Disclaimer: Ally Carter owns. She is the barbie and I am the mere child who dresses her up and takes her on dates with Ken. Or something like that.
This story kicked my butt to China. It was effortless to write. When I had to save it though - that was a whole other story. One that I would not like to repeat. Exiting off browsers, accidentally closing the tab, the computer dying, getting logged out when I'm saving it. It was like I wanted to write the story but the story did not want to be written. Well to bad it's finished so ha.
P.S - I am beta-less (kind of, I guess) so don't grill me if the grammar isn't perfect. There is no such thing as perfection anyway, it's just a made up word your parents tell you so you'll do better in school and clean your room once in a while. Moving on . . .
"You left your undies on the floor again."
"Oops, my bad."
"You want to pick it up maybe?"
"No. Not really. Can you do it for me?"
"Do I look like a maid to you?"
"You can be anything you want to princess. You can even be a maid if you want. Maybe we can get you 'lil male maid uniform. Oh! I can be your horny employer and 'cause I pay you I can flirt and stare unabashedly at you until you give in to my irresistible charm. Then we can have hot sex on the kitchen counter!"
"Have you been inhaling illegal chemicals in Liz's lab again?"
Now if I wasn't doped up on loopy chemicals I might have the decency to look a bit ashamed. But I was so I didn't.
"Well we needed to talk and I couldn't talk with the mask on, therefore ruining the whole purpose of me being there so I took it off." I shrugged like it was completely normal to expose myself to chemicals that may or may not have long lasting, damaging effects on my brain. Sadly, it was a completely normal occurrence for me.
"What are the effects?" Zach sighed giving me a disapproving look as he crossed his arms then leaned against the door frame.
"I have no idea but it's like I'm floating on a fucking cloud!" I giggled happily smiling like a lunatic. Zach responded with a blank look. He was not amused. Fun sucker.
We both decided to enter a staring competition at that moment. It ended eight seconds later after a very boring eye conversation that went like this.
This is not funny.
You're not being fun.
Cammie can you be serious for a second before I have a fucking aneurysm.
You're no fun you bitch.
"It was a multi-purpose prototype, completely harmless. She said the worst that might happen would be that I get a few dizzy spells. So stop being such a worry wart Mom, " I teased, ruffling his hair that was way to pretty and soft for a boy. I always told him he should've been a hair model instead of a spy. He'd make millions with that gorgeous, unruly mop of his.
I plopped down on the couch and pulled off the death-trap shoes before flinging them next to the coffee table. My feet decided that they needed to tell me how much of a terrible person I was and promptly cursed me into oblivion for putting them through hell. They then thanked me for not letting them suffocate and turn blue. Can you say bi-polar? I can, bi-polar.
Even though the shoes were evil and made my feet hate me, they were still freaking expensive and I felt bad for treating them like a pair of flip flops that you get for two dollars on the boardwalk, so I got up and rested them back on their soles softly then patted them gently.
I'm petting my shoes. My sanity has now left the building, he shall be missed dearly.
"Do the two of you need a moment? Because I can leave if you want?" I looked up at Zach who was giving me his signature smirk as he searched through our movie collection.
"I'm sensing some hostility here. Green is definitely not your colour Goode." That was a complete lie actually green actually looks really good on him since it compliments his skin tone and brings out the colours in his eyes. Note to self, spend less time with Macey.
"Funny," he deadpanned looking at me with a blank face. I huffed lifting myself from the couch as my feet protested to being used once more. Suck it up bitches, you're there for a reason.
"Hey I'm gonna take a shower and change okay?" Zach grunted in response. I rolled my eyes at his caveman antics. "It's my pick tonight by the way," I called as I sprinted towards the bathroom, trying to avoid contact with the cold hardwood floors as much as possible.
I heard him groan from behind me and I couldn't help the mischievous smile that crept across my face. "Please don't, please don't, please don't ..." he chanted desperately which just made me smile even more.
"We're watching P.S I Love You," I sang tossing my head over my shoulder to see him looking at me pleadingly. "Don't look at me like that mister!" I admonished.
"You made me watch the Bourne Triology last week. Again. For the seventh time. We're watching the P.S I Love You , end of discussion." I shut the bathroom door and turned out the shower effectively tuning out Zach's pleading.
"Are you crying?"
