Cammie slipped on a pair of bright lime green flip-flops and a thin white sweatshirt. Her shorts were changed into loose white yoga pants so any car driving by would see her. Just as she was about to open her front door into the coolness of night, Liz ran out of the living room.

"Cam, wait!" She said, stopping right beside her best friend. "Don't go down Hoffmon street. Mr. Morals is out for his annual 'star gazing'" Liz rolled her eyes as she said this. She and Cam both knowing his 'star gazing' involved other men, beer, and not so nice words being spat at innocent people.

Camme was grateful for Liz in more ways than she will ever know. If it were up to Bex or Macey, Cammie would be sitting on her couch being forced to listen to the two girls fight over what brand of clothing was better or if brown looked better with green or purple. Liz, she understood when and why Cammie needed space.

"Thanks." She whispered as she turned the knob of her door. Liz wanted to give her a hug but with the way Cammie was acting towards physical contact, even with her friends, and her apparent 'autism', she decided against it.

Rachel had told the girls earlier that day about what had happened at the doctors, wanting Cammie friends to be fully aware of the situation her daughter was in. New conditions might have to take measure in order to keep the panic attacks low. This new information didn't set well for Macey and Bex. They felt that Cammie would have to be more protected now than ever. All Liz saw was a diagnosis of what Cammie had been living with since she was born. Nothing has changed at all.

The door closed, separating Cammie from her friends and any form of socializing.

She was alone. Finally.

Her feet hit the stone driveway creating a crunching sound every time she took a step. Her ears focused on the crickets and tree frogs chirping through the dark night. It was music to her ears. With every passing second, Mother Nature seemed to be adding to her already beautiful sonnet. She'd add buzzing bugs to make the night not so quiet and would make the wind blow to creat a soothing tone. Fireflies flew all around the years and houses, flickering their lights hoping to attract a mate. It was a beautiful show, as always.

The moon put a spotlight on the the small town, making the houses and streets glow. Cammie loved how it did that. Nothing was ever singled out of the light; not even her.

After a good ten minutes of walking, Cammie came to an old park. Everything was just like it used to be when her father would take her there.

The chains on the swings were slightly rusty and the wooden seats were becoming rotted. The metal slide should be torn down so no kid gets flakes of rust in their eye or cut. The sand box was still a litter box for stray animals and that awful smell of rotten fish still lingered in the air.

It was perfect as always.

Cammie sat down on an old bench. Centered on backrest were seven words that would always be remembered by her.

Cam and Matt~ Forever and Always

She never realized that would change so soon.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" Cammie jumped to her feet so fast she became lightheaded. The person chuckled and walked closer to her. Cammie's breaths became heavy then quick and short. "Easy Camster. I'm not going to hurt you." She couldn't quite make out his face but the more she consent rated on his voice, she knew exactly who it was. Besides, Grant was the only person to ever call her Camster.

Grant stared at the girl in front of him, waiting for a reaction. He could hear her breaths slowly calming down to a normal pace. His first instinct was to smile and tease her for getting scared but thanks to his wonderful conscience, Grant remembered who was standing right in front of him.

"I'm sorry I scared you." He said quietly. Cammie looked down, trying to force her hands to stop shaking. She knew he wasn't going to hurt her or make fun of her. He wasn't like the kids at school and he wasn't Josh.

"It's okay." Cammie sat back down and crossed her legs. A cool breeze tugged at few strands of her hair while Grant's shaggy blonde locks stayed in place. After a few minutes of silence, Grant slowly sat down next to the quiet blonde.

"Do you like taking walks to think?" He asked. Cammie nodded, keeping her focus on the grass in front of her. He smiled, thanking God that she wasn't getting upset and overwhelmed. "Me too. Back home, I would go to a small bridge in a park and watch the wind blow leaves across the grass. It was always interesting to watch the dead leaves' adventures across the ground and into the air."

Cammie glanced up at him, not understanding why he was taking his time to talk to her. Usually, people just avoided her in order to avoid problems and chaos.

Grant tilted his head back to look at the stars.

"Did you know, every dead loved one has their very own star?" His voice was calm and quiet. The girl looked up at the stars. "They say, that the first one you see twinkle is a relative. Usually, it's the last person that passed." Cammie looked closely scanning the sky but saw nothing twinkle.

"Do you think my dad has one?" She whispered. Grant sucked in a breath and looked at the broken blonde. She wast paying attention though, too focused on finding her dad.

"I'm positive." She noticed his sure voice, never hesitating and completely solid.

Cammie smiled.

No, it wasn't to him, but it was a smile nothing less.

