Hey guys! So one out of the two writers of "This Crazy Thing Called Love." This will be in present time, not in the olden days. And it is a non-spy story.

For those who are wondering if were still working on "Repairing a Broken Heart" and "This Crazy Thing Called Love", yes we are still working on it. And if you haven't read them yet, you should!

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Chapter 1

(Cammie POV)

I guess you say it started off with a friendship. We were both so naïve, so young, so helpless. We didn't see what was up ahead for us. But even from the beginning, we both knew what we had was special. Something out of this world, what we had couldn't possibly be explained with just words.

I knew the moment I met you that you were different. And not just any kind different, you were different. Different from all the other guys I've met. Something about you...simply made me feel as if I belonged.

And that's a feeling in this world that is extremely hard to find...

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One thing I loved about living in California are the beaches. The feeling of the sand between my toes, the salty smell of the vast ocean before me, the horizons above, hearing the waves crash into shore and of course, the breath taking sunsets.

I often took strolls in the beach, especially during summer time. It was my one place of sanity; it took my mind of things and enabled me to be free. As I started walking to my ordinary spot in the beach I couldn't help but think how bland my life is.

I know it sounds ungrateful of me to complain how bland my life is when so many out there have it one hundred times worse. I had a beachside mansion in California to live in, amazing friends, a family that loves me, theme parks just around the corner, and one of the best schools to attend...yet it wasn't enough to keep me satisfied. I just had this feeling inside of me that didn't feel...complete.

I immediately left my train of thought when I saw from a distance someone sitting in my spot. That's always been my spot. Sure, it doesn't have my name on it, but if it were possible my name would be printed in a very eye-catching fashion at that exact area.

As I got closer to my spot, I could tell it was a male figure. Well, either a male figure or a rather buff and shorthaired female.

I walked a little faster and eventually came from behind them and lightly tapped them on the shoulder. The person turned around and proved my observations correct. It was definitely a man. I couldn't help but get lost into this stranger's eyes. They were a color I had never seen on another human being until now: emerald green.

I didn't notice I was staring until the stranger smirked at me. "Hi." I said shyly but made sure my posture showed confidence.

"Hey." He said still smirking at me.

"Um...you're in my spot." I said matter-of-factly.

"Excuse me?" He asked surprised with my straightforwardness.

I sighed, "I said, you're in my spot."

"I'm sorry miss. I don't see your name on it. What may your name be by the way?" He asked getting up with a smile on his face. Which might I add, wasn't very hard to look at. He had a nice tan; you can tell he's a California native. He had light brown messy hair that fell to the sides in the most perfect way possible and a smile that made my heart melt a little. He was built but not too bulky and you can tell by just looking at him that he was quite the ladies man.

"You tell me your name first and I know it doesn't have my name on it, but it's still my spot." I said maybe a little too harshly.

"Well, you can have your spot back. I'm Zach. Zachary Goode," he said holding his hand out, "now what's your name?"

I suspiciously eyed him up and down and eventually shook his hand. "Cammie. But my real name is Cameron Morgan."

He smirked and let go of my hand, "Pleasure meeting you."

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We sat next to each other watching the sun set once again. Neither of us talked, yet it was comfortable. "It's beautiful." He finally spoke up, not once leaving his eyes from the sky.

"Yeah, it's funny how you could watch something a million times yet never get tired of it." I said smiling at how true my words were.

"I know the feeling." He said smirking and finally making eye contact with me.

I smiled at him shyly, "So, I'm guessing you go to the beach a lot?" I asked him.

"Yeah, it's like my safe haven."

I was shocked at his answer for a second. I would've thought a guy as gorgeous as him would go to the beach to flirt at the many girls I'm sure would be more than happy to throw themselves at him.

"You looked shocked." He said smirking at me after noticing I still haven't answered back.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just thought...that maybe I was the only one that felt that way about the beach."

"Well, I think we just found one thing we have in common Gallagher Girl."

"Gallagher Girl?" I asked him.

"Yeah, this is Gallagher Beach right? And you are a girl right? Or am I mistaken? Because if you're a guy...you're one beautiful guy then." He raised his eyebrows at me.

"You're such a flirt." I told him laughing.

He smirked, "You can't blame me! When you're given looks like mine," he pointed at himself, "you have to use it to extent."

"Yeah yeah."

"Don't be jealous because I get almost every girl to fall for me." He winked at me.

I rolled my eyes at him, "I'm not one of your victims Zach. I don't like you in that way." I tolled him but honestly, I wasn't so sure. I didn't know what my feelings were for Zach. I didn't know if I liked him or not. I knew for sure though that I really liked him as a friend.

"I know, and by the way you still haven't answered my question." He crossed his arms and stared at me, waiting for an answer.

"Yes, I am a girl."

"Then there you go. You're a Gallagher Girl." He said leaning back on his arms again and looking back at the ocean.

I just kept looking at him as if he was a puzzle I needed to solve. "You're weird, you know that?" I asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders. "What school do you go to?" I asked him, trying to avoid silence. The sound of his voice was soothing; it was music to my ears.

"Blackthorne. I'm moving schools soon though. At the end of this summer, I'm going to attend Gallagher High School for junior year." He said. I was shocked. Blackthorne and Gallagher were rival schools. And it just so happened that Gallagher High was my school. It's very prestigious; it has been ever since it was established. I would know, my mom and grandma attended Gallagher too.

"You passed the test? I go to Gallagher and I'm entering junior year too."

"Well, I wouldn't say I passed any test. I didn't have to take one. I got a letter from Gallagher asking me if I wanted to transfer from Blackthorne and after thinking it through, I decided I wanted a new scenery anyways. Plus, I live closer to Gallagher so I guess it was a win-win." He said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal.

I was surprised, not once have I ever heard of someone getting accepted without taking a test. "Wow..." Was all I could say.

"What? Are you shocked or something? You didn't think I was smart enough huh?" He asked me teasingly with a smirk. I may have known this guy for only a couple of hours but I can easily tell that smirking is his signature thing.

I rolled my eyes, "Well duh!" I said teasingly and elbowed him softly.

He laughed, "Whatever Gallagher Girl."

I felt my phone vibrate and took it out; my mom had sent me a text message to come home for dinner. I didn't even realize how late it was already. It had gotten dark, I guess when your having a good time flies by quick. I texted her back telling her I'll be back in a couple of minutes.

"Well, it's getting late. I should go." I said standing up.

Zach looked up and met my eyes, "Yeah, I guess you should. I should get going too. I don't want my mom to freak out and think I ran away." He said getting up and smiling at me.

I smiled back at him, "It was nice meeting you Zach."

"I can say the same to you, Gallagher Girl." He smirked at me and moved a piece of hair away from my face.

"Will I see you again? You know, before school starts?" I asked him looking deep into his eyes. I really wanted to spend more time with Zach and to get to know him better.

He never let my gaze drop, "Of course. Tomorrow, meet me back at your spot at the same time today."

I couldn't help but not smile with him, "Alright. I'll see you again tomorrow...at our spot, Blackthorne Boy." And with that, I turned around made my way back home.

~~0~~

"How was the beach hon?" My Dad asked me looking up from his newspaper once I stepped foot inside the house.

"It was amazing." I said smiling at the thought. I really enjoyed my day with Zach; I couldn't wait for another one tomorrow.

"That's good." My mom said smiling at me, coming out of the kitchen.

"Yeah." I said still with a big smile plastered across my face.

My Dad raised an eyebrow at me, "You seem happier than usual? Anything interesting happen?"

I blushed and simply said, "Not much. Just made a new friend."

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