AN: Um, there's this moth on my ceiling and it looks like it's about to give birth. Or it just died there, right above my head. Anyway, I needed to write this story, use I had this idea while I was going potty. My mom always did say that was my thinking place...haha.

DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE.

It all start out as a revenge plan. That's it, I swear. But it turned out to be way, way more than that. But, I'll just start from the beginning, and tell you WHY I found it necessary to get a little revenge against a boy named Cam Fisher.

Everyone knows him. The boy with one blue eye, one green. Trust when I say that's the only good thing about him. While most people think he's the sweetest, most lovable boy on this planet - think again. I can tell you straight out you're thinking wrong.

And why do I say this? Because Cam Fisher doesn't even have the decency to break up with me before he decides to go out with another girl. He told me he was "going to tell me later" then changed his story to him "forgetting he didn't tell me" and then to yet another story saying "he thought we were already broken up.

Well, obviously someone isn't taking their pills, Cammy boy. Anyway, after he so rudely told me this in the middle of a restaurant, where he was on a very romantic date with a certain Claire Lyons. But I can't blame Claire, she honestly had no idea what was going on.

Claire and I weren't even friends then. We are now, but then, no.

But that wasn't even the end of it. It's the fact that he took the Rolex watch that belonged to my grandfather, and then gave it to her. I gave it to him because I trusted him, and I thought I loved him. Guess I'm not always right, now am I?

Claire was nice enough to give it back.

I didn't want it.

I still took it.

Anyway, now that I had that watch back, what did I do with the 7,000 dollar watch? I flushed it down the toilet. Then I cried for a solid hour or two.

Then he came over. With all my stuff from Cam. He told me Cam wasn't very torn up, and he wanted everything of his that I had, back. I told him to come up to my room with me and help me pack everything back up. And to throw all the stuff I gave him away. He looked at me strangely. I didn't care.

We both went up to my room, and he started looking around, noticing that a lot of his stuff was already in a pile on my bedroom floor.

"What's this?" he asked, fingering a necklace with a huge, gold C in the middle. It dangled in the air, and he swung it back and forth. I told him Claire didn't want it.

"Claire?" He looked at me like I was insane.

"Cam gave it to her." I squeaked. He shook his head, and flipped his black hair.

"Why did he give it to her..." A tear escaped, and rolled down my cheek. He walked over to me and wiped it away gently with his thumb, and then he hugged me. I just stood there like an idiot, his arms around me, stroking my hair.

"What did he do to you?" He whispered in my ear, gently pushing me back, so I was sitting on my bed.

"A lot more than you could ever fix." I sniffed.

"Well, we could try."

And that was when it officially all began.

Author's Second Note: The moth flew away. I got my mom to come kill it. I'm happy. Okay, so it's 5 am and I'm writing this. I know this is a little short, but if I write long chapters everything gets all forced and icky. And btw - guess the pairing and win a prize!

A virtual one, of course.