A/N:

I was v unsure about putting this up, but it's here and it's readable.

So, have fun reading it, or not. Free will and all.

The second time that it happened, neither of them were particularly sober.

"I know, Liz, I know. She'll be okay."

"But Cam, have you spoken to her?"
"No, Lizzie I haven't but I'm sure she's fine. She's probably just sleeping or eating a ton of ice cream. You know how she gets."

"I still think that something's up."

"Just give it a few more days Liz, if she hasn't contacted anyone or posted a rant on at least 1 form of social media then we'll know that something is wrong. But for now I think we should just give her the space that she obviously needs."

"Fine. But if you hear from her, you will call me won't you?"

"Of course. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Bye Cammie."

"Bye Lizzie." Cammie said, ending the call and placing the phone on the table as Preston walked into the living room.

It had been just under a week since Preston had turned up on Cammie's doorstep. It had been just under a week, and there was still no word from Macey. No texts, no phone calls, nothing.

"Who was it?" He asked, sitting down on the couch opposite Cammie.

"What?" She asked, snapping out of her daydream.

"Who was on the phone?"

"Oh, it was Liz. Again."
"She okay?"

"She's worried about Macey. Nobody's heard from her still and Liz thinks something is wrong."

"She hasn't called you?"

"No. Not at all."

"And you're not worried?"

"Are you?" Cammie retorted.

"That wasn't my question, Cam."
"She's probably just put herself in her isolated McHenry bubble again. It's easier if I just give her some space when things like this happen. She'll want space, so I'm gonna give it to her."

"And I'm guessing Liz didn't agree with that."
"I can't help Macey if she doesn't ask for my help. Liz needs to stop trying to be a superhero."

"You're very tense today."
"No, I'm not."

"And you're defensive. What's stressing you out?"

"Nothing." Cammie said, trying to make her reply sound convincing but Preston wasn't buying it.

"Come on, Cam. I know you better than that."

"Nothing's wrong. I just...I need a drink."

"We could go out, but.."
"We can't because where there is Preston Winters, there is a camera."

"And where there is a camera, there are then pictures."

"Pictures that then get printed."
"And seen by everybody."
"Including Macey McHenry." They both finished in unison, and then laughed a little.

"I think we have wine in the fridge." Cammie said, getting up from the couch and walking out to the kitchen with Preston trailing behind her.

"With Macey as your best friend I'm surprised you don't have a cellar."

"Okay, that's enough Macey jokes for one night." She replied quickly, pouring two glasses of wine and handing one to Preston.

"What else do we have in common that we can talk about?" Preston asked, as they walked back into the living room.

"Dead parent?" She suggested, setting her glass down on the table next to the bottle.

"Touchy subject. I think we'd need to drink a lot of this before we can comfortably discuss that one."

"Well I'm sure we can get there."

"Okay. New topic. How's work?"

"Oh you know, typical run-of-the-mill CIA stuff. Terrorism and threats to National Security, the usual."
"Am I even supposed to know about that?"

"You've known since we were seventeen, I doubt that it's a problem."

"Fair enough."

"How are the others doing? I haven't seen Liz, Jonas, Bex or Grant in ages."

"Bex and Grant are in London and Liz is probably getting Jonas to stalk the shit out of Macey."

"I should probably check my phone, see if she's tried to contact me at all."

"Do you really think that that'd be a good idea?" Cammie asked, topping her glass up again and doing the same for Preston.

"If she's not called you..."

"Then she probably wants to be left alone. Look, if you're that concerned about her then why did you leave?"

"Cam..."
"Pres..."
"You seem awfully upset about me leaving Macey. Care to explain?"

"Er, she's been my best friend since we were fifteen and you're the jackass that's chosen to leave her. And it's odd because you don't seem to realise how much she's in love with you. Usually, if this were anybody else that had broken up with her then she wouldn't let them walk away. Macey McHenry doesn't let people leave her. But she let you leave. She hasn't come after you and you've gotta understand how much of a huge deal that is. Have a think about what you've done, Preston. Care to explain?"

"I already did, Cam."
"It wasn't good enough, Pres."
"Can we not talk about this? I don't want to fight with you Cammie. We don't fight."
"Well maybe that's because you don't normally give me a reason to fight with you. You don't normally do stupid things."
"Oh and this was stupid?"

"Yeah, it was."

"You're right. Coming here was extremely stupid of me." Preston snapped, getting up off of the couch and storming upstairs.