"No," I sniffled trying to inconspicuously wipe my eyes. Thirty minutes into the movie and I was looking worse for wear. Sloppy ponytail, big sweater, a pair of shorts and mismatched socks, now to top it off I had red eyes and tear tracks. Joy to the world.
Zach simply handed me the box of Kleenex tissues on the coffee table that he brought out before the movie started. It's not my fault P.S I Love You makes the tears come down like a thunderstorm in August.
"Thank you," I breathed before attacking the tissue with the mere force of my runny nose.
"Real attractive Morgan."
I glared, he smirked.
"Shut up Goode," I kicked him in his chest with my foot that was currently comfortably residing in his lap. "Plus I saw you wipe away that tear so you better - Don't give me that look!" I scolded, my eyes closing into slits, as he opened his mouth to defend himself.
"It's okay Zachy, everyone cries watching this. Even a big, strong, macho man like yourself," I giggled at the annoyed look on his face. "I did not cry," Zach stated crossing his arms defiantly. Such a child.
"Whatever you say," I snorted. "Cry baby," I mumbled under my breath covering it up with a cough. Zach's head whipped in my direction as he sat up straighter forcing me to take my feet of his comfy lap.
"What did you just say?"
I had to hold in a laugh at the expression on his face. This was his so called 'threatening' look which reduces anyone who is faced with it into a shaking puddle of frantic nerves. I obviously was not everybody.
Although he may come off as a cocky asshole whose smirk should just be implanted permanently into his face because he does it so much, I know the real Zach. The funny, sweet, caring guy who I love to death.
"You know that look doesn't affect me," I stated plainly giving him a you-should-know-better look. Zach sighed in defeat but he didn't stop looking at me with that mischievous glint in his eyes.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The seconds went by but he continued to stare at me. I'm pretty sure my face was looking rather WTF-ish at the moment. Why was he staring me like that?
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
Well mouth obviously wanted to say something before brain could comprehend what was happening. Sneak bastard that mouth is.
Zach merely gave me a small smirk before leaning in close to me forcing me to lay back against he couch arm as he hovered above me. "I heard that," he whispered his face mere inches away from mine. I gulped and I was pretty sure he heard it from the way his eyebrow quirked and his smirk widened, just a tad.
"Heard what?" I asked feigning innocent as I stared up at him from underneath my eyelashes and unleashed the monster that was my puppy-dog face. It makes other bend to my will and do whatever I ask of them. It's evil I tell you. Pure, unaltered evil.
But obviously, Zach got his puddy-dog eyes vaccination shot - because it was like he was freaking immune to it the way he was acting, simply chuckling at the adorableness I was sending off in waves.
"Don't play that game with me Cam, cause we both know who'd win."
Okay people, let's get this straight, if there was a contest for Most Goo-Inducing Eyes In The History of Goo-Inducing Eyes, Zach would take home the trophy without a doubt. The way his dark eyes were staring down at me had my girly parts getting geared up for a road trip to cross the borderline of this friendship. But then again Zach and I never had a normal relationship.
We're best friends of course, but that was the title for all intents and purposes. The bond that we shared went so much deeper than the term 'best friends'. Some say we're a couple, some say we're friends. We say we're just Zach and Cammie. To outsiders trying to understand us, they'd say we have the most complicated relationship. To us it's simple. It's me and him, two people who care deeply for each other to the point where we'd put ourselves in danger if it meant protecting the other. We were almost completely co-dependent on each other which was very unhealthy for the lifestyle we lived.
As a spy, the first thing you learn is trust no one. Don't get too close, don't rely on someone else, all you have is yourself and that's all you need to survive in this playing field. But of course, rules were meant to be broken. And Zach and I broke that rule a long time ago.
We needed each other, that much was obvious. If one of us wasn't on a mission, then you can bet your bottom's dollar that we're together. And when the time came for one of us to go report to duty, it was always hard to let the other go. If it was my choice, I would have him safely locked up in our apartment, away from danger with the most advanced technology known to aliens, because it's a fact that aliens are much more technologically advanced than humans, even if they didn't exist.
But when the time came, we had to let each other go. It was our duty. An unspoken promise, that was uttered when we took up these jobs. This career wasn't one that you get to pay the bills, it's one you get to protect those you loved, to keep them out of harms way. Even if it meant that we had to leave behind normal lives. We live to protect and that's what comes first always. But then sometimes life happens. Spies trade in their guns for rings, their Napotine patches for baby strollers and risking their lives for endangering their hearts.
