*Mac's point of view*
I woke up that morning feeling awful. I had dreamt of that horrid memory that haunted me for the past two weeks. Peyton.
"Mac I'm so sorry. I cant do this anymore."
"What? What do you mean?"
"I can't try to love you anymore. It's just too hard."
"How?"
"Mac, I love you more than life itself but I know in my heart you don't feel the same way."
"Yes! Yes I do!"
"Mac don't look at me that way."
"How am I supposed to look at you exactly!?"
"I have to go Mac. My plane is waiting for me."
"Peyton…please…"
"I'm sorry."
I always woke up right after those words. Those horrid words. How could she be so cruel? Even after she knew about Claire. No. My mind told myself. Do not think about her! Another day. I guess I shouldn't let it affect me so much. I face danger and death on a daily basis for God's sake. I am a real life American spy. An assassin of sorts. An ex-Marine. I dragged myself out of bed and got ready just in time for my best friend Danny Messer to invite himself in.
"Hey Mac! Get your ass in gear! Don's waiting for us downstairs."
"Okay, okay I'm coming."
I didn't want to tell Danny about my dream about Peyton. All I want is to find a woman who loves me for who I am. Is that so hard!? I guess so. Especially because of what I do for a living. Trust no one. Well. Or so I thought. Until I met Claire. Beautiful awe inspiring Claire. The love of my life. Or so I thought. Claire, I miss you so much. Thank God for Danny and Don. They have helped me so much. I know I sound like a girl when I say I don't know what I would do without them. I grin at that and am careful Danny doesn't see. I grab my bag and we head out. My mind on that special girl that will turn my life upside down. As expected Don is leaning impatiently against the car.
"What the hell!? Get a move on!"
He try's to put on a serious face but ends up grinning from ear to ear and slaps a hand on my back.
"You know I love you." He says.
I laugh and get in the car. Both Danny and Flack are in the profession I am. All three of us spies in this hideous war against Greece.
*Stella's point of view*
I could hear myself snoring again. Oh God. I thought to myself. I had already woken myself up that night. That stupid dream again.
"Stella you bitch your cheating on me!"
"No I'm not Frankie stop thinking that!
"Shut up you whore!" He grabbed my wrists and pulled me down.
"Ow your hurting me!'
The slap had come out of nowhere and that was what had woke me up. Frankie. I didn't want to dwell on him. Or at least that's what my best friend Jess had told me not to do. I crawled out of bed and headed for my shower. Frankie Wasn't the right guy for you anyway. I told myself. Well than who is? Arg. I laid my head against the wall of the shower. Oh well. It's best I didn't have somebody anyway given what I do for a living. A spy. That's what I am. Somebody the government calls when they can turn to one else. A specials opps agent, an ex CIA agent to boot. At a young age I decided to play a mans game. Inside my heart I know I am terrified I will find no one who will respect that. I try to push that thought aside. Jess is going to be here any minute. I hurriedly get dressed and ready for a long and stressful day. True enough right on time Jess storms through my door.
"Hey sleepy head." She greets with a smile.
"Why hello." I reply kissing her cheek.
"Come on Lind's is waiting."
We both head out to Jess's car and find Lindsey in the back seat. I gave her the biggest smile I can manage. All three of us are troopers. All three of us spies in this heinous war against the United States.
