Hey there(: I'm Mary Katherine. This is my first fanfic. I kind of just threw it together after I showered tonight. This may seem like I'm one of those authors who doesn't want to work hard and present a masterpiece, but this is far from the truth. I really just want to get some feedback about my raw writing skills and see if others think I should continue with this. I'll probably go ahead and post another chapter this weekend, and then make a decision about if I want to keep going! Tell me what you think. I'll be putting up some info about myself as a reader and author soon on my profile! Thanks for reading.
"So I've been thinking…."
"Mmm?" I mumbled as I half-heartedly listened. We were sitting at a café in a small town in Italy, sticking to our cover as an engaged couple sipping lattés and discussing wedding plans. I assumed Zach was about to babble about some frivolous detail regarding invitations or flowers so I played the part of an excited girlfriend, but I was really memorizing every miniscule element going on around me.
I twisted in my chair and leaned my head against his chest to get a better view of the bustling movement around me. Zach prodded my chin upward so I was facing him and had no choice but to stare into his eyes… his gorgeous, mesmerizing eyes. Focus, Cammie. Fantasize about Zach later. Focus on your mission.
"Cammie," he whispered. "It's important. I want to talk to you. The real you." I knew he meant he wanted to drop our covers for a minute, but that isn't a chance you can take in the spy world.
I casually glanced around the restaurant with the pretense of looking for a waiter. "Zach, can't it wait? The subject is supposed to walk in any second now."
"I guess, Gallagher Girl," he pouted, portraying the image of a demanding two year old to a tee.
I sighed, ready to give in, "Zach…" But, at that very moment, the subject strolled into the café. I kissed Zach's nose and discreetly nodded toward the man we had been waiting on. "Later," I promised.
"Can we talk now, Cam?" Zach shouted through the bathroom door as I showered.
Being that I was a spy and I was trained to have sharpened skills, I could hear him perfectly over the water pouring from the faucet. "Just one second," I responded. I quickly stepped out of the scalding shower and wiped through the steam on the mirror as I dried off. The woman staring back at me was familiar, but at the same time, she was a stranger. My hair was dyed for the mission, but my contacts were out, so my eyes were my true shade. I hurriedly untangled my hair and rubbed lotion over my body.
"I'm ready," I announced as I walked back through the bathroom door and into the living room of the apartment.
He rolled his eyes and muttered, "Finally. You took ages."
"Sorry! It was just nice to have a moment to rest and think, I guess." I kissed his temple lightly and sat next to him on the couch getting comfortable. I tucked my feet underneath myself and leaned against him. He smiled against my hair, and I asked, "Now, what is it that's so important?"
He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. "I want to get married."
Anyone going to the Hunger Games premiere tomorrow night? I am(: Also, sorry if you were reading and it mysteriously disappeared. I decided to edit AFTER posting, and my errors were too annoying to ignore... My apologies!