Next one, girlies! :-)

After getting dressed and cleaning up ("I would've paid to see you clean up naked," Zach told me), we went downstairs to eat. I made us pancakes, because I was afraid that if I let Zach do it, he'd accidentally burn a few. I didn't want any burnt ones.
I showed him how I wanted the strawberries and melon cut, and let him do it. Now, he's washing the cherries- he wants them, so I told him to wash some.
We set the table and then sit down to eat. I put two pancakes on Zach's plate, and I do the same for me. He takes a bite and closes his eyes as he moans.
"These are amazing!" he exclaims. I laugh.
"I'm glad you like them." His eyes open wide.
"Like them? No, no, hun… not like them. Love them." He shoves another forkful into his mouth, humming in delight.
"Eat as much as you want."
"Trust me," he says with his mouth full, "I will." I shake my head and laugh. "What?" I look up at him.
"You're not supposed to talk with your mouth full."
"You think I care? These are heaven."
"Just shut up and eat."
"Yes, ma'am!" He mock salutes and continues to wolf down his pancakes.
(I just thought of 'pansycake'… you know, from Divergent? haha Just being my weird [and annoying], fangirl self)

I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, reading my book, Crossed- the second book in the Matched trilogy. I'm hunched over, completely immersed in it.
It's only me and the book, and Ky and Cassia. Nobody else in the world exists. Nothing and nobody.
A loud banging noise makes me jump and I squeal, falling off my bed. I look up, startled, at my window. I relax completely when I see Zach, who's having a weird reaction to me falling- amusement and worry, I guess.
Well, thank-you very much.
I motion to him to come in, and I settle back on my bed, my book on my lap.
"Whataya need, Zach? I need to finish this book, so hurry up." I tell him as he sits down next to me.
"I need you." He whispers in my ear, his hand toying with my shirt. "It's been a while."
"It's been a few days, Zach. I need a little break from life. I haven't had time to read in ages."
"But, Cammie…" he whines.
"But Zach…" I copy him. We pout at the same time and then bust out laughing. "Well, that's not working for either one of us."
"No, it's not." He places a light kiss on my cheek.
"How about we practice a bit?"
"Practice what? Dancing?" His face lights up. "Yeah, let's work on our dance! That way we'll definitely end up having s-"
"No, Zach. Practice playing the drums." His face falls.
"But I don't want to practice playing the drums right now." I laugh lightly.
"You're acting like a little kid, Zach. You haven't practiced in a while." I stand up and put my book on my dresser. "Come on," I reach out my hand, "let me teach you something I thought of." He takes my hand and helps me pull him up.
"Fine. But you owe me."
"I owe you nothing, you sex-crazed crazy person."
"You turned me into what I am." I sit down on the drum seat.
"Oh, just shut up."
"Somebody's cranky."
"Well, you interrupted me when I was reading and I'm due to get my period soon, so just back off. Let me play my music." I twirl the sticks in my hands. "If you're going to be annoying, just sit and watch."
"Don't forget listen." I glare at him. He puts his hands up and I shake my head.
"Enjoy," I mumble.
I start playing.

'But no, I won't be controlled, and so the story goes… Stay with me!' I sway to the song and sing along, my eyes switching from opened to closed.
The music soothes me, calms me and takes over me.
I am alone. I can't be near people now. I'll literally blow up and scream at anybody who even tries to make contact with me.
"Cammie! Turn that down!" I hear somebody yell up- mom, dad? Whatever.
I turn it down- just a little bit- and then it switches the song to Makes Us Stronger by Throw The Fight. I walk lazily around the room, moving only my head to the beat as the piano fades.
'The color of her eyes was emerald green, just like the skies the night she packed up all her things and walked away. I'm screamin', I'm sorry for all the things I said. You stole my heart and then you left me, lying here with nothing but regret.' I stop. 'I'm screamin…' I jump up and down, moving my arms and legs in random moves. '…calling out your name and praying for the chance to break you from the pain that eats you up- I'm calling out your name and praying for the chance to break you from the pain that eats you up inside.' I stand in one spot while swaying my arms in time to the short frame of music. As the words com back in, I bend my legs, facing the right, move both my arms back and then spin them back around my front, and do the same from the left. I then put my arms out in an X and move them back as I walk sideways, and then I swirl my hair in the air, moving my whole body to face the front. I continue head-banging for a little bit longer, and right before the chorus, I mouth the words as I try to feel the intensity of the song flow through me, and out my arms that I now have messed in my hair, as they move all the way up. I let them fall to my sides as the chorus comes back and I jump, with another head-bang.
'…calling out your name and praying for the chance to break you from the pain that eats you up- I'm calling out your name and praying for the chance to break you from the pain that eats you up inside.' I sing along this time, lightly swaying my body.
'…tear us apart by the seams. I can't got on without you!' I start moving only one hand to the beat, 'Calling out your name and praying for the chance to,' I start moving my whole body, 'break you from the pain that eats you up- I'm calling out your name and praying for the chance to break you from the pain that eats you up inside…' I sing along to whatever is left, and purposely fall back on my bed at the end.
My breathing comes heavy, and the next song in the playlist starts- I Don't Think I Love You by Hoobastank. I lay down on my bed and stretch, letting out a heavy sigh as I sink further into my bed.
I want my book.
I turn the top part of my body around and reach for my book- just getting it- and I bring it to me and continue where I left off. I bend my knees and rest my feet on the edge of my bed unconsciously, just to get more comfortable.
Movement in Zach's room interferes with my reading, so I steal a glance. He's tying his sneakers- probably getting ready to go out on a run. He's wearing a white tank that hugs his chest and baggy, grey running shorts.
Is he wearing boxers? I can't tell…
As he switches feet, he looks my way. I give a little wave and he waves back with a smile. He stands up after finishing tying his other shoe, and goes out his bedroom door.

