SO this is another attempt for another Gallagher Girls (NO SPIES) fan fiction. Tell me what you think.

"Camme! It's toym fow schoo!" I felt hands shaking my forearms so that my face was being squeezed onto the pillows.

Ugh! Why couldn't he just let me alone for once? He was seriously getting into my nerves. One more shaking of my arm, I would hit him already!

"Camme!" he yelled right in front of my right ear.

I groaned as I got up from my bed, throwing him a pillow to his face.

"Enough with the British accent!" I yelled, throwing him another pillow. He wasn't getting the message, he was still laughing at me like I was some piece of joke.

He just got back from London with my best friend Liz, from a leaders' conference. It was called Global Leader's yadayada.

"Owright Camme, jus get op!"

I rolled my eyes. He could never be worse with the accent. I wanted to laugh too but that would give him the impression that waking me up in the middle of my sleep was okay and funny.

"Hullo? Can you leave my room so I could change?" I said in a matter-of-factly tone.

He grinned wickedly, eyeing me from head to toe. "It's not like I haven't seen you…"

I swore my cheeks flushed really badly. I just hid the redness of my cheeks by throwing him another pillow in the face, hoping it would divert his attention from my face. So what if he'd seen me before? It wasn't like my body was fully-developed already when he saw me naked. That was like second grade or something, when we still took baths together.

"Just go!" I shooed him.

NEXT~TO~YOU

I hated Zach so much. He was the one who always woke me up for school but he only ignored me when we were in school already. I knew he was just ashamed of being around me. He was the football quarterback and what was I again? Ugh…a mere peasant…Ugh! Cammie! Snap out of it! Enough with the drama! It wasn't like I was some kind of damsel-in-distress.

"Cammie, what's up? Where's your best friend?" Liz asked handing me a soda can. At least somebody cared about me.

"I don't know," I shrugged indifferently.

"Well if you see him tell him I need to talk to him. Urgent. Important. Please please?" she had this annoying begging look that I always bought.

"Sure." How could I ever say no to a very good friend of mine? If Zach didn't exist, she would've been my soulmate. Not like Zach was my soulmate or anything…I nervously opened the can and started drinking.

"Yeah when I see him, probably later." I said.

Liz mouthed a thank you and raced back to Mr. Solomon's class. It was only three days till the end of Junior year. I couldn't believe we were Seniors already. It seemed like yesterday we were just in Kindergarten and now we were about to end Junior year. I felt so old, ugh!

"Has anyone seen Goode?" I asked the rest of the football team, eyeing each of them. I fixed my eyes on the field too, hoping to see Zach there. But he was MIA.

"Zach? He is in the locker room, getting his things. Why? Do you two have a date?"

As if I'd ever date him.

"Nah."

"So that means you've broken up?"

Who the hell was this guy? Everybody in the team knew that Zach and I were childhood best friends. Was this some kind of insult? Was he an alien or something?

"Who are you again?" I asked, raising a brow.

He stood up and extended his right arm to my direction. "Grant. You must be Candy."

I just wanted to hit him in the face. What the hell? Candy? Seriously?

"Who the hell is this jerk?" I asked a football buddy of Zach. Everyone was letting out their whoas.

"Grant, this is Cameron Morgan. Cammie. Best friend of our quarterback. Not Candy. Cam-mie." He explained.

Grant went pink, shaking his head in disbelief. "Sorry Cammie. I just got here. I'm going to join the team next school year. I didn't know."

As if I cared!

"Zach's in the locker room, you could go there, he's the only one inside. He just went to get his things."

"Zachary?" My voice echoed in the locker room. I was having the feeling that Zach was just around the room waiting for the right time to scare me.

"Zach? Are you still here? I'm not messing around here I really need to talk to you."

Then I felt a warm air on the back of my neck all of a sudden. I was caught off guard. It took me a while to turn back to see who it was.

It was Zach grinning from ear to ear and his cheeks were about to rip apart.

"What the?" I muttered under my breath when I realized that he was half-naked and his hair was still dripping wet. He looked like he just got out of shower. White towel was wrapped tightly around his waist.

"What was that you wanted to tell me?" he was grinning wickedly when he noticed that I could barely breathe at the sight.

I was so distracted with what I was seeing, I just wanted to shut my eyes close till he clothed himself.

"For goodness' sake! Could you dress up first?"

He chuckled, licking his lips. "If you wish." When he left was the only time I was able to breathe evenly.

"What was that you wanna tell me that you couldn't say when I'm half-naked?" he asked with an irritated tone as if to tell me to just go away. He was already clothed and his hair was not dripping wet anymore. "That better be good because you disturbed my shower."

"It's about Liz," I started. "I think she wants to talk to you about something serious."

"Is that so? Then why are you here and not her?"

I rolled my eyes. Because he wouldn't have listened to her…

"Well, that, I honestly don't know. Just come over to her house or call her up."

He smiled wide all of a sudden exposing his bare white teeth. "I'm guessing you just made up that excuse to see me naykid."

When would he finally get over himself and his annoying British accent?

"Just call her okay?" I said as I turned my heel but his hand swiftly took grip of my arm, making me face him.

"So…why exactly did you come here?" he muttered under his breath.

I just didn't get why he even had to ask again.

"Liz asked me to."

He licked his lips, looking irritated. "So…are you the messenger now?"

"No," I said firmly. "I am her best friend too. You're not only my best friend."

"Lucky you, you're my only best friend…" he looked me in the eyes….