The two sat in silence. It wasn't awkward or weird but peaceful. A few cars drove by, interrupting the calmness of night for a few seconds before letting the sound of animals take over again. The headlights burnt their eyes but neither one moved.

"You don't have to be afraid, Cammie." Grant whispered after a long period of silence. The girl jumped, not expecting him to talk.

I don't have to be afraid? She asked her self with disbelief. Doesn't he know I can't help it? Doesn't he know I try to be normal?

"How come you can be so different around Zach, but with everyone else, you don't talk or look at them. Even me." Grant knew he was crossing a line. He didn't have to see the tears in her eyes to know that, but he had questions and this might be the only time he could ask her.

Cammie shook her head and got up.

She should have left the moment gray spoke up. She should have just ran back to her house. But she didn't. She had to stay there only to have him ask her too many questions all at once.

"I don't know." Cammie whispered. The boy got up and slowly walked over to her.

"I'm not going to hurt you Cam. Neither will Bex, or Macey, or anyone else. We care about you." The blonde's dam broke causing hot tears to roll down her face.

She knew that. Cammie knew that people cared about her. But she has something wrong with her. He'd never understand.

"I do talk to you." She whispered. Grant shook his head.

"But not like you did with Zach. He told me about what happened. What is it about him that no one else has?" His voice was desperate for an answer. So close. Grant was so close to getting an answer from her. He could finally figure out what it takes to help her. But all hope was lost with the girls next words.

"I don't know."

Liz sat on the couch, ignoring the two girls currently fighting on who was cuter; Nick or Grant.

They were good friends to Cam, but sometimes, the forget who Cam is. She's nt a baby they always have to protect. She just ha a little more going on in her head than other people.

Her phone beeped, bringing Liz out of her thoughts.

Jonas: Hey. Sorry to bother you. Just, you know, wanted to talk?

Liz giggled, loving his rambling even when over texting.

Liz: Oh! You aren't bothering me at all :) What are you up to?

Jonas: Watching TV while Zach tries to desperately plunge his phone out of the toilet. He's got the angle of the plunge completely wrong, and his pressure on it won't do anything for him.

The girl giggled at the star's failure and the fact that Jonas pays attention to that stuff.

Liz: I would have never thought about that. ...hey, I need your help with something.

Jonas didn't reply for a while so Liz decided to lay out her plan in her mind.

Get Cam to see Zach. Get cam to not hate Zach. Get Zach to not be cocky. Get Zach to lean how to treat a girl. Get Cammie to realize not all guys are stupid and bad.

Get them together.

The poor girl would never get anywhere in life if she didn't at least try and get out more. Liz was going to help make things better for her friend. No more sitting on the sidelines. It was time to play the game.

Jonas: Hey, sorry about the wait. Zach dropped his iPod in the toilet while trying to get his phone. Idiot. So, what is this evil plan of yours?

Cammie thought about what Grant said as she walked back to her house.

it wasn't her fault that she hated talking to people. And it wasn't her fault that she hated being touched by people. No, it was the fact that her father want with her anymore. He couldn't protect her from nightmares anymore. He couldn't make her feel better when the bullies cornered her. He left her to fend for herself like a lost kitten in the wild.

Sure, she came out of her shell for a good five minutes with the stupid Pop Star. That didn't mean anything though. It was pure shock. If he hadn't caused her to almost die, she would have ran away from his beautiful green eyes and smile. Wait, no. His hideous green eyes as smile. He was bad news. He was a cocky jerk that didn't care about anyone but himself.

It was all shock.

She hated his perfect teeth.

She hated his soft brown hair.

She hated his eyes.

She hated his beautiful deep voice that flowed through her ears like butter on bread.

And she hated that he has been on her mind more than once since she met him.

"Oh daddy, why can't you be here to help me figure this out?" Cammie asked as she looked up at the stars. "Why can I talk to Grant like I can talk to Lizzy even though I just met him? Why did I have to meet Zach? Why do I have to be so messed up?" Warm tears rolled down her face, dropping to the ground. The salty air felt fresh in her nose as she breathed it in.

There were to many questions. She couldn't handle it. Sometimes, it was so much easier to be alone, because when your alone, the only question is: where did you go?

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A/N! I'M SO SORRY! Please don't virtually kill me!

Okay, I've been like, super-de-duper busy with school junk and home junk and Christmas junk but now I'm sick so I had time to update! (This is the one and only time we are allowed to be thankful for germs and viruses okay?)

i hope this update didn't disappoint. I really think it sucked, but hopefully you liked it better than me.

Sorry for typos, spelling mistakes, and grammar mistakes.

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