AN: There aren't any GG5 spoilers...well not really. Even though if you had read it already I wouldn't need to worry about that and if you haven't, I suggest moving your little tail as fast as you can to a local Target, Bookstore, Library, or WHEREVER before us Gallagher Girls get nasty on you. Just kidding ;)...seriously though read it.

The Diary of Blackthorne Boy Loving, Butt Kicking, Spying, Day Dreaming, and Secretive Gallagher Girl

Zach is gorgeous. I mean, I don't really know how else to put it. I could probably try to describe him in vivid language like Mr. Moskowitz always encourages, or even build a scale model of his sexiness with Mr. Soloman's awesome disguise tools.

But since you guys already know all these things - how his eyes shine when he laughs and how totally ripped he looks during P&E...

I think I'll just stick with gorgeous, and say you've got the point.

So as we walked through the halls to Sublevel Three, I tried to ignore the angry and jealous glares of all my fellow sisters from other misters, and tried not to hyperventilate, because I just REALLY haven't gotten immune yet I guess...

Do you think they make a vaccine for that? You know...maybe like a pill you can take called "." (Which you totally might be...which sucks for him.)

Liz was behind us, studying ('cause what else does she do?)

Macey was being gorgeous, too. Oh, and blowing bubbles with her (sugar free) bubble gum.

Bex was...Bexing...

And I was ...well you already know.

I've never really been sure what Zach's thinking. Is he bored? Amused? People watching? You never know with this guy. Which has been causing ideas to formulate ideas in my head...spying ideas...secretive ideas...

Which is also code for: BoyMindReadingIdeas

When I brought this up later in the room, (after we checked for bugs of course), Macey stated a debatable point. Which caused Bex to start thinking, and Liz to start calculating, which ultimately caused her to freak out.

"Think about this, Cameron." Macey started. "Really. Just sit here. Listen to what is coming out of your mouth. And think."

Okay, so maybe it wasn't the best idea I've ever come up with. I realized this when Bex began to point out the negative contributors to this idea that five minutes ago I thought was gonna be the next big thing.

"What if you have a booger? Or what if your breath smells? YOU DON'T REALLY WANNA KNOW THAT HE NOTICES DO YOU?" Bex practically screamed.

Liz just sat in the corner, shaking her head.

"Ignorance is bliss babe," Macey said.

"But he's soooo cryptiiiiic," I groaned.

"He's a boy," Macey said knowingly, "They all are."

And that was the end of that.

~*:-:*~

All four of were laying on a blanket, looking up at the sky, pointing at random clouds, and cursing Tina Walter as we silently pleaded for her to shut the hell up about German huntsmen and Brazilian scarfs in the winter as her and Mick goofed off in the pond a little away.

It was nice just sitting here. All three of my best friends with me. Totally relaxed. Not a worry in the world as we sat and enjoyed the weekend.

It was mostly quiet, we were just enjoying everything, savoring the silence.

Liz sighed.

"What is it, Liz?" Macey asked.

"Do you guys ever think about...the boys?"

They were all quiet for a minute. It was tough for them I guess. I mean, I had Zach here, with me. They had had their romances too...but it almost seemed like it all died after their "super ultra mega hot assassins" (as Bex called them...but she was just thinking about Grant) returned to Blackthorne.

Even Macey had a little bit missing. Preston was gone. The whole "no contact with the outside world thing" was starting to bug my besties.

"Yeah," Bex started. "I just wonder what he's up to...wonder if he's ever thinking about me."

"See!" I said. "YOU wanna know what he's thinking TOO!"

"Oh, quiet," she muttered in her accent.

Liz began, "Jonas...I just...miss him."

And, as stubborn as usual, Mace wouldn't admit to her passionate longings for Preston (...I don't really know if she has any passionate longings for him. But she definitely does like him. I just wanted to put the passionate longings things in to piss her off...)

"Hack the system, Liz?" Mace suggested.

"Maybe..she said in thought. Isn't Blackthorne kind of sketchy though? If they're all for the Circle...then we don't wanna give them more than they need."

She wouldn't budge.

So we just watched the clouds go by, and relaxed in the calm breeze that blew the amazing smell of Chef Louis' creme brulee in our direction.

And then we sprinted to the Grand Hall for dessert faster than Tina Walters could say, "Arabian knife fighting over spring break" ten times fast.

AN: Thanks for reading. Might continue it, might not. I just needed to write something for the hell of it. Get my brain pumping. Thanks! Review :)