Ok this story is going to start off with explaining the history and stuff so that no holes are left uncovered but this was going to be my original story then I just had to continue it. I haven't decided whether or not to make them spies. They most likely won't be. Any things that seem really different to America (like trampolines… maybe..) are because I'm Australian and I'm not going to change some things just for all you North Americans out there. :D

Disclaimer: Ally Carter has all rights to characters that are in the books. I own only the plot line…. And the trampoline!

Memories…

Looking at the photo brings back memories. I never realized how much everything changed when I met you. At the age of four, in the sandpit at playgroup; we made a castle together and promised to be best friends forever.

I was in the sandpit, shoveling sand into my bucket to make another tower for the castle when you just sat down next to me. You were red eyed and puffy faced. You'd been crying because Tina was being a meanie poo.

"Do you wanna play with me?" I cautiously asked. You sniffled and wiped your snot on your sleeve then nodded. You were really pretty but I wasn't afraid to talk to you. I told you that Tina didn't like you because you were so pretty and then you laughed and said you weren't pretty at all. We built the best sandcastle that afternoon. We showed our parents and they thought it was wonderful that I made such a nice friend. You didn't know that no-one liked me back then. You were new to the town. Before you left you asked me what my name was.

"Zach," I replied. "What's your's?"

"Cammie. Do you want to be best friends forever? You'll have to shake on it!" she warned.

"Of course" I spat on my hand and so did she then we shook on it.

How oblivious we were.

We grew up together, lived at each other's houses. Our parents thought we were too cute together. We thought it was disgusting.

It was the last day of summer break before we started school again. You came round and we made slushies. They were the craziest concoction; lemon, strawberry, chocolate, ice (of course), and cranberry daquira mix that you added tequila to. Our slushie machine broke when we added the chocolate but it still tasted good.

We went to go in the pool but you said no. You didn't like your pink swimsuit. Can't really blame you though. It was a horrible colour. I gave you a pair of my swim shorts and we both jumped in topless, laughing about you looking like a boy with your short haircut and boys shorts. It really wasn't any different to your normal look. You always were a tomboy.

That night we all went to your house for dinner. We walked in in our shorts and towels round us. Your mum was petrified to see you in boys clothing and without a top. You just laughed and we ran outside quickly to your trampoline and escaped till the food was ready. More kids came out back because it was a big party your parents were hosting. Tina was there too and shrieked about you being a boy and that you'll never get married, which back then was a big thing for girls, but you just laughed.

"What's so great about being a girl? You have to wear stupid dresses!" you yelled back. Fearless. That's what you were. Your mother came out then and we ran to the attick. It was hot up there. Really hot.

We came back downstairs and started playing Monopoly. You always won.

"Oh look at Zach and Cammie playing their game together. They'll be such a cute couple when they're older." A voice came from the doorway but the crowd of grown-ups was too large to pick a voice. We kept playing after we both yelled at then that that was never going to happen ever!

Maybe being 9 at the time explains it though.

We started year 7, you looking beautiful like always and me, being well, me. The nerdy guy, dux of the school; with a bad ass attitude and awesome body as well as the cocky smirk that infuriated everyone. I got myself a bad reputation but I made friends on the first day. We hung out for that day only, the next few years it we only saw each other out of school, still constantly talking to each other about everything but just not associating at school. My friends knew, yours didn't. We had all the same classes and so when you're split from your friends, you still didn't talk to me. Maybe it was the clashing social status. This didn't stop you from turning down every guy that asked you to the first dance and going with me, knowing that it would break the status quo. Everyone thought you were joking, and you friend who bullied you in primary school, and was now your other half, disowned you. And it was just us two once more.

You still had friends that never let you down though. Till three years on and the most disastrous thing happened ever.

Ok I'm going to leave it there tonight and don't worry they will be in high school for the majority of the story. I just wrote the first non-italics parts at the start of my English creative writing piece and thought it would be a good way to start a story. :)

Please Review and tell me what you like. And any ideas of things you want to see or things I most definitely shouldn't put in… like Josh… sorry for all you Jammie (Josh and Cammie) lovers out there, but I really like Zammie much better. Longer reviews equal longer chapters..

Love! Ninja Erin