Chapter 31- Sweet Talkers

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Chapter 31 (I can’t believe I’m up to 31 chapters already!)- Sweet Talkers

The next morning

Zach pov

I woke up to the sound of yelling. My first instinct was to roll over and ignore my blaring alarm clock. Why is my alarm the sound of someone yelling (and quiet loudly) you might ask? Long story short, I put blue hair dye in Bex’s shampoo (don’t ask how I managed to get it in there) and she teamed up with Liz to change my alarm on my phone to some girl screaming her head off. Liz denies she was involved but no matter how much I tried I couldn’t change it back no matter how much I tried. There was only one person I know who can do something like that. It was obvious Liz was somewhat involved in the revenge. Maybe I shouldn’t have put the dye in her shampoo I thought as the alarm refused to stop and I couldn’t roll over.  

I groaned pushing whatever was blocking my path. I need to roll around as weird as it sounds. I was too sleepy to understand what my alarm was saying. Did I forgot to mention that each day the shouting is a different clip from various horror movies? So I literally wake up to a woman screaming her head off because she is about to die from her own clumsiness. I have nothing against horror movies, but after listening to Bex’s prank day after day I can’t stand them.

I moved closer to whatever was blocking me from rolling around the bed. Although it prevented me from gaining access to my rolling space, it was warm, soft and squishy. I was about to groan again from all the noise (which didn’t stop yet) when a series of giggles reached my ears. Obviously it wasn’t me who giggled, was it? I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind, it was too early to think clearly. But on a serious note who laughed?

Aren’t I at home safe and sound in my room? I started to panic. Ok Zach calm down I thought. What was the last thing I remembered? Something happened last night. There was a crash…Then it all became clear. I remembered going to see Cammie in her room sweat dripping from my forehead in anticipation and nervousness. We talked, or mostly I talked and eventually we fell asleep next to each other on her hospital. That means the squishy thingy (yes I just used the word thingy) next to me was Cammie. Whoops, I hope she’s not mad I tried squishing her, and now that I think about it, I may have accidently kicked her in the middle of the night.

Reluctantly I opened my eyes to see a beautiful pair of blue ones staring back at me. Her eyes had a mischievous glint in them and from the look on her face I would say she was trying to hold in her laughter. My eyes quickly adjusted to the bright light of the hospital room, and it was then that I realized Cammie and I weren’t alone. There was a nurse in the corner of the room with the door and by the looks of it he was angry. I guess I was wrong about the alarm clock, my phone was in my pocket safe and sound. The yelling came from the nurse. She was screaming her head off it was hard to understand her words. I kind of wanted to yell at her “ENOUNCIATE!” but decided against it last minute, it would only make things worse. I had to strain my ears to hear what she was saying. I could only get bits and pieces but managed to put most of it together.

“What are you doing in here?”

“Who let you in?!?”

 “VISITING HOURS ARE OVER!”

 “THIS IS A HOSPITAL NOT A CLUB!”

“YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF FOR DOING THAT!”

“WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS?!?”

“DO THEY KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE?!?”

“YOU BETTER NOT COME BACK HERE TO GIVE BIRTH!”

The last one almost made me crack up. Is that what she think we did? I looked down to see the covers covering us completely. I can see why she assumes that but we did nothing. Now I can see why Cammie was stifling her laughter. At least now I know it wasn’t my alarm, which honestly was a relief. Anyway I got up removing the covers from both of us allowing her to see us fully clothed. I saw her turn a weird shade of red before walking up to me (insert groan here) and questioning my endlessly.

“Who let you in here visiting hours have ended!?” She asked spitting slightly on my face which needless to say was disgusting especially since it was a stranger. From this view I got a better look of what the nurse looked like from this angle. She was short with black wavy hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She was wearing a pair of green medical scrubs and held a file in her hands.

“No one was in the waiting room last night to tell me visiting hours were over so I went to her room, we fell asleep next to each other, and no one came to tell me.” I explained nonchalantly. The nurse frowned at me and pointed towards the door.

“Well now you know. Out” I sighed walking to the door. I paused just before I was about to exit the room. Deciding to be bold for an unknown reason I turned around and said “Bye Gallagher girl.” I turned around quickly enough to see her give me a weak smile. As soon as the worlds escaped my mouth I wanted to take them back.

