Summary:
This is my story of GG4
Cammie goes to londonn for her vacation wih BEx and her family.
Thoughs she doesn't get kidnapped, she does have -what she thinks are halucinations of Zachary Goode.
So much more happens while we finnaly find out the shocking truth.
The helicopter started to lower, my driver wasn't speaking, hadn't the entire way there. His name tag said 'Jimmy', which made me smile a little when I read it. I was on my way to London, and I was completely safe, my mother told me I would be completely safe. Right now, I felt safe.
Finally the helicopter lowered, making it's way to huge field with a design of a smiley face in the grass. When it landed it made a thud, and when the blades finally stopped, I took a deep breath. I was there.
I stepped out of the helicopter onto the landing pad, where Mr. and Mrs. Baxter stood waiting for me.
"Hi, Cameron sweetie. Good to see you." Mr. Baxter greeted me as he pulled my bags out of the helicopter.
Mrs. Baxter hugged me, "Don't worry, you're safe with us, Cameron." Mrs. Baxter's accent so much thicker than her husbands. I just nodded, what else was I suppose to say? 'Actually Mrs. Baxter I don't think I'm safe anywhere and hopefully a teenage boy who is an amazing spy might tag along on our trip… if I'm lucky.'
I just nodded, then it hit me. "Where's Rebecca?" I wasn't use to calling her by her first name, it felt foreign on my tongue. Mr. Baxter answered. "Home, preparing for you. She wanted to make sure she had every movie ever filmed I believe, for your first night here." I smiled. My Bex, always thinking.
Mr. Baxter handed me my jacket, well actually- it wasn't my jacket, but I still slipped it on without hesitation. It wasn't jacket weather, but the jacket was more like a shield these days than a body tempature balancing device.
The ride to their house felt long and dragging, I thought it'd been hours. Realistically it had been forty five minutes and twenty seven seconds. When the car stopped, my beautiful exotic looking friend was waiting outside for me. Her hair was now waist length almost and her skin shimmered like bronze.
"Chameleon," She screamed and we ran towards each other. "Bex, your house is--sick."
My jaw dropped, it wasn't a house. Houses were fifty times smaller than this, it wasn't a mansion either, those were modern and shiny- it was a castle. It looked like it was taken straight from a fairytale, Tress and bushes around the stone pathway that led to the two giant wooden doors.
Windows that looked like were holding a beautiful princess in them were placed all over the towers.
It had to have three floors, and I was calculating over twenty bedrooms. It made the Gallagher Academy look small. The rose veins that ran around the towers, which automatically in my mind looked like they were for climbing, but they accented the castle to make it look historic and magical.
"You should see the inside," she grinned and pulled me towards the doors.
IT was odd for the Baxters to have such a large conspicuous dwelling place. Most spies stood in low rise apartment, and beat down home types. I thought back to Mr. Solomones's Lake house, it was a shack, yet Bex lived like a princess.
"Bex, isn't this a little conspicuous?" I asked as she showed me the eleventh guest room.
Bex shook her head, "No. not for my parents covers." She smiled, "My mum is a stay at home house designer or something like that, very American job. Dad's this big time insurance agent out in Australia, so he's never home," Bex winked at me.
My tour was done One hour, ten minutes and thirty one seconds later.
Number of Bathrooms: 8 and a half.
Number of Bedrooms: 18.
Number of Times I said 'oh my gosh': 27 and a half times.
Number of staff members (maids & butlers): 12.
Number of times they asked me if I was in need of service: 12.
Number of how many were young, male and cute.: 3.
Number of times Bex said 'oh, you've got to see this'.:42.
Number of amazing beautiful portraits of Bex, and her entire history of family: 14.
Like stated earlier, her house was sick, I felt sick that someone could live sooo amazingly.
I looked at her, "How could you live in the middle of London in a castle, it's just- so flashy."
Bex shrugged, "We're not really in the middle of London, but not too far from it."
I was still confused, "Castle?"
She just smiled, "Come on, let's put your things away." Bex pulled me into her room, which looked like it belong to a princess. A pink canopy, and a comforter that looked so soft and comfortable. Throw pillows that were shaped like hearts and stars, and all I could think was, "Bex, this is so not you?"
She laughed, "I know right? My mum is obsessed with pink, it's unbelievable. She designed it," BEx winked again. "It's her thing, don't forget."
It felt so fresh to sit in her room, on her pink and fluffy bed, to laugh and talk about her mom and a breeze from the rest of my summer, which has felt like prison. My mother and Mr. Solomon put me on house arrest for the first month, until they could make sure London was secure enough for me.
I tried to shake away the thoughts of everything I'd learned at the end the semester. But the looked in Zach's eyes were what stood with me, no matter how hard I shook my head. Bex looked at me, "Cam, I know this is hard to believe," her accent fresh, just like every year. "But, you're safe here, my mum and dad won't let anything happen to you."
I nodded, because lately, that's all I could do. But even though I kept a complete and normal conversation, I still had Zach's face in my head. His eyes, I wish I could invent something to read people's eyes, it's like he was pouring every secret he ever had into his eyes.
Another thing that was glued to my skull, why hadn't that damn boy kissed me? Bex was rambling on about her eighteen year old butler who was from Wales, and all I could think about was the seventeen year old spy who didn't kiss me! Maybe I'd never fully understand boys, but I knew I'd never understand Zach.
Zachary Goode wasn't just a spy, he was a full blown mystery, and I wasn't the kind of girl who finished those mystery novels, I usually stopped halfway through, upset because-- well the hero was always the bad guy…. Which made me ask myself- is Zachary Goode…. Good or bad?
That night was a movie marathon that would make every cliché girl movie proud. Eight movies, which took thirteen hours, which means we went to bed at six in the morning, sleeping in? I think so!
