I'M BACK BISHES. AND I'VE GOT MORE GALLAGHER GIRLS.
"Cameron!" Grant hissed as he pokes his head in his sister's room.
Something- or rather someone moved under the large pile of blankets.
Grant sighed before a sneaky smile crossed his face.
He tiptoed as silently as he could towards Cammie's dresser and reached out to pluck the keys.
"You better not be in my room, Grant"
Grant froze, a panicked expression covering his face as he backpedaled to the door quickly.
"What?" he feigned surprise. "Why would you think I'm in your room?"
A blonde head poked out from the mound of blankets on the bed, and Grant could see that his sister was glaring at him.
"What do you want, Grant?"
He sighed, "My friends and I need a ride to a candy shop"
He could tell that she was interested- nobody loved m&m's more than the Morgan's, but she narrowed her eyes at him.
"And how would a candy store be opened at this hour?"
Grant rubbed the back of his neck "We're going to… break in"
He winced, expecting Cammie to yell for their mom, but he she did something that completely surprised him.
She jumped out of bed and pulled on leggings and a hoodie before heading to the adjoined bathroom to most probably wash her face.
"You're not going to rat me out to mom?" he asked, honestly shocked.
Grant had been grounded last week (meaning no car, no electronics, and absolutely no Rebecca Baxter) because he failed a math test on which he knew all the answers to.
He would've gotten an A, really, but Bex just had to wear a lacy back shirt that day.
"Of course not." Cammie said, appearing again, this time with a tooth brush in her mouth and paste flying out in little sparks.
"I do owe you, remember?"
Oh Grant remembered, alright. Cammie had gone through some breakup with Josh Abrams last week, and Grant was the one to spend all of his allowance on cheesy movies and m&ms.
And, obviously, get a new punching bag named Josh.
But Cammie didn't know that last part.
But Grant knew it wasn't because of that that Cammie was agreeing to drive him and his barbaric friends.
His eyes narrowed. "You have a crush on one of my friends, don't you?"
Cammie's cheeks tinged a slight rose color, which grant would've missed if not related to the girl for his whole 18 years.
She used that time as a perfect opportunity to spit out her paste and gargle, before throwing her unruly hair into a lazy bun and applying deodorant.
"Of course I don't" Cammie says, brushing past him and grabbing her keys and phone.
She glanced at the time and scowled.
"So it was necessary to do this heist at two in the morning?" She asked.
Grant shrugged. "It makes you feel more badass."
Now I realize I owe a HUUUGE apology to all of you who have been waiting on my other books, but I don't have the inspiration to continue them.
Hey, don't be sad, watch some Gotham!
Yes, yes, I have matured and become a more modest, intelligent, grown-
OHMIGOD LOOK IT'S JARED PADELECKI.
Anyways, let's see where I get with this story, shall we?
This chapter is much shorter than what they soon are going to be, so don't worry.
(You guys are also free to adopt any of my old stories, just PM me.)