Preston lay on the bed in the guest bedroom looking up at the ceiling. Music was blaring through his headphones, so he didn't hear the soft knock at the door. He did,however, see Cammie walk in slowly. He took his headphone off, paused the music and looked up.

"I'm sorry." He started. "I was out of order and I shouldn't have snapped at you."

"It's equally my fault, I shouldn't have made the comments that I did."
"It's okay, Cam. You don't have to apologise. You're the one that's letting me stay here, and not telling anyone about it which must be making you feel guilty."

"It's not."

"It isn't?"

"I don't feel guilty for anything."

"You mean...?"

"You know exactly what I mean, Preston." She said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

He sat bolt upright and stared directly into Cammie's eyes again. They were closer now, both in a physical and emotional sense. After everything that had seen and done together, everything they had talked about. Things had changed between them. So really, it came as no surprise to either of them when Preston leaned in and kissed Cammie a minute later. It was a soft kiss, barely noticeable. But it sparked a whirlwind of emotions that the pair of them had been suppressing for the past week, if not longer. Neither of them were thinking, neither of them could.

It only took a minute, again, for Cammie to break away. "Preston...we can't, not again."

"Can't we?" He said, staring directly at her as she sat there speechless and unsure of how to respond.

And that was all it took.

The next morning, Preston awoke with a terrible hangover. His head was pounding and he felt extremely sick. He didn't usually drink as much as he had done last night, and this was one of the reasons why. His head hurt so much that he was reluctant to even open his eyes, but when he heard a mumbling from beside him he figured he should.

"Shit." Cammie cursed from beside him.

"Good morning to you too." He muttered.

"My head..." She said, sitting up and reaching for her t shirt that was lying on the end of the bed.

"Yep."

"I should go... shower or something.." Cammie said, getting up. As she was walking towards the door she tripped over Preston's jeans, which were lying across the floor. She fell, and landed flat on her face. "Damn it." Cammie muttered, beginning to laugh.

Preston sat there laughing too, which seemed to break the tension between them.

"Don't laugh at me!" She said, still giggling at herself as she got up off of the floor.

"I wasn't laughing at you."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really. I was laughing at your clumsiness, not you." He said, starting to laugh again.

"Idiot." She rolled her eyes as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Preston sighed, and looked over at his phone as he began to get dressed.

One missed call, one voicemail. Both from Macey.

"Crap." He cursed under his breath as he dismissed the missed call and pressed play on the voicemail.

"Preston? I knew you wouldn't pick up. It's alright though because it's not like we need to talk. Because it's perfectly acceptable for you to just walk out and leave me with no I mean honestly do you just not think? Of course you don't, you're a guy, you think with your dick and not your brain. I basically just called to say that I hate you but I don't hate you and I can't hate you and I really just hate myself so I really don't know why I'm calling and I'm glad you didn't pick up"

He could hear the tears. She was crying and rambling and she was quite clearly drunk from the way that she was slurring. Of all the people that she could've called, she had called Preston. It didn't make sense to him, and he didn't know what he should do. He could hardly just go running back to Macey after what had happened with him and Cammie in the past week, could he? But he couldn't keep staying with Cammie and pretending that everything was fine. Staying with Cammie was a dangerous game, they couldn't slip any further into the cycle that they had created. But he couldn't go back to Macey.

As he slipped his phone into his pocket, there was a knock at the door and Cammie walked in.

"Hey." She smiled, leaning against the door frame.

"That was quick."

"You have a bad concept of time, I took at least 10 minutes."

"Macey called me."

"When? Just now? That's early for Macey...I mean.."

"Last night, she called last night. She left a voicemail."

"Is she okay?"

"She sounded drunk. Like, really drunk. And she was just crying, hysterically and she wouldn't stop talking."

"You should go. Go see her."

"No, Cam. You know that I can't."

"But you should." Cammie said, looking down at the floor. "What happened last night... It cannot happen again. I'm not just saying it this time, I'm meaning it. Zach gets back tomorrow, and.."

"And we're keeping this a secret, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah we are. If it had just been the once then I would've told him but..."

"But it wasn't just once. Just to make sure, we're not telling Macey either."

"God no. She'd take it even worse than Zach."

"So we're clear then. No telling anybody."

"And no repeats."

"Right. No repeats."

A/N: ASDFGHJKL There's chapter two...

Idk... I hope you didn't hate it.

(And once again...sorry for any mistakes.)