disclaimer: ally owns characters.

and just because people were getting confused: these one shots have nothing to do with one another unless stated. they're just sparks of ideas I like to have. no particular order, and several different plot lines. so it's not like this takes place after last chapter or anything. its not the same plot or story.

k i'm done. lol enjoy.

Birthday Bliss and Other Confusions

I woke up the next morning, still extremely tired but well rested at the same time.

Except for the fact that instead of my hot pink duvet drowning me in silk, I was greeted by a navy blue comforter. I did about seven double takes until I realized where I was and looked down at myself.

Oh, thank god. I had on a t-shirt and track shorts.

However, realizing "where I was" just meant I realized I was not in my room, that this was not a dream (I tried to inflict pain on myself three times. It worked two of them.), and there was most definitely a boy next to me.

I was scared. Very, very scared to turn around and see if he was awake. Of course, I had by then realized who he was, by the hands around my waist. I knew those hands anywhere.

I turned around. "Zach?"

His eyes slightly opened to look at me, then he closed them again. I couldn't help but laugh a little, rolling my eyes at how… cute he was.

No, Zach's not cute. Zach's… Zach. We don't like Zach like that.

Then why are we sleeping in the same bed as him? My thoughts echoed back to me.

You stop that, I said to myself. Stop that right now.

We both know it's true.

I don't know how long I sat there, arguing with myself, but it must've been more than two minutes, because Zach was slightly awake, looking at me.

"Hey, Gallagher Girl," he muffled before burying his face in a pillow. "Is there some contemplation going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

I looked at him. "You think I'm pretty?"

He looked back at me, his face serious. "That depends," he paused and I felt my face pout a little. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Who doesn't?" I said back to him.

"Eh," he said, looking at his fingers as if he was calculating numbers. "About 0.002% of the female population."

I smacked him on the side of the head and shook my own, laughing.

"Geez, Gallagher Girl," he said, smirking and rubbing the nape of his neck. "You really can't keep your hands off me, can you?"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know. Maybe I don't wanna keep my hands off you."

Where did that come from?! I asked myself, almost face-palming right then and there.

Oh, Cammie. That was all you.

Zach looked at me, smirking. "Well, I'd have to agree on that. That t-shirt fits you pretty nice, Gallagher Girl," he said, looking at my Gallagher Academy P&E gym shirt, which was about two sizes too big. "Anyone ever tell you that?"

"I'm afraid they haven't," I sighed. "It's quite disappointing."

"So I assumed," Zach replied. "Has anyone told you how pretty your hair looks in a bun like that?" He said, sure to be extra charismatic, as he propped his chin on his hand looked at me.

"You know, I've actually been told that previously," I said, turning my head toward him.

"Have you really, Gallagher Girl?" He inquired. "I guess I'll have to tell those people to back off my woman."

I blushed, trying to keep my cool. "I'm not your "woman", Zach," I replied. "But make sure you call and tell Liz to back off later."

With that I got up, heading towards the bathroom. "Can I please take the first shower? You take forever."

I looked at him. "Sure," I shrugged, opening the door. "But who told you I take long in the shower?"

He pointed to himself and said, "Spy."

In case I didn't state this clear enough, I was in a hotel. A hotel I had been checked into by the fabulous Macey McHenry, whom I called while Zach was taking a shower.

"Hello?" she said, answering groggily.

"Yeah, hi. I'm Cameron Morgan, otherwise known as your best friend, also known as the girl you unconsciously checked into a hotel, with Zach, might I add." I replied. I could practically see the evil smile growing on her face as I held the phone to my face.

"Oh, yeah. That." She said, bored and tired. "It was necessary."

"Am I allowed to ask how I got in here, exactly?" I asked her, shaking my head.

"Am I allowed to ask if you hooked up with Zach?" she replied eagerly.

"Ugh, no!"

"I'm not sure if that was a no, I'm not allowed, or a no, I didn't hook up with the guy I've had a major crush on since 10th grade." She sighed into the phone. "But I'm going to unfortunately assume the latter."

"Thanks for having so much faith in me," I answered, sarcasm dripping from my voice as Zach sang Drake in the shower. I laughed into the phone.

"Wait, so you did?'

"No! But I did, um…" I paused for a second and hushed my voice. "Wake up in the same bed as him."

"Well…" Macey started. "It's a start. At least you have the next two weeks."

"What are you talking about?" I said to her, confused as all hell.

"Wow, Cam. You're really lacking your skills at the moment," she yawned. "Look out of your window."

I slowly went up to the curtain and pulled it back. Sandy beaches, blue water and blinding sunshine greeted me. "Is this –"

"Hawaii? Yes." Macey answered for me.

"Why'd you send me here? How'd you send me here?"

"If I was mean, I would say figure it out," Macey replied. "However, I'm trying this new thing, called being nice. But only because it's your birthday." She paused for a second as I smiled. "I drugged you both, packed your bags and sent you away. This is also a mission, assigned from Solomon."

I slumped a bit. "Oh, that explains it. What's my mission status?"

"Well, if I remember clearly, I was told these words," she said. "'To have fun.'"

"You're kidding, right?" I gaped.

Macey sighed in the phone. "Cam, I know this may be hard for you, but you better enjoy yourself or I'm kicking your 21 year-old ass when you get home." She said, as I smiled and twirled the curtain. "Oh, and happy birthday, babe. Love you."

"Thanks, Mace," I replied happily. "Love you too."

By that time, Zach was out of the shower, dressed, and in sweatpants laying on the bed. The only bed.

"Looks like we're on a mission, Blackthorne Boy." I said to him, trying to hide my smile.

"I knew it," he said, flipping through channels. "What's our cover?"

I sat next to him and looked up at him. "Two best friends having the times of their lives. Think we can do it?"

He smiled at me before sitting up. "I think we were born to do this." Then his smile turned into a signature smirk, which he's done about 27 times in the last 27 minutes, and wrinkled his nose. "Gallagher Girl, you know how we're best friends?"

"Yeah."

"You know how best friends tell each other everything?"

"I'm aware." I said cautiously, looking deep at him. He looked at me harder, and in all seriousness, he stated the truth.

"Well, you smell like cheese fries."

We both rolled on the floor, laughing our heads off, and twenty seconds later, I was being pushed in the bathroom in protest.

"I do not smell like cheese fries!"

"Yes, you do. I know you had them yesterday. I saw you in the break room."

"Excuse me for liking melted goodness on top of fried goodness. Sue me."

"Right after I sue you for not sharing."

"Ask next time!"

"I am asking! I'm asking you to take a shower."

"You're mean."

"Babe, I speak the truth."

"It's Cammie, not babe."

"I think its babe, babe."

"Well I think I smell like flowers."

"You do smell like flowers. And cheese fries."

"You're so mean!"

"You know I love you, Cams." Zach said, still laughing at the conversation we were having. "And I'm just kidding, I just need you to get ready. I'm taking you out." Then he sniffed my neck. "Is that Pink Chiffon I smell?"

I looked at him, confusion all over my face.

"You and Bex have dragged Grant and I in there one too many times." He shook his head. "I need to go watch football or drink beer or do something manly."

"You do that, while I go make myself smell appealing," I teased, opening the door.

"Oh, and Gallagher Girl?" he said, turning me around. I looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"Happy birthday."

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-Sol