Heyy lovelies!

So, first things first.

I am so incredibly sorry for the long wait for TSTL.

Cause uh…I'm in Amsterdam?

I KNOW. Unexpected much?

And I really wanted to update because I kept getting all of these emails saying "UPDATE!" and I was like "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" but I couldn't, you know? – because none of the laptops here had MS Word, and the ones that did were like, bad so I was just FLIPPING out but now here I am so hi.

*phew* aight, so now that we got that over with…

I am VERY, very sorry to inform you that I will be putting TSTL on hold until further notice. And I feel really bad about this because I know you've already been waiting for so long…but I can't continue that until after August 5th (MY BIRTHDAY!) and then in a week, school will start and BLEUHH.

Jeez.

But, I don't want to leave you guys hanging, soooo…

While I was in the plane for EIGHT HOURS on a domestic (not international!) flight, I did a lot of things. Obviously, I'd have free time, right? So I started the outline for a new story. I came up with the synopsis, outline, character profiles, snippets for the story, and even started on a couple of chapters.

I know. #ForeverAlone

So, here's a little background information about this story. It's called Secrets, Lies, and Accidental Conspiracy, and it is a Gallagher fanfic spun around the romance tail of Cameron Morgan and Zachary Goode. All characters are normal…that you know of ;) Seriously. I was so confused when I tried jotting everything down… but I think I have it now. Side-stories are Grant/Bex, Liz/Jonas, and Macey/Preston (who is a total badass, OOC much?).

Give this story a chance?

And by the way…

THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO READ MY STORIES! I saw the Reader Traffic for TSTL, and I was literally ALL OVER THE PLACE. You guys are amazing, I seriously love you!

Okay. Without further adieu, I introduce to you, the first chapter of Secrets, Lies, and Accidental Conspiracy!

"21, 22, 23…" I murmured to myself as I made my way through the crowded aisle of Flight 612. "25. Here we go!"

But no, because the seats were already occupied by what looked like a very intimate couple. I checked my ticket, and sure enough, 25B it was.

Just my luck.

The back of a purple sweatshirt-ed boy was all that faced me. He was turned completely to face the giggling blonde in a navy blue uniform, which I instantly recognized to be one of a flight attendant.

"Um, excuse me..?"

The two were so engrossed in their conversation that they 1) Didn't hear me, or 2) Ignored me anyway. I decided it was the latter when my rather obnoxious "Ahem." also went conveniently unheard.

"Hey!"

Perhaps my voice was a tad bit louder than necessary, but it did the trick. The air hostess jumped up quickly, smoothing the front of her skirt.

"We'll finish this later, Zach." Regina, her name tag read, practically purred as she made her way past his legs and into the aisle. Shooting one last dirty look at me, she spun on her heel and click-clacked back to the front of the plane.

"Uhh, okay." I muttered, standing on my tip-toes to stow away my carry-on bag. A blush rose to my cheeks as I realized the boy was watching me, and I'm sure my face redden further when I felt the bottom of my shirt raise up to expose my midriff.

Shaking off my embarrassment, I deliberately ignored him. Until, that is, it became quickly apparent that I was too short to open the compartment.

The guy must have realized this too, because he let out a deep chuckle and rose to his feet. "Let me get that for you."

"Alright." I squeaked, snaking past his tall form and into the window seat without making eye-contact.

As soon has his head disappeared behind my suitcase, however, my eyes began furiously raking up and down his body.

Can I just say Greek GOD.

His muscles bulged as he tucked in my bag as if it weighed no more than a feather (and trust me, it did not). Tan skin peeked from the pushed-back sleeves of his sweatshirt, which clung to his abs and sublimely defined the six-pack that I just knew was there.

It was impossible for a guy this hot to not be a douche, I reminded myself. So instead, I focused on the launch pad outside the little circular window.

I felt him sit down next to me, and practically melted as his arm accidentally brushed against mine.

Eventually, the temptation became simply irresistible. Through the corner of my eye, I snuck a peek at the boy next to me.

-Or should I say, man?

In hindsight, my double-take probably wasn't the best thing to deflate his ego. But then again, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Short of the dark bags underneath his eyes, he was absolute perfection. Dark hair, sharp green eyes, and a strong jaw line; this guy was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome.

Mesmerized by the way his full lips pulled back to reveal a row of sparkling whites, I didn't realize he was talking to me until I looked up to meet his expectant gaze.

"Oh, sorry?"

"I said," he smirked, "Are you done gawking at me? But apparently not."

"I wasn't gawking." I grumbled, turning away from him as color rose to my cheeks.

Oh yes, this was going to be a long ride.