I'm out on the balcony, sitting in my chair and reading. I'm almost done with the book- just a few more chapters to go. I'm literally flying through it.
I get lost in the book again, and I see water drops- like tear drops- on the page.
I then feel one on my arm.
I look ahead, and see rain.
I quickly run inside- why the heck is it raining?
It's nice out, though. I guess I'll just bring an umbrella with me.

I walk back out with my navy blue umbrella, and set it so it's over the chair. I sit back down and try to continue reading.
I get far enough before I see a figure out of the corner of my eye. It's jogging.
I look to my left and see Zach, with his soaked- and now see-through- top that's clinging to him and showing off his abs, making his way to his house. His hair is all wet and some is sticking to his forehead. Water rolls down his arms and face, and I can't help but get lost in the sight of him. He disappears as he turns into the walkway of his house.
I stick my nose in my book, waiting for him to walk into his room. A few seconds later, Zach does walk in, with his shoes in hand. He sets them down by his door and then closes it. He finally notices me and smirks.
He slowly peels his tank off, revealing his sculpted and wet chest. I absentmindedly lick my lips. I watch as a few drops make their way down his chest, make a trail over his abs and down to where his shorts are hanging real low on his hips.
He can't be wearing boxers, especially with how he's been trying to get me to have sex with him today.
Zach takes another look at me and pulls down his shorts, which quickly fall to the floor.
Damn… he really isn't wearing boxers. The rain didn't cool him off at all?
I stare at him, my eyes glued to his body.
He's beautiful- absolute perfection. Every inch of him- every curve, every little thing.
I meet his eyes, finding them dark and deep. I can't look away.
His hand finds his hard-on, and he takes no mercy on himself- he rubs and squeezes hard, staring at me, and moving faster and faster.
My hand involuntarily finds its way in between my legs, and I subconsciously rub myself.
Zach's other hand motions to me to come over. I nod and quickly throw my book on my bed and run to his house. I'm not taking any chances of jumping over the balcony in this rain.
I knock twice on Zach's door.
"You can come in!" He yells. I open it and walk upstairs to his room. I take my shirt off as I enter and I feel warm arms wrap around my waist.
Zach presses his lips hard against mine and my shirt falls to the floor, forgotten. His hands quickly unbutton my shorts and I let them fall down my legs. I then kick them off and make sure to unclasp my bra. He lifts me up and lays me down on his bed.
He kisses me roughly and then leaves a trail of kisses down my body. He leaves me breathless as he pulls down my panties without a care. He crushes his lips to mine again and thrusts into me. We both moan loudly, our nails digging in to each other's skin. We move together in a heated frenzy, needing to feel and get off. We roll around, nipping, biting, pleasing and teasing.
We come together in a way we never have before, all our frustration pouring out of us in a waterfall of emotion.

Zach plays with my hair as we lay wrapped up in each other.
"So…" he starts, a smirk taking place.
"So?" It grows wider.
"You finally agreed to have sex with me." I giggle.
Whoa… giggle?
I snuggle into him.
"Yeah, guess I did."
"And you're actually talking to me like a normal person."
"Well, I'm sorry for being in a bad mood. I don't try to be."
"Aw, man…"
"What?"
"I should've gotten you angry." I shake my head, knowing where this is going. "We still haven't had that angry sex yet. You know, I'm still waiting. Call me next time you're in bad mood."
"Now you're being mean."
"How is that mean?"
"Fine, then. Annoying."
"I'll never completely understand you, Cammie."
"Same over here." We smile at each other.

What did ya'll think? Was it ok?
The 2 songs I mentioned, I'm obsessed with. Seriously. And I recommend them to anyone who likes rock. Names: Stay With Me by You Me At Six, and Makes Us Stronger by Throw The Fight.
Next chapter should be up next week, hopefully. :-)