It's always happening in the spy world, but with Zach and I it was different. We didn't fall in love, we merely fell into each other. I need him as much as he needs me. For something to happen to him, well, whoever hurt him would have a pissed off woman, hell bent on killing their stupid asses for ever hurting her Zach.
Yes, you heard right, her Zach, because he is my Zach. When it's just the two of us, there's no titles or anything, I'm merely his Cammie and he's my Zach. As I said before, it's just how we did it.
But every since Zach had gotten back from his six month mission, there had been a tension between us that wasn't there before. The moment he stepped through the door I basically threw myself at him, wrapping my legs around his waist. I'm pretty sure I resembled a big city fashionista who just found the last pair of this season's Manolo Blahniks while they were on sale and pounced on them.
Being in his arms, inhaling his scent, just having him here, I felt whole again. It felt like a piece of me was back, that emotion I felt when it was gone completely disappeared and I couldn't even remember what it was like being without him in the first place. And I didn't want to remember what it felt like because all that mattered was that he was there, in the flesh, holding me and I was home.
After that we were inseparable, we wouldn't leave each others sides unless it was a hundred and ten percent necessary. Changes started to take place, albeit small ones. Friendly touches turned into soft caresses. Quick glances lead to lingering stares. Teasing banter now had the slight undertone of innuendos and flirty jokes. Our relationship was starting to confuse me and I was honestly starting to wonder where we stood these days. We were crossing boundary lines into territories foreign to us and the levels of attraction I was starting to have for Zach were getting a bit . . . overwhelming.
I've always found Zach attractive, I mean the first day I saw him I wanted to jump him and ask him if I could have his babies. Then he opened his mouth and it was like 'Hold up. Never mind' After that every time we would talk I would end up frustrated, annoyed and a bit hot and bothered. If there was one Zachary Goode was a professional at, it was making me think like never before.
He always had to get the last word in the conversation and most of the time his fleeting remark was vague and cryptic, keeping me up at night, tossing and turns tying to make sense of what he said. He was so obvious yet so mysterious at the same time, and I was just itching to try to solve the puzzle that was Zachary Goode.
And what I found was more than I had ever expected. In the span on two months, we had gone from strangers to knowing each other like the back of our hands. I even knew the back of his hand. There was so much we had in common, yet we were so different at the same time. Where I was reserved, he was outspoken. I liked white bread, he liked whole wheat. He was a morning person, I was the freaking Grouch who stole coffee on the morning.
But if you looked closer, you could see the similarities. We were both fiercely loyal to our friends, we both ate cereal without milk because the texture is so much better when it's not wet and soggy. And we both had an undying love for MnMs that no one would understand.
He was my person.
He was also a guy. A very hot guy. A very hot guy, also known was my person, who was hovering above me with his lips that were right there in front of mine. Centimeters. Away.
The lady parts were gearing themselves into overdrive, throwing caution to the wind as they sped towards the borderline like cops were chasing them from behind. My brain was screaming at me to stop, my body was shouting at me to go full speed ahead and my heart was too busy beating fast and acknowledging the fact that Zach was there, in my face, with his pretty lips. And they were looking soft. Can you say yum? I can, Yum.
"Zach," I whispered staring up at his smoldering eyes. Those dark, hypnotic orbs that made my girly bits do the jingle hop when it wasn't even Christmas. He pressed mr closer down into the couch and leaned his face in nearer to mine. My breaths were coming out in slow, shallow pants. I was obviously having some respiratory malfunctions and try as I may, I couldn't blame it on pollution or second hand smoke or any other excuse like that.
It was only Zach who had this affect on me. He left me breathless without even doing anything, he just had to stand there and stare off into the distance and I would be drooling and reduced to goo. Now that he was doing something, it was like I ran a 5K without water, non-stop. It was the eyes I tell you, it was always the eyes.
"Yes?" he answered slowly nuzzling his nose with mine. I sucked in a short breath from the intimate gesture. We had always given each other Eskimo kisses but this time the circumstances were substantially different.
"Breathe Cammie," he said into my ear, the feeling of his breath sending tingles down my spines. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in, sucking the air in greedily as it filled my lings. He chuckled at me causing me to flush underneath him. I felt the strange urge to bury myself into a hole and never come out again. This was something foreign to me, as I never felt the need to hide from Zach.
"Don't be embarrassed," he mumbled quietly brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. Damn him, he reads my body's reactions like a freaking child's book. It was small touches like these that sent my heart racing at top speed and the butterflies in my stomach to go frantic, trying to migrate from the stomach to god know's where.
