HELLO GUYS. I don't know if this is good news but this will be the FINALE chapter of the story. I really think 20 chapters are enough to tell their cute story. I don't really want to prolong the agony.

So yes, this is the last. I hope I did justice to ZAMMIE.

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Yeah.

Long live Zammie.

NEXT~TO~YOU

"Cammie, my dear," Mom kissed the top of my head while Dad blew me a kiss. Apparently, they were cooking in the kitchen. Cooking. Oh God. No, please. Please make them let me eat dinner outside.

"Your summer's running out, huh?" Dad grinned at me and I just rolled my eyes. He had to remind me.

"How's your six weeks of summer so far? Do you have any idea what to do with the last week?" Dad grinned again, chopping parsley slowly.

LAST WEEK?

I still got two weeks!

"Uh…my summer's fine. I'm going to chill for the next two weeks."

"What about Zach?" Mom turned to me.

I knew she was going to ask about him. I could feel it even before she even spoke. She'd been a really huge fan of Zach's ever since.

"He's cool, rehearsing for a band number." I said coolly, grabbing for a slice of bread on the counter. My mom hit my hand lightly, eyeing me to drop the bread.

"Don't spoil your dinner, sweetheart." Dad winked.

As if I'd really eat the dinner they were preparing. "Yeah, right." I smiled, dropping the loaf.

"So what's up with Zach?" Mom asked again.

"Band number, right?" Dad interrupted.

I nodded.

"Wow, I'd really like to hear him sing." Mom giggled with Dad.

"Mom," I said flatly. "He doesn't sing. He just plays the drums."

"Oh," Dad shrugged, turning to Mom. "Well maybe there's always first time for everything."

Oh please.

"Nice." I bit my lip, making my way to my room silently. I could hear Mom whispering to Dad.

"Hold up there." Mom said lowly while I was making my way out of the kitchen.

"Yeah?" I turned to her.

"We're going to have dinner with Zach and his mom. Go change, they'll be here in an hour or so." Mom said.

"Mom, I'm—" The last time, we were the ones to go to Zach's house, and now, Zach was to go to our house? Mom was always perfect timing.

"I told you she's going to refuse to come to us." Dad nodded to Mom.

"No. The last time we arranged dinner with them you refused coming. You have to stay here, have dinner with us." Mom said firmly. What could I do, she was the mother?

NEXT~TO~YOU

Well, the dinner was awkward. I wasn't expecting Zach to come but yeah he was there and we sat next to each other. We smiled fakely at each other so that neither of our parents would think something was going on.

But wait a minute, what was going on, exactly?

So yeah I told him I liked him he turned me down, so what? That happens a lot of times. It wasn't actually a rare thing.

Mom, Dad, and Mrs. Goode left Zach and I in the house. Mrs. Goode just informed them about this birthday party of their colleague, and of course, my parents wanted to come. The result was—I was alone with Zach. But that didn't matter a lot because we weren't saying anything to each other anyway and I was in front of the TV and he was nowhere to be seen outside my house. I just wished he'd just leave.

Once in a while I'd check out if his car was gone but it was always there. Why couldn't he just leave? Zach being in my house was just totally pointless.

I flipped onto the channels lamely, my chin rested on my right hand while my left hand did the remote flipping-channel thing. For a moment I wanted to be in school already. Summer was just…very unpredictable and boring. I missed the old times.

"Hey." It wasn't even a cheerful voice. It was as flat as paper.

"Yeah?" I said without turning my head to him.

He bit his lip and moved towards me. He looked annoyed. "Wait," he grabbed for the remote and switched it off. I let out a curse. "I'm gonna show you something."

He was pulling me to the backyard of my house. That was actually my house. Like there was a surprise there, you know the usual romantic roses, candles…ugh.

But there wasn't any change in the backyard. It was still the same. Pool, grass, and all those stuff.

"Do you remember when you pushed me to the pool when we were six?" he asked, not looking at me. I didn't say anything although I could remember it. We were six and we had a fight and I pushed him to the pool, he almost drowned but yeah he didn't. He took swimming lessons so he was able to save himself. Nobody said anything about it. I didn't tell my parents or his parents about it and he didn't too.

He faced me, moving closer. THAT DAMN AFTERSHAVE!

"You never really made up for it, right?" he asked. I just swallowed. Maybe I didn't.

Before I even knew it, I was pushed into the pool. It happened in a split second, I didn't even get the chance to curse him.

What the hell was he thinking? That I would drown? Like that would happen. We both took swimming lessons. And this pool was not too deep to kill me.

In a few seconds, he jumped into the pool too, clothed, like me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you jerk?" I said, spitting water. Yeah I didn't drown but I swallowed liters of water. And it wasn't just water. It was chlorinated water.

"You know I never ever hated you, never. Pushing me to the pool when we were six was the only thing you did that enraged me, and now we're even—" he moved closer to me. I should be doing something else but I just froze in front of him.

It happened again.

For the third time now.

And yes, in the pool.

His lips were so soft and his hands did the most wonderful things in the world—I couldn't even explain. He was kissing me hungrily, I was sure he didn't care if I'd get hurt.

"Now we're even…I can now tell you I like you. Actually that's wrong," he said, his hands firm on both of my cheeks. "I just don't like you. I love you.

WHEN WILL I BE ABLE TO GET OVER THE AFTERSHAVE?

"Always have. Always will." He grinned. "I just—I just didn't think you'd feel the same for me. Because we're best friends and we're supposed to just stay that way. Shit! This started when we were in Sophomore year…you remember the Sophomore Night? When you wore that…ugh! I was like..what the fuck, why am I even best friends with this girl?" he laughed. "I just—I didn't know how to tell you because I knew it would enrage you if you knew. And when you started hanging out with Grant, I just couldn't take it. It sucks."

He didn't hear anything from me.

"Any reaction? Hello…I just said I love you." he laughed anxiously. HE WAS SO CUTE. And the AFTERSHAVE.

Cammie. JUST SNAP OUT OF THE AFTERSHAVE!

"And you had to push me into the pool!" my voice croaked and he was just laughing at me. If he didn't look so gorgeous with his hair flat and wet, I would've drowned him there.

"I knew you'd walk out on me if I start talking so I thought that if you were in the pool, it would be difficult for you to walk out on me." he grinned, pushing me to the wall of the pool. He pushed himself hard on me then started kissing me again. And of course you know what I did. I kissed him back.

He bit my lip.

"Shit!" I said through his kisses and he just laughed to my mouth.

"Blame yourself. You're so kissable." He giggled, kissing me again.

"WHOAA!" a lot of people came rushing from my house, in their swimming attire, they all widened their eyes at us. Macey, who looked so…sexy? in her bikini took a shot of us using her phone.

"That's sneaky, Cammie!" she yelled. "Sneaky!"

Liz' mouth hung open. Damn it, why was everybody in our school even here?

"I told them to come here, don't worry." Zach whispered to my ear, then started nibbling on my earlobe. AND HE STILL HAD THE GUTS TO BE HORNY! "I wanted everybody to know about us so I told them to come over even before all of this happened."

I frowned at him, pulling away. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing. I just want them to know you're taken. And so am I." he grinned.

"Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me?" I said almost inaudibly so only Zach would hear it.

Everybody ignored our supposedly lovers' quarrel and jumped into the pool, throwing drinks at each other. Macey was pushing something that looked like a DJ booth and then Preston was behind her, holding a laptop. It seemed like Preston was going to be the DJ for the very surprise party. So surprising the owner of the house didn't even know about it. I wondered how Mom and Dad would react if they found out.

"Are you mad?" Zach asked, moving closer to me again. "I'm sorry. I just wanted them to know about us already. I can't wait for tomorrow to tell them."

I rolled my eyes. Why was I even mad about this? This was actually what I wanted. It was happening now.

"I planned this, alright?" Zach blushed. "So yeah.." he pulled my body against his again, his hands firmly gripping my waist. "That's alright, right?" he grinned.

I nodded, starting to smile. It was more than alright.

He was kissing me again, and we kissed for hours there in the pool. Everybody was throwing drinks at us because we wouldn't even stop kissing to breathe. It was funny, actually. Kissing Zach like this. We weren't exactly kissing, we were making out. And it was funny because he was my best friend.

"Get a room!" Macey yelled, taking pictures of us again. Bex nodded at me, Grant was beside her. I didn't want to conclude things but Bex and Grant looked like they were—I'd leave it like that.

"Let's just dry up and go somewhere else." I said when I pulled away from his kiss.

"Why?" Zach grinned, catching for his breath.

"This is my house. If my parents see us. If your mom sees us. I'm not ready to explain to them—" he cut me off with a kiss.

"You look so cute when you get nervous." He grinned.

"Well…aren't you?"

"They won't be here soon, okay?"

I frowned and just nodded. Zach licked his lips, grinning wickedly.

"What?" I laughed. He looked dumb.

He laughed too. "Nothing, cutie. You're just so sexy."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure, sure."

Liz giggled at the sight of us, Macey took a lot of pictures (which she'd be posting on her blog, of course), and Grant, he just smiled at me. I thought he already knew even before. That I never really belonged to someone else. I belonged here with Zach.

Next to him.