Cammie coughed as she walked into the nightclub, the hot sticky air clinging to the inside of her lungs. It was so dark that she could barely see five feet in front of her and the bright flashing of the strobe lights did nothing for her already present headache. Her eyes squinted as she resisted being pulled into the vast crowd by her best friend, Bex Baxter. However, Bex was stronger, and pulled Cammie with ease. Cammie groaned, wanting to leave just as fast as she had gotten in. She was not a party girl and only agreed to come out of guilt. Guilt brought on by Bex, after she had put up with going to buy flowers, which Cammie had constantly begged her to do. They had made a deal, the nature loving Cammie would get her flowers and the courageous and confident Bex would get her night of endless dancing and drinks. Cammie knew that she would be dragging a drunken Bex home around 1 in the morning, and also knew she would need to take care of her the next day, when Bex would have a massive hangover. But she did it anyway, since Bex was one of the few friends she had. They had met in seventh grade at Gallagher Academy, a school for extremely talented and gifted young girls that taught you everything you needed to know about being a spy. Cammie and Bex had chosen not to proceed in the spy field, due to the constant risks. In other words, they were (and still are) wimps.

They did know how to kill a man with a plastic spoon, along with other small household items, including silly puddy, knew more than 14 different languages, and both were incredibly strong fighters, but their interests in other occupations overtook their desire to run around the world completing missions.

Cammie and Bex's interests took them to New York City, where Cammie became a journalist. She wrote columns for the New York Times, along with occasionally snapping photographs too. Her knack for writing and photography had come from watching their roommate and best friend, Liz Sutton, fool around with her technology back in their Gallagher days. Bex on the other hand, had developed a wicked sense of fashion from their other friend, Macey McHenry, yes, THE Macey McHenry, and decided to go into the business. She got a job as a fashion consultant at one of the most elite fashion magazines in the country, picking out and designing clothes for models to wear all over the world. Simply put, Cammie and Bex were happy with their choice to "retire" from the spy world.

"Bex!" Cammie yelled over the loud blaring of the intense rap music playing inside what seemed to be a very large club. It turned out that it felt smaller with the large amount of people crammed inside.

"What Cam?" Bex yelled back at her friend, but not turning to face her. Bex was too busy looking around for some guys to talk too. Let's be honest here. Bex was boy crazy. However, she had not maintained a stable relationship in her entire life, even though she has had many. They have never lasted, the longest one being around a month. She always told Cammie that her suitors just "weren't her type" and that she is still waiting for "the one". Cammie assured her that "the one" would not just come from out of the blue one day and sweep her off her feet. Bex would then tell her that she is just jealous and wants the same thing. True love.

Well Cammie wanted true love, but what she really wanted was love at first sight. She had grown up in a family of one parent, and never fully grasped the concept of love. Sometimes she even questioned the whole idea. She wanted to believe it, she really did, but the lack of examples in her life limited her overall beliefs.

Anyways, Cammie was always looking for true love, but she had not found it. She had a few relationships since high school, but none of them felt right, and none of them seemed real. So she partially gave up on her search due to her and Bex's intense talk the night before. Bex had been complaining about not knowing practically anybody, and Cammie said that was not a problem.

"Yes it is Cam, I want to find somebody to love!" Bex had said. Cammie believed her, and wanted that for her best friend, but didn't really know how to say to her that she had to look harder.

"Maybe you need to set your sights on more than one person from now on," Cammie told her, shrugging her shoulders while suggesting the idea.

"You're right, maybe I do need to look harder!" Bex said with a newfound confidence and pride.

"And maybe you need to quit looking so hard," she added.

Cammie had pondered the idea that night and woke up the next morning to Bex begging her to go to a new nightclub she had seen an advertisement for. Cammie agreed, only because she had forced Bex to go flower shopping with her the week before, where she had picked out all sorts of daisies, pansies and petunias.

So that is how they ended up at Déjà vu, the "hippest and craziest joint you'll ever find" (according to their slogan).

"Bex," Cammie groaned as she stepped closer to her so she could hear her better. "It's even worse than I thought it would be."

Bex glared at her. "Oh lighten up and have some fun."

Bex grabbed her wrist again, and led her to a table where three guys were sitting. One was skinny and lean, with jet black hair and blue eyes behind his nerdy glasses. Another was a little tall, well built with blond hair and brown eyes, and the last was the same height as guy number two, only he was not as muscular, but still well off, and had short dark hair with green eyes.

"Hey, can we sit with you guys?" Bex asked them in her flirtiest voice while cocking a hip and twirling her long, straight brown hair. Cammie rolled her eyes behind her.

"Of course," the second guy, who looked oddly like Brad Pitt, said to her enthusiastically.

"Well thanks," Bex giggled. "I'm Bex."

"I'm Grant, and this is Jonas and Zach," the second guy, Brad Pitt, said while pointing to the others.

"Hi," Bex smiled and then turned to Cammie.

"This is Cammie, my best friend." She then gave Cammie a look saying, "smile and be polite and flirty or your butt will be kicked tomorrow". And Cammie, being totally afraid of Bex's strength, immediately did as she was told, smiling as if she was actually interested in that place or them at all. Truth be told, all she wanted to do was read her new book, and that is exactly what she did. Unfortunately, Bex would never let her leave, so she pondered it for a minute while listening to the uninteresting conversation between Bex and the three blind mice next to her. But back in high school she was nicknamed the chameleon, so she disappeared, invisible to the public eye, just like she was made, and trained, to do. Sometimes spy training came in handy.

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Hello everyone! So I had an idea for a new story and here it is! It is about Cammie and Bex, who have decided not to be spies after graduating from Gallagher. They are around 22 or 24 (I haven't decided which one yet) and live in New York City. However, they know nothing about Blackthorn and the exchange never happened. Hope you like it! Love you! (and your reviews!)

P.S. I do not own Gallagher Girls or any of the characters. They are all Ally Carter's.