"Zach." Oh god, was that a whimper? Please tell me I did not just whimper. Judging from the look in Zach eyes as they darkened I was forced to accept that I had in fact just whimpered. And it turned him on. So putting that in my arsenal for later use.
Well if we aren't getting ahead with ourselves, who says there will be a need for later use? Who says that this won't just be a one time thing and it will be awkward tomorrow and we're gonna have to shove it down into our repressed memories and vow to never speak again - Mr. Logic aruged.
Just enjoy this dammit - a message from the workers down there.
And I did. I reveled in the feel of him laying pressed against me. The way his his fingers lingered on the side of my face, sending my nerve endings into a tizzy. He definitely had some magic finger business going on there.
Then just when I thought I was going to spontaneously combust, his lips pressed over mine softly. So softly that if every nerve in my body wasn't fully alert right now, I might just not have felt the sensation. But I did and it was heavenly. Like warm sunshine on your skin after a rainy day. Or something along those lines that made your toes curl and your mind go blank and made you feel like you were floating on a cloud wrapped in a warmth known as Zach.
It was unexplainable - the emotions whirling throughout my body. I felt conflicted on one side but on the other hand I felt like I was in complete and total bliss. And when his lips landed on mine again, more forcefully this time, I was a more than willing participant.
Of course fate has its own plans and decided that a two second kiss would be it because the phone started to ring. The trance-like state we were in was broken and reality came crashing back down on us. His magic fingers moved away as did his lips and I felt to cry from the loss. They were both so nice. I now hate telephones with the fiery, burning passion of a thousand suns.
The ringing continued but neither of us moved from our positions. We stared at each other confused, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened between us. The ringing stopped and a mechanical beep resounded through the room from the speakers.
'Cameron Ann Morgan," a British accent uttered angrily from the receiver. "You missed our coffee date missy and you had better have a bloody good reason for this. And I know you're there with Zach so pick up the phone now or else - "
I sped towards the phone, stumbling in my haste to reach to. Grabbing the house phone I pushed the 'Talk' button effectively cutting out Bex's rant. "I'm here, I'm here," I said breathlessly, panting into the speaker.
"Did you just run a marathon or something?"
"Or something," I muttered darkly. I heard Bex make a clicking sound and I cut her off once more. "Hold on a sec."
Pressing a phone to the speaker I looked at Zach who was looking at me with the same expression as before. I blushed under his gaze and looked away awkwardly before forcing my eyes to focus on him.
"I'm just gonna take this to my room kay?" I sped off without waiting for a response shutting the door behind me. I slid down against it putting the phone - where I could hear Bex babbling about not paying attention to her- back to my ear.
"Bex?" I asked. She immediately stopped talking I'm guessing from the tone of my voice. Pure panic sure does make people listen.
"What's wrong Cam?" I smiled as I detected the worry in her tone, but not for long. There was a silent pause on the phone as I tried to find a way to say this to her without having her freak out on me.
"Cammie what's the bloody problem? I swear if you don't - "
"Zach and I kissed," I rushed out waiting her response with bated breath.
Bex didn't respond though. It was as if she had put me on mute and there was nothing but silence from the other end. Just as I opened my mouth to say something, she beat me to it.
"Get your arse over here right now or I swear I'll call reinforcements."
I was out the door rushing past Zach - still sitting on the couch now watching the last scenes from our long forgotten movies - telling him where I was going, quicker than you could say kosher.
And there you have it. Now before I do anything else, let me say this is not a story. It's a mini-shot-story. Yup. Less than six chapters and this whole thing's gonna be resolved. I feel it in my bones it won't be longer than that.
Leave me some love. Tell what you're thinking. Give me some advice. Do what you want. Shake what your momma gave you . . . Too far? Thought so too.
Updates are few and far. Sometimes they may come right away. Spontaneity is key. Patience is a virtue.
And just cause I'm feeling the love right now , here's a lil sumin sumin from the next chapter.
"You can't lie to me Cammie. I know you better than anyone else in this entire world, so just say what you're really feeling before I have to make you tell me," he told me seriously looking at me with his Immediate Goo Pile eyes. Every step he took forward, I would take one back until I felt the hard counter hit against my lower back. And then I was trapped.
Rawr - kitchen scenes are the bomb. Tell me what's going through those minds.