I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I looked completely out of place, my clothing was not me, or even a spy me. I was trying to go for the causal look. I have my hair in the average ringlets. My top half consisted of the basic under clothing with a black long sleeve t-shirt and over that I had a FudPuckers t-shirt. The bottom half was a pair of light flare jeans purchased from JCP. On the bottom was a pair of socks and those house shoe things. I hated the look. Ring Ring Ring, my phone called.
"Hello," I sighed more aggravated then I meant too be.
"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed," Macey ask as I heard her say, "Stop," in the background. I could just picture Preston kissing her neck and her shoving him off, the thought made me chuckle silently.
"Kind of, I miss the dating world," I whined, telling the truth. I had been on my way home last night and saw some teens holding hands and simultaneously kissing each other on the nose and cheek, it had just rubbed the wrong way.
"Its okay, at least you have an excellent position," Macey encouraged distracted by something.
"I know but still, I got two raises and three promotion since I started the CIA, Luke was from senior year, I think I might be ready, maybe," I reasoned with myself.
"It'll be alright, I called to see if you would take over my spot. Preston and I really really want to go out, we haven't gotten any quality time with each other in months. So do you mind?" She tried not to sound like she was pleading.
"Of course not are you crazy, why would I mind," I said even though I had a back massage scheduled for tomorrow.
"Thank you so much, I promise to set you up with my speed dating friend, he can get you thirty dates in an hour," Macey chirped.
I laughed, "What time is the meeting?"
"I'll call the director now, and it starts at one o'clock sharp, love ya sis."
"Love you too, see ya," I shook my head and hung up the phone, the things we do for our friends.
I told myself not to write this, but I had too. I can't promise to finish it, but I am going to try. I just kind of get tired of Gallagher everyonce in a while. Its what I have been doing forever. But still enjoy it while I type it, it might be my last GALLAGHER fan fic. But I promise not to quit writing. Anyway this is going to a complete different direction then what it starts as.
