I pulled up to the large estate that was the McHenry's home. It was Friday, so Macey was probably having her weekly dinner with her parents. I impatiently knocked on the door, and whispered "Come on, come on, come on," the entire five seconds it took for someone to answer the door.

"Yes?" the butler, Geoffrey asked, always polite.

"Hi, Geoffrey. Is Macey here?" I rushed the words out. I was fidgeting so much, it looked like I really had to go to the bathroom.

"Yes, but I'm afraid she is occupied at the moment, Mrs. Goode."

"Can you tell her I'm here? Trust me, she'll come."

He nodded, and strode back into the house. I walked in, and sat on one of the benches.

"Cam?" she asked, walking towards me. "Are you okay?" She looked at me, her eyes full of concern.

"Yeah, I just really needed to talk to someone. Your name was the first that popped into my mind." I chuckled slightly as I said that last part.

"Okay, let's go upstairs." We walked up to her old room, and sat on the bench. "Spill."

I told her what had just happened, and how confused I was. Why did Zach just suddenly decide to forgive me? was the biggest question running through my mind at the time. The words just seemed to pour out of me.

"Okay, okay, I get it," she said, motioning for me to stop. I tended to go into too much detail when I was frazzled. I nodded my head quickly.

"What do you think happened to him? I mean, why is he acting like this?" I asked breathlessly.

"Hmm, well I think something must've happened. He had to have seen something, something so strong that he reacted like this," she said, still looking as if she was deep in thought. "But what?" Macey whispered to herself.

"I don't know," I whispered.

After 2 minutes and 36 seconds, Macey slung herself upright with such a force I was startled. Something must've clicked. "Wait, you said he kept bugging you about eating something?" she asked excitedly.

"Yeah," I replied, still not understanding where she was going with this.

"Lift up your shirt," Macey commanded.

"Excuse me?" I asked, shocked.

"Not like that, Cam," she rolled her eyes. "I just want to see something."

"Okay...," I said, reluctant. I lifted up my shirt halfway, stopping at my chest.

"That's what I thought," Macey whispered, her eyes sad.

"What?" I asked, looking down at my stomach. "What is it?"

"Have you been eating, Cammie?"

"Of course." What kind of question was that?

"Are you sure? 'Cause your ribs would beg to differ." Huh?

I looked down at my stomach again, but this time, I payed closer attention to the rib area. She was right. My ribs were protruding, and clearly visible.

"When did this happen? How did this happen?" I asked myself.

"Well, I'm guessing the trauma of the magnitude of the fight between you and Zach just was too much. You just shut down, gave up." Her eyes were full of sympathy. "Zach must've seen it, and he just responded in the only way he knew."

"Zach," I whispered. He saw what happened to me. What I had been doing to myself. He must've blamed himself. "I have to go," I whispered, backing towards the door. "Thanks, Macey. You're a really good friend."

She smiled. "No problem."

~ZC~

I closed the bedroom door quietly behind me, trying not to make any noise. The room had been turned back into it's normal ambience. I tip-toed over to the bed, where I found Zach sleeping quietly. He looked just like an angel when he slept. I loved to just sit, and watch him sleep.

I sat down next to him, and stroked his hair, letting my hand trail down to his cheek.

"Mmm," he mumbled, turning his head into my palm. I smiled, and leaned down to kiss his forehead. He smiled slightly in his sleep, and sighed. I layed down, and cuddled myself into Zach's strong arms. Soon enough, I fell asleep.

~ZC~

I was woken to the delicious aroma of french toast. "Mmm, Zach?" I asked, still somewhat asleep. I squinted my eyes open enough to see Zach smiling down at me. I sat myself upright, and rubbed my eyes.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Hungry?" I looked in front of me. There was a plate of french toast, maple syrup, and orange juice. I smiled. He still hadn't given up on getting me to eat something.

"Yes. I am very hungry," I replied, digging into my breakfast. Once I was done, Zach gave me a little squeeze, kissed my temple, and whispered, "I love you," in my ear.