I walked out of the room briskly scolding myself mentally. Why did I have to go and do something stupid? Every time something is going right for once I have to go and mess it up.  Why did I have to call her Gallagher girl? Why did I have to go and brig up the past? I think she was starting to forgive me or perhaps it was a figment of my imagination. Anyway I think my remark ruined it all. What if it was too early to bring it up? What have I done?

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, Cammie’s hospital room didn’t have a clock. Imagine my surprise when it was 12:30 pm. I was half-expecting it to be early in the morning around 7 or 8.

I knew I was forgetting something, if only I had the thing Neville had in Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone. (A/N: Any fellow potterheads out there?) Then I remembered, today was a school day. It was safe to assume I missed almost half my classes. By this point I was at the hospital exit. From the corner of my eye I saw the saw the same nurse from before watching me walk out. Lurch much. Anyway I decided there was no point in me going to school now, I might as well take the rest of my day off.

I have to admit that last night was one of the bet night’s sleep I had in a while. Which is kind of surprising considering hospital beds aren’t known for their comfort. I have a theory but I rather keep that to myself.

It was then that I realized I had no car. No car meant I had no other way then going home besides walking. That thought made me wonder. Where will I go? Going home will end up with me sleeping for another 6-9 hour only to wake up extremely grumpy. The best plan I could think of at the moment was to wander around town. At least it was better than going to school.

I walked around having no set destination in my mind, rather letting my feet take me wherever they choose. I found out soon enough that walks are a great time for thinking. I let my mind wander, thinking about almost everything and anything until it focused on one particular subject.

Last night I told Cammie that I still care deeply for her. I know she knows that I still like her, heck I think I might even love her. And I know that she knows that I know that she likes me too otherwise I wouldn’t be thinking about this in my head. Back to the topic of emotions, I feel guilty for what I’ve done to Cammie. If I didn’t kiss her and tell Josh about it than none of this would have happened. Sure she would be with Jimmy (are they still together?) but she would be happy and that’s all that counts. I told her that I would support her decision no matter what it would be, but it won’t stop me from trying which was true. Of course I want her to pick me but if she wants to be with Jimmy so be it. However it won’t stop me from trying. I have to try and win her back. And I have the perfect plan.

Worst case scenario I would be the one who gets hurt. I guess that’s karma for what I’ve done to Cammie.

Without even knowing I found my way to the center of town. Normally it would be busy and today was no exception. For some odd reason I thought about Bex and her weird fascination about us being spies. I find the whole thing bizarre, how can we of all people become spies? Well I can see Liz as a spy with her high intelligence and computer skills. Now that I think about it Bex and Macey could be good operatives with their strength, good reflexes and intellect. I guess her idea isn’t as weird as it sounds.

I made my way over to the flower shop. Time to set my 3-step plan into motion. Cammie here I come.

~7 hours later~

“I’m sorry sir visiting hours have just ended, I’m not allowed to let anyone in.”  I sighed at this point I wouldn’t get to see Cammie until dawn. My timing is just perfect I thought sarcastically. I should really write down the visiting hours, seriously this is such a hassle. Its ok I reassured myself, I just have to come up with a plan in the next 5-10 seconds. No pressure.

I quickly looked around as if to find something that would help me. Ah ha I thought, as my eyes landed on a stack of romance novels on her desk as well as a Shakespeare play open on her lap. It seems this receptionist is a bit of a romantic. This should be fun I thought as I cleared my throat to show my presence. She looked up at me with an expression that more or less said “your-still-here?” I wanted to roll my eyes but decided against it, it wouldn’t get me any closer to my goal.

“You see the girl in room 113 is my girlfriend” I lied although wished it were the truth, however that’s beside the point. “I was devastated when she got into a car crash” Not a lie. “I need to see her and tell her I love her, I can’t go a day without seeing her beautiful face or looking into her mesmerizing blue eyes or hearing her angelic voice”. Not a lie. “Love sought is good, but given unsought is better” I said quoting Shakespeare, just to top it off.

She was interested by my story leaning in closer to her desk and from this angle I could tell that she was clutching her book tightly in her hands. A little sweet-talking can go a long way. “So can I visit the love of my life?” She didn’t hesitate in nodding her head vehemently clutching her play to her chest with a weird smile on her face.

I gave her a thankful smile and made my way down the hall to a room that held my precious Cammie. Before I can begin to question myself for what I had thought I found myself outside the room.

