Chapter 1

[Based off of Enchanted by Taylor Swift]

"There I was again tonight,

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place."

I grabbed a water off of the tray of a passing caterer. Then a woman I didn't know greeted me with a smile.

"Cammie! I've haven't seen you since you were a little munchkin, do you know that?" the woman said with a jolly voice. She was like the equivalent to a female Santa Clause, but then again, who was I to judge? I'll leave that part to God, thank you very much.

As she was gushing about how "big I've gotten" and how "much she's missed me", I just fake smiled and nodded, wishing I knew her name. When she cracked jokes, I laughed. When she told me I looked beautiful in the gown I was wearing, I just thanked her and returned the compliment. Madame Dabney would have been proud.

"Darling, I must go get a drink. Care to join me?" the woman asked me, but I shook my head. She just shrugged and sauntered off to the nearest caterer.

I looked around for my mother. I didn't want to be here, no matter how "important this mission was". I wanted to go exit the Grand Hall, find Bex, Liz and Macey, drag them back into our dorms, and Go. To. Sleep. I was about to grab another water in defeat when I saw a pair of gorgeous green eyes follow me. He looked familiar. Oh yeah, and did I mention he was extremely good-looking? No? Then there, he was extremely good-looking.

I just met his eyes and stared, probably grinning like an idiot. He started heading my way but I lost his path, and could only see his shadow in the dim lights coming off of the expensive chandelier hanging above us.

I finally found him−standing in front of me. I looked at him and he greeted me.

"Hey." He said, nodding his head in a manner that all boys have, and girls have yet to figure out.

"Hi, I'm Cammie Morgan." I replied as he held out his hand. I shook it, regretting looking like an idiot and jumping into the conversation. The tall and gorgeous figure leaned against the wall.

"Zach. Zach Goode. So, did your parents drag you here on a "Practice Mission" too?" he asked, putting quotes around "Practice Mission." Wait a second, how did he know I was a spy?

"How did you know I was-" a spy, I was about to say, but I was cut off by the boy.

"Uh, Cammie? This is a CIA formal ball. I hope you're a spy." He said, smirking. I rolled my eyes as we started talking.

At the end of the night, I was purely blissful. Zach was, in a word, enchanting. Cocky and arrogant, but enchanting. Before I left, Zach pryed me out of my mother's death grip.

"Gallagher Girl, wait! I want to stay in touch. Here's my email and number. See ya soon, Gallagher Girl." Zach said as he handed me a slip of notebook paper with an email address and a number on it. Okay, so I know some girls may stay completely calm when a totally hawt boy hands them their number- volunteerilaly- and asks you to call them, but I was SO not one of those girls. I mean, I was like, totally freaking out like a crazy person and blushing a shade of red similar to your average tomato.

I walked into my dorm and found the girls, huddled over some glossy-paged, Celebrity-crushing, boyfriend-bonding, "fab"-fashion-giving magazine. I don't do magazines, the quizzes never end well.

"Macey? Bex? Liz?" I asked, noticing they didn't notice me walking in. Tsk, tsk. They were spies, after all.

"Oh, hey Cam!" Liz chirped. I smiled and waved at her.

"Hey, girlie. How was it? Meet any cute boys?" Macey asked. I turned bright red at that last part. Their faces looked shocked.

"What? That's bloody awesome, Cam! What's his name?" Bex asked excitedly. I took a quick glance at the others before replying, seeing Macey's smug little grin and Liz's dainty Southern smile. I loved my girls.

"Zach. Zach Goode."

That night, I dreamt of Zach. That week, I emailed Zach. I used the phone Liz made especially for Gallagher to text Zach. I practically lived and breathed Zach. It was seriously unhealthy. He was like a bag of chips- he kept making me want more and more. Now I know what it's like to be wrapped up in a boy. I don't know why I acted like this, but Macey had a theory.

"Cam, I know pronounce you… lovestruck." she announced later that week, after all the Zachary Goodeness.

"Lovestruck?" I asked, very confused. Did I love Zach? No, no, no. I was just reeeaaalllly in like with him. I didn't even know him like that...

"No, I'm not lovestruck." I said. "I'm wonderstruck."

"I'm wonderstruck,

dancin' all the way home."

Okay, darling readers. That was my very first ever FanFiction. Love it? Hate it? Read it? Review it?

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SpanishGallagherGirl

P.S. Check out Colonial Differences by an really goode author, cammiekatmaxjackson. She's pretty cool! Shout out to them if they're reading this!

Edit in. – yes. I had to take the song lyrics from this. I know. I don't like it as much. I don't like the fact that I have to change my first ever fanfic just so one reviewer won't report me. I know. But I had to. I don't want to lose my account by any means. So I'm sorry guys. I really, really, really didn't want to have to do this. I didn't. But I had to. I'm so sorry…I really don't want to get reported by a reviewer. She said I have to remove the song lyrics in a week or she'll report me, so. I'm sorry.

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