ZACH POV

Is it possible to forget all of your problems by just looking at someone? To forget what you have done in the past, and what you will mostly likely do in the future just by looking at one person?

I think it is.

She sat in the passenger side, feet propped up the dash, leaning casually on the center consul. Her bright eyes were covered by sunglasses, and she sung, lightly, along with the radio. Obviously, she didn't think I was listening. She was tan; her hair was lighter from the sun.

She just got off a plane for 18 hours yet she still looked amazing. Her hair was in a ponytail, which I hadn't seen it in since school. She had no makeup, and if she did, it was because she neglected to take it off most nights-usually the reason why there was leftover makeup on for the next day.

We had just got back from a month and a half trip all over the world. We went to Rome, London, Paris, Sicily, and Monte Carlo. Just she and I, but now we were on our way home. Well, to Rachel and Joe's house.

"What road do I turn on to, babe?" I asked.

"Umm-" she looked back to her phone that had the directions. "Here, a left."

I turned on the signal that led to the soon-to-be Solomon household.

Cammie leaned up and squinted at the house numbers. "There, that one," she pointed.

I followed her train of sight, seeing a large, colonial style house with an American flag hanging to the left of the door and navy blue shutters. If there was an apple resting on the window sill, it would look like the house I always wanted to live in as a kid- with a different mother, of course.

I slid the key out of the ignition and opened the door, hopping out of the government issued car that was appointed to us. I slipped my sunglasses on as I walked to the back of the car, glancing around the neighborhood.

It was possibly the most all American neighborhood, in the most all American town. Roseville, Virginia- where the apple pies were sweet and the bitches were bitter.

All American alright.

But, honestly with a name like that, how could you not be 'all American'? Roseville, it just sounds happy and quaint. And come on, Virginia, located 3 short hours away from the capital.

Cammie appeared next to me and popped the trunk door. She smiled at me and I took this as an opportunity to beat her in pulling out the bags.

"I could have gotten those," she pouted, putting a hand on her jetted out hip. I saw a thin, perfectly shaped eyebrow peak out from under her black Ray-bands.

She was now 19 and looked like a spitting image of her mom. Her hair, after being through the hell that was last summer, grew back very different. Now it was cascading down her neck, stopping at her rib cage. It was a dark, mahogany color, shiny and full. Her cheek bones were now much more promenade. And you can't blame a guy for noticing, I mean I just spent almost 2 months alone with her. Her body changed. The events that took place a year ago left her skinny and frail. But, over time she got back to herself- she was in the barn almost every night, gaining back her muscle. Now, she was back to normal, but different in a way. Her curves appeared almost overnight, now they were a Cammie Morgan trademark. Her eyes were possibly the only thing that set her apart from her mother or Aunt. Her eyes here Tiffany teal, a mixture of blue and green with small, interesting flecks of grey.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I pulled out her suit case and leaned closer to her. "I know, but what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't at least try to carry your bags?" I countered and placed a kiss on her forehead.

She opened her mouth to say something but the front door opened with a squeak.

"Cammie? Zach?"

I turned around to see Joe exiting the house and jogging to us.

"Hi! We weren't expecting you for another hour!" he exclaimed, pulling Cammie into a hug.

This was a surprise to me because Joe Solomon doesn't hug. Ever. But, I guess there is an exception for his step daughter.

He shook my hand that wasn't holding Cammie's extremely heavy case. "Our flight was pushed up," I stated.

He chuckled. "Well that's a first. Let's go inside, your mother is so excited."

I got my bag out of the back and Cammie took hold of her computer bag. We followed Joe up to the house that I wanted to hate for its perfectness but couldn't help but love it because it was home-somewhat.

Joe turned to us before opening the door. "Though I have to warn you of something dangerous. Your mom has been cooking all day." He lost his serious expression, the humor taking over.

Solomon seemed different. He was smiling, laughing, and hugging. He was happy-just like he should be.

"Joe?" I heard Rachel's familiar voice ringing from a room.

"Coming," he called back.

We followed him into the kitchen where Rachel had her back turned to us and was poking random buttons on the oven.

"Rach, you'll never guess what happened. I went out to get the mail and I found two kids looking for food," he told her, walking over and turning her around to face Cammie and me with her shoulders.

She looked from Cammie to me, a look of confusion spreading on her face as she tried to remember something. She soon smiled and rushed towards us, pulling us into a hug.

"I've miss you guys so much!" she said, kissing Cammie on the forehead and still hugging me.

When she pulled away she had tears in her eyes.

"Did you have fun?" she asked. "Let's go into the living room and talk all about it!" she cried and ushered us all into another room off of the kitchen.

The living room had 2 cream colored couches facing each other with a glass coffee table in the middle. There was a fireplace on the wall, centered in between two windows and a flat screen TV above it. A large cream rug sat in the middle of the dark, hardwood floors. The couches were decorated with an ensemble of canary yellow and dark brown pillows.

Cammie and I sat on one couch while Rachel and Joe sat facing us on the other.

"How was it?" Rachel asked excitedly.