"I love you, too." I gave him a kiss on his lips, thinking it would only be for a couple seconds, but Zach pulled me in for a longer kiss.

Once he released me, I chuckled, "That was nice."

Zach chuckled. "Oh, I just remembered," he exclaimed. "Close your eyes." I obeyed, and waited. I felt Zach shift, and wondered what he was doing. "Okay, you can open them now." I opened my eyes, and saw a beautiful diamond necklace lying in Zach's hand. The Montenegro.

"Zach," I breathed. "I can't believe you took that. You're gonna get in so much trouble if anyone finds out."

"You don't like it?" he asked, knowing I did.

"Of course I like it. I love it, but it's not worth you getting fired."

"Well, we'll just have to make sure no one finds out then, won't we?" he smirked. I shook my head and sighed. Nothing ever worries him. He began bringing the necklace around my neck.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I want to see how it looks on you." Once he latched the lock, he looked at me, and whispered, "Beautiful." He kissed me again, for a long time on the lips.

Zach pulled back and smiled at me, looking deep in my eyes, and I couldn't help but smile back. After a couple minutes, though I looked away, embarrassed at my thoughts.

"What?" Zach chuckled at my small blush.

"Nothing," I said quickly.

"Come on, tell me," he begged. "I won't laugh. Promise."

Knowing full well he would laugh anyway, I decided to tell him what I was thinking of. "I just ate three pieces of french toast, and I'm still hungry." It feels as though I haven't eaten in weeks I thought wryly to myself.

"Really?" he chuckled, not seeming surprised. "I'll go make some more." As he was getting up, I pulled him back down by his arm.

"I don't want you to go." I looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes, silently begging him to stay. It had been so long since we had been like this with each other.

"I'll only be ten minutes," he assured, kissing my forehead.

"Fine," I sighed, freeing his arm. Zach chuckled and walked downstairs. I counted the minutes, down to every last second. Just as I counted ten, Zach appeared in the doorway.

"I told you," he smirked. He layed the plate down in front of me, and put his arm back around me. I quickly scarfed down the food, and felt instantly better. Once I was done devouring the toast, Zach whispered in my ear, "Why hadn't you been eating the past month? I mean, we've got into fights before, but you've never done anything like that."

I looked down at my hands, and played with them as I spoke. "We haven't gotten into a fight like that. I mean, you wouldn't talk to me at all, and every time I'd enter the room, you'd just either ignore me, or leave the room altogether. I've never seen you that mad. You must hate me." Tears had formed, and they dropped from my eyes to my hands.

"Oh Cammie," he sighed, pulling me into his arms, allowing me to bury my face in his chest. "I don't hate you. How could I?"

"I made you cry," I sobbed into his shirt.

Zach sighed. "We all have weak moments. You weren't exactly supposed to see that." I sniffled. Zach pulled my face into his hands, and wiped away my tears so I could see him clearly. He looked deep into my eyes again, and said, "I love you, nothing will change that. Ever."

I nodded. "I love you, too. I would never do anything to jeopardize that." I looked at Zach.

"I know," he whispered.

After a couple minutes of silence, I asked, "Do you want me to explain the whole Justin thing?"

Zach thought about this for a minute, but then shook his head. "Nah. I'd rather just focus on us. The present us." I mouthed "Kay," and snuggled myself back into Zach's defined chest.

"It feels really good to be back here," I said.

"I know what you mean," Zach chuckled. "I love the feel of you."

"Me too," I said, tracing his washboard abs. I sighed, and leaned up to kiss his neck. "Don't we have to go to work?" I asked, suddenly remembering the outside world.

"I called us in sick. There isn't really anything going on anyway." He smirked, and moved his fingers to my legs. "And besides, we can do other things now. We have more than enough time." I laughed. Yup, it was good to have Zach back.

i think this is gna be the last chap. im thinking of doing another fanfic tho, so keep me on author alert. i dont really no wat else to do with this story. this is what the story plot was, and this is how i saw it ending.