Baby You Light Up My World Like Nobody Else

NOTE: All writing in italics are Cameron's memories and are in the past.

Part 4.

I stepped into my room. Not just my room but the room that holds all the memories of her. Of Zoey. I dumped my bag on the floor and sat on my bed. I glanced around at our bedroom. Her bed was still in the corner like always, her drawers still under the window. Nothing had changed. her posters and pictures still stuck on the wall. Her bedspread neatly spread over her bed, her pillows fluffed up. I glanced over at my speakers. My mind instantly going to memory of our new speakers.

"Zoey!" I whined. "It's my turn with the speakers!" For our 13th Birthday we had been given our first ever pair of state of the art speakers. It would be my first and her last.

"No it's not." She smirked at me. I looked over at her. Her bright pink skinny jeans covering her small legs, slightly baggy from being too big for her. Her top riding up her slight torso showing off her toned stomach. He light brown hair falling over her eyes. I stared down at myself, my black skinny jeans clinging tightly to my legs, my girl power top baggy and rippling around my body. My dark brown hair, pin-straight and boring. I envied her so much.

"And why is that?" I asked her, placing one of my hands on my hips. A smug smile falling on her pink lips.

"Mum said I could listen to my music."

"Yes but that was 2 hours ago!" I screamed at her. She just shrugged. My Mum had always favored her, the prettier child. The more academically bright child, that talented one. My annoyance boiled into anger and I grabbed a pillow and through it at her. I laughed loudly when I saw it had hit her square in the face.

"That was not cool!" She screamed at me. I just continued to laugh so hard that tears were forming in my eyes. They soon turned to tears of pain when I felt her fist come into contact with my stomach. I staggered back as the wind was knocked out of me.

I struggled for air as she stood before me with a smug look on her face. When I caught my breath back, I charged towards her. I kicked my leg and knocked her legs away from her. She fell to the floor, I didn't let her get up instead I grabbed her hair. I yanked it up making her stand up slightly bent.

"Say your sorry." I whispered into her ear. She shook her head and lifted her hand to smack me in the face. She grabbed me and pushed me onto her bed. I grabbed the chord of the speakers accidently. The shrill voice of the pop-star stopped when the speakers landed with a thud on the floor.

We both froze. Zoe sighed. "It's not going to work now! Well done!" She applauded me as she grabbed her iPod and earplugs and made her way downstairs. I knew she wasn't going to tell mum. We had a pact that we would never tell mum if we got in a fight so that none of us would be punished. We did get violent a lot. I grabbed the speakers and took them to my side of the room. I plugged them in and laughed as the sound of Evanescence played out of them.

I giggled and got up from my bed and walked over to her side of the room. Her side was painted pink and mine Purple and Black. I had always been a little gothic I suppose. I had hated the colour pink and she had loved it. So we had compromised, we would have half and half. Once she had died my Dad had asked me something I will never forget.

"Want to paint the whole room purple and Black?" He had asked me. I remembered looking around the room. I thought to myself I hate the colour pink so much it made me want to gag a little. I love Purple and Black and how cool it would be to have my whole room that colour.

Then I snapped back into the room where we had shared our life together. The room that would always hold something special about her and me. We had shared this room since we were little kids and it was still her room. She had only been dead for a week, I wasn't going to erase her.

"No! Not yet." I looked at my Dad and he raised an eyebrow.

"Why? I thought you hated Pink." I nodded and walked over to her side of the room and stroked the pale pink paint.

"I do but I'm not ready to lose her yet." My Dad just nodded and left me alone. I collapsed on her bed and bawled my eyes out. I grabbed the cover and pulled it around me, I took in her smell. The smell that would linger for a few days but then would be gone forever. I knew then and there that my life would never be the same. That my life would never take the turns I want it to. All without my Zee.

Truth was the pink had grown on me. A lot. My room would always stay purple, black and pink. Even after I have moved out. I moved her bed away and smiled as I crouched down to see the drawings we had made with Jesse when we were 12.

"You're such a great drawer Cammie!" Zoey gushed. My heart swelled from that comment. It was always me saying that she was amazing at everything, this small little comment meant a lot to me. I felt the grin widen on my lips and Jesse's hand pat my back. I stared at the little drawing of an anime supergirl. I was pretty impressed with it myself.

"Thanks Z." I grabbed her into a hug. She hugged me back, we both giggled. We looked at the drawings we had made. Jesse had his arm around us both. At that time he was 16 and we were 12, he was a great big brother. Always looking after us, always finding time for us even when had girlfriends. Before he introduced his girlfriend to my parents he would introduce her to us first. He told me later on that he couldn't bare for his sisters to not like his girlfriend. He had nothing to worry about, he always picked the good girlfriends.

"We are all so talented." Jesse Commented. Jesse and me were the singers of the group. Jesse was obviously a lot more advanced that me but I still kept up. I also played the piano and the guitar while Jesse only played Piano. Both me and Zoey could dance and act but Zoey was the better actress while we were both good dancers. Zoe could play the flute and the Piano.

What could I say? We are a very talented family.

My train of thought was broken when my Dad came into my room. I looked up and smiled at him.

"What you looking at?" He asked smiling widely at me.

"Oh some drawings we did with Jesse when we were younger." He took a seat next to me and traced our drawings. Laughing and smiling as I made comments.

"These are my favourites." He said while he pointed at a picture all of us drew together and the anime supergirl.

"That's mine," I said pointing at my drawing. "And we all drew ourselves together." I stroked the drawing. Those were the moments I would treasure forever.

"I have a very talented family." I smiled at him. Even though the thought racing through my mind was over taking me. He did have a very talented family until Z left and he only had a talented family.

"Was there something you wanted?" I asked, changing the subject. He shook his head and smiled at me.

"Um yeah. I was just wondering how you liked One Direction?" My smile grew into a grin.

"They are great boys, real friendly and kind." That was such a lie. They were amazing boys. I loved each and every one of them.

"Oh that's good. Louis seems to have taken a shine on you. He is nice isn't he?" my breath hitched in my throat. I couldn't tell him how I really feel about Louis. Not yet anyway. Louis was a breath of fresh air. He saw me for who I was and not as some poor rich girl who only survives on her Daddy. Who lost her sister so that makes her weak. No he sees me for who I am. A strong, independent young adult who has a lot of potential, she just needs the right time to shine. I couldn't Love him enough for that.

"Louis' cool, he is a great mate. Actually me and the girls hung out with them today." He raised his eyebrow, still smiling at me.

"Really? How do they like them?"

"They love them. I can see us all hanging out again at some point." He patted my shoulder.

"Great. Just remember that don't try and mix business with pleasure." I was so confused by that statement that I didn't realize he had gotten up and kissed my forehead till his was at the door. "I miss her too you know."

I snapped my head up to say something back but he had left. I was alone once again in mine and my dead sister's room. Tears trickling down my face. I got up and pushed the bed back into place and sat at my piano. I played a few songs all the time trying to figure out by what he meant by 'Don't mix business with Pleasure'.

Turns out I would find out sooner rather than later.