"We had a really good time," Cammie smiled.

"You were gone almost 2 months- and all I get is nice time?" Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Well, Monte Carlo was my favorite, that or Rome," I started.

"I really loved Rome," Cammie commented.

"How was London? I heard that you stayed a while with Bex and Grant?" Joe asked.

"It was fantastic. Bex and Grant have this lovely apartment-of course they call it a flat-just a few blocks north of the Eye," Cammie said.

"Oh yeah, I saw some picture of it, courtesy of Grace! It looked really nice," Rachel agreed.

Cammie nodded. "They have a little garden on their patio, two bedrooms, and two bathrooms. It's very nice."

"How are they?" Joe asked.

"They're doing well. Bex was just getting settled with the MI6 and Grant was working a lot with some missions," I explained.

"But relationship wise? Are they okay? They both have very strong personalities," Rachel said.

"Oh, I think they are good. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Did you?" Cammie asked, looking back at me.

I shook my head. "No, there was nothing weird going on. I think they're really good for each other."

"They're coming to the States, in about 2 weeks," Cammie added, looking at her mother. "How did Grace take to them living together?"

"Oh she adores Grant, you know that. Abe had a little more trouble coming to terms? Wouldn't you say, Hun?" Rachel said looking back at Joe.

He nodded.

"I don't remember the last time I saw Bex that happy," Cammie recalled.

"Good for her, now what about you two?" Rachel asked. She looked as if she was proud of herself for finally getting down to business.

"What about us?" Cammie asked worriedly, placing her small hand in mine and squeezing.

"Are you going to be living together?" Joe asked uncomfortably.

Cammie and I haven't talked about this, so I don't know where she stands on the subject. But I know where I stand. If it was up to me then we would be.

"Umm-" Cammie said nervously and looked back at me.

"If you want to," I said.

She smiled.

"Do you want to?" she asked surprisingly.

"Yes," I said without thinking. I already knew the answer.

She turned back to her mom and Joe. "Yes. We will."

Rachel smiled at us. "Okay that's settled. You're probably really tired. Why don't we eat and then you can sleep." For that last part, she was referring to the way Cammie was yawning. It was a cute yawn, kind of like a growling baby lion.

Cammie and I followed them to the dining room and Rachel brought in piles of food. We served our self and I tried some of the green beans. A horrible taste engulfed my mouth and I coughed. They all turned to me, so I quickly covered the disgusted look on my face with a smile.

"Delicious, just went down the wrong pipe," I said taking a drink of my water. Cammie giggled to herself and Rachel smiled proudly.

I saw Cammie take a bite of her green beans and the same look took over her face.

"Really good, mom," she lied.

"Thank you kiddo," she smiled.

We watched Joe take the same bite as us and looked for his reaction. But he was a complete mask. Not showing a single emotion, finally he swallowed and smiled. He placed a hand on Rachel's hand, squeezing lightly.

"So good, honey," he commented.

Rachel beamed at all of our 'compliments'. Confidently, she took a huge bite of her food. Her eyes widened and by the expression she was making, we knew she was repulsed.

"Oh my god! This is horrible!" she said, taking a gulp of her wine. "Why did you say this was good?" she questioned.

"We didn't want to hurt your feelings," Cammie laughed.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I know the number for a pizza place. I say we order."

"Yep," Joe nodded, leaning back in his seat looking relieved.

"Cheese please," Cammie called out as Rachel got up and reached for the phone.

While Rachel ordered, Cammie and I cleaned up the table.

We all sat back down waiting for the pizza. Cammie yawned and leaned back on me.

"I'm sorry mom, I know you really wanted to talk and stuff but I'm so tired," Cammie apologized before yawning again.

"Oh kiddo, go! By all means. Upstairs, second door on the right. That's where you guys are staying," she said.

Cammie nodded and left to the room. I heard her feet bound up the stairs.

"Did you have fun over the summer Zach?" Rachel asked.

"An amazing time," I smiled.

Before I could comment anymore my phone rang. "Excuse me," I said.

I took the new phone out of my pocket and saw that Grant was calling.

"Hey what's up man?" I asked answering the phone.

"Hey, nothing really. Did you guys get back okay?" he asked.

"Oh yeah. We are actually at Cams parents' house," I said.

"Good, is Cam there. I need to talk to her," he said nervously.

"What did you do?" I asked, thinking that he screwed up something with Bex and need advice.

"Nothing, I just need to ask her something," he demanded.

"Okay, just a minute."

I ran up the stairs and opened the door to our room. "Here, Grant wants to talk to you." I handed her the phone.

She looked at me questioningly from the bed, laying down. She took the phone and put it to her ear. "Hello?" she answered groggily. "Yeah. I think so. Really? Okay? Yeah I would like too," she said excitedly. She hung up with a huge grin on her face.

"What?" I asked.

"He is going to ask Bex to marry him! And he wants me to help him pick out the ring when they come visit!"

First chapter, after winter break. Takes place after senior year in august.

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Thanks to my amazing beta: Wittykittylizzie!

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