Cello, mon amie!

Rude! Why are you so mean to me, Matlin? But, ew. I don’t want a pumpkin spice latte.

I'm sorry, Campbell Saunders. What can I do to make it up to you? You have to try their chocolate chai latte. It is pure heaven.

Yeah, I thought it was a pretty sweet deal! You don’t seem to enthused, but I could just be anxious. Good I brushed them for you, heh.

What was your end of the bargain? You're just anxious. We can go out for some fancy French coffee and croissants. Shouldn't you brush them anyways?

Yeah.. Gross. You should be complaining.

You're the grossest thing I've ever met. Maybe a pumpkin spice latte could help you.

I think so, yeah. Lights? That should be a good one.

So, what genres do you like to listen to?

That's nice of them. I'm happy.... just really, really surprised. Your teeth are fine, Zig. 

Are you surprised to see me? I hope you didn’t wet your pants or anything! I just wanted to do something special for you.. so here I am!

Zig was mad, to say the least. Never in a million years did he think that Tori and Cam would be the types to cheat, especially with each other, but he didn’t have much to say about it all. He never really liked Cam, and he never thought he was a good fit for Maya. Zig genuinely did like Tori, but his tolerance for her slowly began to be erased as he learned about this new side of her that he had never scene. He needed to be strong, though. Not just for himself, but for Maya, too. He could tell that she was caught off guard that her seemingly perfect boyfriend would do such a thing, and he didn’t want her to be hurt. This whole thing was stupid, and he just wished that they could go back in time and stop themselves from even dating the two. They deserved each other, and he just had to keep reminding himself of that. Zig agreed to go out with Maya for the night, and he was excited to finally get out of the house and get his mind off things. He was tired of thinking and stressing, and he just wanted to have some fun again. Stripping off his shirt, he roamed around his room and looked for a clean one, slipping his arms through and then his head, straightening it into place. He ran a comb through his hair, making it look neater than it was and smiled at himself in the mirror, happy with his own appearance. He told his mom where he was going, and she gave him a bag of ketchup potato chips, Maya’s favorite, and a few candy bars.

Maya turned her head nonchalantly to greet the voice that had called her name. "Zig!" she jumped up and scanned the items in his hands. "Mama Novak is a wise woman," the blondie said with a small laugh, watching Zig kick the grass. "I'm fine, how are you?" She put a caring hand on his shoulder, rubbing his arm. "They don't matter though, we have each other and a huge supply of junk food. The day couldn't get better." Maya linked her arm in his and grabbed her own bags of chips as they headed down the park pathway. It felt nice to have her arm attached to the crook in his, it gave her a sense of comfort. She knew Zig was there for her, and that he genuinely cared. The thing with Cam is that she didn't know who he was inside, their entire relationship was just trial and error. Maybe Cam just wanted to experiment, he was a teenage boy after all. But Cam also knew that Maya was in love with him, and he had her wrapped around his finger. Anger began festering within her, but it only took one look at Zig to stop her from boiling over.

We should go to a concert together or something soon! Y’know, since we can’t really play them anymore.

Campbell’s head moved slightly, indicating that he had heard Maya’s sweet, angelic voice. “Right! As long as you’re sure. I mean, I have my own money and everything, so you don’t have to pay.” He continued to babble on, giving the girl every opportunity possible to back out of paying for his meal. He couldn’t help but notice everything that had changed about the blonde—and an awfully lot had. Her sense of style, she had obviously gotten more taller and developed. Cam quickly darted his eyes away, not wanting her to notice that he was staring. He hadn’t been trying to gaze at the girl, but it was hard not to when he found her absolutely gorgeous. He did his best to push those thoughts away, reminding himself that the two were only friends. And that was most likely how it would always be. Maya probably had some guy with a bunch of muscles and tons of confidence wrapped around her finger; she wouldn’t want a runt like Campbell Saunders. “Those were the days.” The boy sighed in reminiscence. He could recall the early years fairly well, and missed them greatly. He would do anything to go back to his carefree days—even if it was just for a day.

"But I want to pay!" Maya said with a gentle laugh, rummaging through her wallet to get her money ready first. She slammed the two 20 dollar bills on the table, sticking her tongue out at Campbell. He had that strange, void look in his eyes, the kind of look he got when he was deep in thought. Hopefully he was thinking about how much fun he was having. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, gazing shyly towards the puppy boy. She thought about how he probably was in love with a tall, beach blonde girl who actually knew how to put makeup on and she was in love with him too. No way would her childhood friend ever like her. Not a lot of words had been spoken for a few moments, and her heart skipped a beat every time she looked up and her eyes met his. "A lot. Everyday." Maya twiddled her thumbs, awkwardly trying to make conversation again. He could definitely tell she liked him. She wasn't even going to lie to herself anymore. 

Oh nothing special, except that Eli is finally went to college. Otherwise I’m fine too, just a little lack of him but I’m fine thanks for asking. What’s the news?

Having long distance relationships is always hard. Nothing really, but I got a brand new cello! Not that that's of any interest to you.

Yes.. is that a bad thing? Should I go change my name? 

Depends on how you want to look at it. Uh, I was Campbell Saunder's girlfriend?...

Possibly.. But who cares? If anyone made fun of you, you could like just pick them up and throw them! Back in the day? How old are you eighty? It’s okay, I’ll teach you.