The Switch: An Allstar Weekend Fanfic

Chapter Thirteen

A/N *Thick southern accent* Hey guys, are ya havin' a nice day? I hope I can make it a bit better if you aren't. But it'd be easier if you just had nice days anyways. That would be so much easier - on me. Enjoy mah story. I made it myself. Okay. Go read. Books are for cool kids. P.S. There's a surprise with a certain younger brother I bet none of ya'll were expecting ;)

               Everyone was waiting for Zach to leave the room. When he finally came out, they pretended like they hadn’t been anxious.

                “What happened Cameron?” Vic asked his older brother.

                “Nothing,” Zach said. “He fell asleep as soon as he hit the mattress.” He didn’t know if that was true or not, but he wished that it was.

                “Weird,” Vic told him. “Usually my bro controls himself a little better. How much did he drink Mike?”

                The group all turned to face Michael now. “He and Riley were doing shots together,” he answered.

                “What kind?” Nathan asked.

                “Vodka.”

                That explains it, thought Zach. He was a beer guy, for the most part.

                “At least he had some fun. I’d love to have seen her face when he puked all over her,” Vic commented.

                Michael shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. Zach was the only one who noticed. “Michael,” he began, “I’m sorry about Riley. She played us all. Are you okay?”

                “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said untruthfully. “I’m just gonna get some sleep. Goodnight you guys.” And with that he walked up the stairs.

                Vic headed up too with a sleepy wave.

                “Wanna stay in my room?” Zach asked Nathan.

                “Sure,” he replied. “But first I need to know. Are you Cameron, or Zach?”

                Zach laughed, “I’m Zach.”

                “Still haven’t resolved anything?” Nathan asked.

                “Dude, we have a lot to talk about,” Zach replied.

                They walked upstairs together and stayed up most of the night discussing the past few months.

                Cameron woke up to a horrible pounding inside his head. “Ugh,” he cried out unwillingly. Everything around him hurt. There was brightness around his eyes and he rolled over onto his stomach to bury his face in the pillow. It was when his arms hit the soft mattress that he realized he was alone. Abby was gone.

                He tried opening his eyes, but closed them immediately. Waiting for them to adjust, he lay still for a minute blinking rapidly. When the pain was dull enough to where he thought he could handle it, he opened them again and looked around. He turned his head slowly so the throbbing wouldn’t overwhelm him.

                The first thing Cameron saw was a small note on the bedside table with a bottle of Advil resting next to a tall glass of water. He reached for the glass and the pills. After taking two he read the note: