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Chapter Five: Matt's Café

Cammie

Quick Update: We snuggle into the duvet and pretend to sleep. I keep my eyes open and can see the tall and slim silhouette of my mom. She looks around, walking in and checking on us. Once she's gone we giggle. Then the lights are turned on and we're busted.

Crap! My mom's just too good. I hate that too.

"Hello ladies."

We sigh and sit up offering innocent smiles to my mom. She shakes her head smirking and sits on the edge of my bed.

"Hey mommy,"

Yep that's right, I used the mommy card. She sighs and wraps an arm around me; she motions Bex to join and pulls us both in. I breathe in the same perfume she wears everyday from dad and almost shed a tear. I've missed her.

"So, what have you girls been up to? I thought that there was a party going on at Virginia Beach."

Bex chuckles, "Oh no Rachel, we would rather be here tucked up in bed."

"Is that right?" she lets go of us and walked to the door way where she presents us with our bags. My mom smiles smugly before giving them to us along with a stern look. "Look girls, I'm not trying to be the bad guy but you really should have let me know where you were going. Now of course I don't blame you but you should have known better."

She sits back on my bed and hugs us once again. Bex closes her eyes and inhales. Bex and I are like sisters, her mom is mine and mine is hers but the problem is that she hardly sees her parents. After being accepted into Gallagher Academy Bex left her family to follow her dreams. Sure they phone, text and Skype all the time but it just isn't the same as seeing them. I guess I'm lucky. My mom is headmaster at Gallagher. And every Sunday we have the pleasure of having dinner with her. I must say that sometimes it gets a little annoying being her daughter. Girls ask me if I know they're results, if I know what agency is coming to a performance and yada-yada-yada. On the up side I get to bitch about girls and sometimes my mother does something about it. Like that time when I caught Courtney Bauer paying an agency man, not only did he get fired but she got kicked out of the summer show. Poor girl, it was her big chance in Hollywood.

"Thanks Rachel."

"No problem. If I was you I'd get to sleep now, we have a busy day tomorrow." she winks before blowing us a kiss goodnight and shutting the door.

"I thought you said your mom would be mad at us. She was totally cool." whispers Bex slipping back into her own bed.

I shrug. "Maybe she's in a good mood," I cover myself with the blanket and sigh at its warmth, "night Bex"

"Night Cam,"

I think about my mom. Why was she being so nice? It's not like she's a monster or anything but we snuck out and anything could have happened to us, any normal parent would be furious. And then I heard it.

"I'm sorry mom!"

It was Grant. Of course, he and Zach are the oldest therefore they should have known better. I smile happily and slip into a peaceful dream.

~r.e.m.e.m.b.e.r.t.h.a.t.s.u.m.m.e.r~

"Good morning!" Grant bursts in and starts playing (badly) his trumpet. Bex and I cover our ears with our pillows.

"Grant if you don't shut-up I'm going to shove that trumpet right up your ass!"

And he stops. "Jeez Bex. Some people don't know music when they hear it."

"If you keep talking about yourself you're going to be labelled as self-centred." I smile getting up and yawning. I glance at the clock.

8:00 am.

"Grant why are we up this early?"

"You'll see sis. Now come on, breakfast is on the table" I make a face at the word 'breakfast' and then he tells me that Zach made it and my stomach suddenly feels a lot better. I love my mom and all but she isn't a very good cook. I swear she burns water.

As soon as I'm on the ground floor I'm hit with the small of the greatest food ever…waffles. I don't think I've mentioned this before but waffles are my favourite food. I could eat them in the morning, the afternoon and for dinner too.

"Thanks," I smile and take me plate from Zach and roll my eyes at the whipped cream heart on top. Grant's got a smiley face and Bex has a star.

"What?" he asks when he finally notices me rolling my eyes.

"Nothing," I sing and dig in savouring every bite in my mouth. I would never admit this but there is something seriously sexy about a guy in the kitchen. By the way, that's not me saying that I think Zach is sexy (although he is), I mean even Kevin this really nice boy who unfortunately suffers from acne could make it look good!

"So what are we doing today?" I say to no one in particular.

"We're going down to the café." answers my mom walking in dressing summery yet smart in a red floaty top, denim skirt with matching red Jimmy Choos.

Note to self: you're mom is too hot!

I stop staring and blink. "Okay, so me and Bex can go to the beach right?"

"No," she takes her seat at head of the table and takes a bite of her waffle. "We're all going."

"Excuse me," I push my chair back and walk away. I walk away from everyone. Instead of going upstairs to my room I go out the back door in the living room and walk through the garden to the summer house. It's where my dad used to spend all his time. He would either be writing, reading, thinking of new recipes. Or watching me and Grant wrestle and play in the pool Or watch mom read, paint her nails and finally have a genuine smile on her face.

Our house is quite close to Virginia Beach but it's still in the town. It has 3 bedrooms and everything else your average house has. The pool and swing-set are the newest editions and I have to admit that I still have fun swinging and pretending I'm flying. But it just isn't the same because I don't have my dad to push me higher.

I'm sat with my back to the door when I hear the hinges squeak. I don't bother turning around. It's probably Grant or my mom.

I sigh. "Look I'm sorry but I'm not ready to be back there. Why do we even have to go? I know it's dads business and it isn't like dad can be here but I don't think I can do it."

They don't say anything. So I don't either until it's silent and I can't take it anymore. I turn around and it's not mom, or Grant. It's not even Bex it's Zach.

"What do you want?"

"To see if you're okay." he pauses, "Are you okay?"

"Not really," I turn back around and he sits crossed legged in front of me.

"Cammie," he starts, rubbing the back of his neck. A sign of him being nervous? "What is the café? I mean Grant hasn't said anything and Bex looked clueless too."

"Then why isn't she here talking to me instead of you?" I ask nastily. Where's your best friend when you need her? And what about Macey? Looks like she isn't killing me for ditching her when really, she ditched us.

He shrugs. "I don't know. Are you going to tell me or not?"

I go back to being silent and watch Zach for a while. If Macey was here she would think we were making-out. I laugh. I remember once making out with boys was the one thing on my mind. But I've grown up and making out, boys and make-up aren't everything.

"It's my dad's café. Matt's Café."

"Sorry what?"

Typical, I tell him and he isn't even listening. I give up. "Doesn't matter," I get up and attempt to make rubbing my numb butt look like I'm dusting off dust. I don't think it works because Zach is smirking.

He put his hands up and I help him to stand. I open the door and look back at him.

"To Matt's Café."

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