgan's headstone, "but she betrayed us, and 'us' includes you. Maybe you should start getting over her."

Yeah, right, scoffs Zach, in his mind, Get over her.

Grant has to physically drag Zach into the back of the car, because he refuses to budge.

Liz, who frowns at Zach and laces her fingers together, says, "You've been acting odd for months, are you sure there's nothing wrong? I mean, apart from what happened at the CIA."

Oh, I'm perfectly fine. It's just that three months ago, a certain Gallagher Girl left me a note that's intended for all of us, but I haven't told you guys yet, and when I do tell you, you all will kill me.. But apart from that, I'm great.

By the time Macey stops the car at Zach's place, he's ready to slip a napotine patch on all of his friends. Their questions started to get rather uncomfortable about three-quarters of the way home.

Once he's unlocked the many locks to his apartment door, Zach unconsciously takes out Cammie's letter. By now, he's memorised it all, but something about seeing her familiar handwriting brings him comfort. Although she's gone, he feels as if she's speaking directly to him.

Out of all Cammie wrote to him – and the others – that one sentence has been etched into his brain and, no matter how hard he tries, it won't go away.

Thank you for letting me fall in love with you.

She loves him. Or, at least she did.

And Zach loves her back. Although, he never though anyone could love someone as much as they hated them, but that's exactly how he feels about Cammie. He hates what she did – and what she turned into – but deep, deep down, he loves her for being her.

Even though he hasn't forgiven her for betraying him and his friends, he knows – or thought he knew – Cammie, and that definitely wasn't her.

Giving a tired, audible sigh, Zach places down the letter, taking in, once again, the way it's coloured yellow, and how it smells less of the street and rubbish, and more like Cammie.

He places his head in his hands, knowing he's going to have to tell his friends sometime. Picking up the phone, he dials McHenry's home number, because he knows that they're staying with her tonight, all except for Baxter, of course.

"Speak." Zach laughs at her commanding tone.

"It's your dream come true, and he wants to know—no, needs you to come over right now."

He can almost hear her rolling her eyes. "Ugh, no way, you're not my type."

"God, no, McHenry." Zach cringes at the thought of it. "I need all of you to come over. I need to tell you guys something."

"You're pregnant?" she jokes.

"I'll see you in ten, McHenry."

And then he hangs up.

Now, the more difficult call… Zach thinks.

Whilst dialling Grant's number, he sincerely hopes that Rebecca Baxter doesn't pick up. But, because he's a spy, he knows that hope doesn't get you far. "Hello?" Bex sounds exhausted, like she's been crying for a long time.

"Um, yeah, hi Rebe—I mean, Bex. Can you and Grant come to my place right away?" Zach asks, scratching his neck.

She sighs, definitely not in the mood to argue. "Whatever…"

And then she hangs up on him.

~Nine minutes and forty-three seconds later~

Everyone's crammed on the couch, whilst Zach paces in front of them.

"Get on with it, man, I need to check on my prototype," Jonas says, looking at his watch.

Frowning, Zach begins, knowing full well he probably won't be alive by the time he finishes. "Okay, you see, the thing is… Igodalettafromcmanihavn'textlytldyou." It all comes out in a huge rush.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa… slow down and rewind. What did you say?"

After a deep breath, Zach repeats, "I got a letter from Cammie three months ago and I sort of forgot to tell you. It's addressed to all of us…"

Silence descends upon the room, until Macey screams. "You arsehole!" and launches on top of him.

It takes everyone to pull her off him and force her into her seat again. She's red-faced and huffing, super annoyed. "Where is it?" she asks forcefully.

Zach almost flinches, but he reaches over to the table for the letter and flourishes it in front of his friends. "Um, here it is," he tells them, quite unnecessarily.

While all the others cram around Liz, who just snatched the letter away, Bex sits alone, stiff and silent. So Zach turns his attention to her. He walks over and sits beside her, but soon regrets it because he has absolutely no idea what to say.

But he's saved from starting the exchange by her saying, "Are you glad she's dead?"

I know, I know and I'm sorry

I'm gonna start writing the next chapter up now okayy :D