I opened the door cautiously, hopefully there were no nurses in there.  Thankfully luck was on my side as I found the room empty except for Cammie. “Hey” I greeted startling her slightly. Her head turned in my direction and the frown she had on her face immediately disappeared. The observation brought my own smile to my face. Have I ever mentioned that when she smiled it brightens up the whole room?

“Zach!” She said her voice full of excitement. I love it when she’s happy. As cliché as it sounds, when she’s happy I’m happy. And at times like these when I know I am the reason for her happiness (as arrogant as it sounds), it gives me a feeling I never felt before. The only adjective I can use to describe it was bliss.

I walked over to her bed and gave her a quick hug, careful not to squish her. She still looked so fragile in the bed surrounded by all the machines and IV’s attached to her. I pulled the flowers that I was hiding from behind my back and held them out to her. Her eyes lit up ever more if that was possible. “These are for me?” She asked breathlessly. Cammie looked up from the flowers asking me how I knew what her favorite flowers were. I smirked before sitting on the edge on her bed again.

“Cammie, Cammie, Cammie. I’ve known you for as long as I can remember, of course I know what your favorite flowers are.” She rolled her eyes, “So in other words Liz told you.” I held my head in shame causing her to laugh. She surprised me with a kiss on the cheek. Her lips lingered there longer than they should have. Her lips were as soft as I remembered.

“It’s the thought that counts.” She reminded me. I couldn’t help but smile. Every little thing she does is amazing. She has this certain vibe that lights up a room whenever she walks in. “But that’s not all I brought” I told her slightly smirking. Cammie gave me a question look, wondering what I had in store for her. Reaching into a pocket of my jacket I pulled out a stack of movies. She gasped looking through all of them. I admit they were mostly Pixar movies but who can resist a movie like toy story?

“Toy Story, Monsters Inc., Wreck it Ralph, Finding Nemo, Up, A Bugs Life. Zach this is amazing.” She reached out to hug me. Of course I hugged her back. This made me wonder, was Cammie being very, how do I put this, physical? Or is it just me? However I can’t complain, she gives the best hugs.

“So which do you want to watch first” I saw her smirk (it looks like I’ve rubbed off on her) and open the case of Wreck it Ralph.

Surprisingly we barely watched the movie during the time it was playing. We just talked and talked, mostly about the randomest (if that’s even a word) things. One reason for this might be due to the fact that we wanted to take our minds off what’s been troubling us. It worked seeing as how I barely had any time to think about my worries and problems (like my English paper due tomorrow). One minute we were talking about collages and the next what type of bears are the best.

Currently the topic of the moment was what our favorite trees were. She said hers was oak trees because her dad used to have this huge oak tree with a hammock and when she was little he would make up this game with her.

“He told me the hammock was a pirate ship and the ground was the ocean.” She had this sad smile on her face as she told me some of the memories of her past. Tears brimmed her eyes as she remembered her father. “He would shake the hammock and I could onto whatever I could to keep from falling. It’s not like he would let me fall to the ground, he would never put me in danger.” She paused for a minute, struggling to keep her tears from falling. “I would scream with joy whenever I would get close to floor which was just my imagination. He would gently rock it but to a 5 year old it held a different perspective. My mother would come out and scold us but with a smile on her face so we knew she wasn’t mad.” By this time a couple of tears had leaked out and stated to fall down her cheeks.

I, having the experience that I’ve had with crying women (that’s a story for another time), didn’t know what to do. So I followed my instincts and hugged her whispering soothing things into her ear.

“I miss my father.” She told me once she calmed down a bit. “I love Joe, he makes my mom happy and does everything a father is supposed to do, but I can’t help but miss him so much.” I brushed away a stray tear from her eyes.

“It’s ok to miss him.” I said in a soothing voice. “The ones that love us never really leave us and you can always find them in here” I took her hand and put it over her heart. She giggled. “I know where you got that from” I rolled my eyes, that’s such a Cammie thing to do. I checked the time on my watch. Crap it’s 10pm I have to get home soon, I can’t miss school tomorrow either.

“I have to go, I have to go to school tomorrow.” I stood up reaching for my jacket. She nodded looking a little sad. “I promise I’ll be back tomorrow.” Her eyes brighten up at the sound of my promise. I kissed the top of her head before giving her a card sealed in an envelope. I really hope she reads it. With that given I walked out of the room telling her goodnight.

A/N: What do you guys think of the cover for this story? I was thinking of changing it but it’s so hard to come up with one. Anyway don’t forget to comment and vote if you liked this chapter!!