A/N: I decided to start this story. It's a Gallagher girl AU story
*Disclaimer All characters belong to Ally Carter and I just own the plot of my story
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Chapter 1
It's just for the summer I remind myself as I stare at the house in front of me. To everyone else in
this neighborhood I probably look like another lost tourist. After all this is a beach town and based off of
the ride into town it seems like not much happens. I turn back around towards my mom who's sitting in
the car obviously eager to get away from her ex-husband's house. I didn't see the point of her driving me
all the way down here. Sure it was a 4 hour drive but I could've done it myself. I did have my license and
I was 17 for god's sakes. She mouths I love you before driving away and I'm standing there looking like
an idiot. I haven't seen him in years and now I was expected to spend the summer with him? If it
weren't for the pictures I wouldn't even know how he looked like. Just as I'm about to knock on the door with one hand and suitcase in the other it suddenly
opens and I'm sent crashing to the floor.
"Sorry, didn't see you there" I look up to be greeted by the sight of guy who looks to be my age?
I didn't even notice his offered hand until he awkwardly pulls it back to his side. I stand up and brush
myself off trying not to think about how red my cheeks probably are. I'm more annoyed than embarrassed really.
"No worries" I inform him, my suitcase wasn't affected by the crash but my ego sure was. I turn
my attention back to the stranger. He awkwardly scratches the back of his head before offering me his
hand again. This time for a less embarrassing reason and I actually take it and shake.
"I'm Zach" He tells me and I nod in reply.
"Cammie" I say before letting go of his hand. I take in his attire and notice all he's wearing are
khaki cargo shorts and a white v neck along with flip flops. The typical beach boy outfit.
"Right, sure you got the right house? This is Morgan's house" He tells me and I nod slowly.
"Mathew Morgan right?" I ask just to confirm. Imagine how embarrassing if this ended up being his house. Judging by the way he didn't say "my" I don't think it is. If he doesn't live here then who is? He couldn't possibly be a sibling I didn't know about could he?
"Yeah how do you know him?" He asks. I start to suspect he doesn't know about me. Well at least if he was my sibling I wouldn't feel as bad about not knowing his existence.
"His daughter" The surprise is evident on his face and he tries to cover it up but it's too late. I already saw his expression. If he doesn't know about me then who does? I can't really blame my dad for not telling, who would want someone to know he had an illegitimate child?
"Oh, I… uhh work for him" He supplies trying but failing yet again to cover up his surprise. I nod slowly pretending not to notice. I didn't even know what my dad worked as. He was that much of a stranger to me.
"Cool" I say slowly and I awkwardly try to avoid his gaze by looking around.
"Well I should get going and uhh…welcome to Holden" He tells me before heading down the steps. I watch as he gets into a jeep that I didn't notice parked before. Just when he's about to drive off he gives me a small wave before pulling out and driving away. Well that was one of the most awkward experiences of my life. I sigh and take a step into the house bringing my suitcase in along with me. It's bright, just what a beach house is supposed to be.
"Zach?! Are you still down there? Can you quickly run this to the diner real qu-" He looks the same as he does in the pictures. His tossed sun lightened hair and tan skin. His eyes are the same shade of blue as mine. It was obvious I got it from him seeing as my mom has brown ones. He stares at me for what seems like hours but in reality is only seconds before quickly makes his way down the stairs.
"Cammie" He breathes out before enveloping me in a hug. I want to yell at him, scream, and tell him he has no right to call me that. That he lost that right years ago when he left us, when he left my mom and I alone. I wanted to ask him why he did it but instead I awkwardly pat his back and mumble a quick hi.
"You've grown; wow it's been like what? 16 years?" He says.
"Seventeen" I correct. He pulls back and looks over my shoulder.
"Is your mom still here, I was going to say hello" He asks. I shake my head.
"She left just a couple minutes ago" I tell him, my voice barely audible. What would he want with my mother now? I thought he was done with her, done with us years ago.
"You've been standing out there this whole time? Who let you in?" He questions.
"I ran into that guy you just called" I tell him and he nods absently before focusing his attention back on me.
"Wow, you're my height now" He says taking me in. Of course not in a perverted way more like I haven't seen you and you've changed completely way. After all he hasn't seen me since birth and that was just pictures. I nod and his removes his grip on my shoulders. We stand there awkwardly just like I did with Zach for a minute or two before he breaks the silence.
"Well, let me show you your room I guess" He leads up the flight of stairs right behind him. I'm grateful I didn't have to lug my suitcase up with me. He took care of that part.
"I hope you like it, Georgia helped me"
"Georgia?" I blurt out before I even control myself. Was that Zach's mom?
"Friend of mine she works at the diner" He informs me like it's nothing.
"Oh" I say pushing out any thoughts regarding her. He opens the door and I'm greeted with a classic beach looking room. I shoot him a half smile because he bothered to try to make it nice. Even if he did ask for help, that has to mean something right?
"I'll let you get settled in and then we can catch up" He tells me giving me a wide grin before patting my shoulder on his way out. I think of taking a long time just so we don't need to catch up. I look around the room, looking for something to be disappointed in like I usually am when it concerns him but find myself liking it. There are very light brown wooden dressers on each side of the bed. They match the headboard and as glance over to the window I notice the desk that sits right under it. All the furniture matches each other with their light brown wooden style. I just hope I like this summer as much as I like this room.
Bam
