Okay, so I had to add a new character. His name is Adam Chase, and he's Zach's friend. And no, Bex and Liz aren't going to be main characters of the story. Sorry, but I felt like I had to make this a small group of people. And I felt like I had to choose Macey to be the friend Cammie is with for the whole summer. But don't worry; Bex and Liz will have an important appearance near the end.

THANK YOU TO ALL YOUR REVIEWS they made my day, being a newcomer to the Gallagher Girls fandom and all…and I appreciated everyone for telling me what Zach and Cammie looked like…

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"You know what Cammie? You look like you want to go out," Macey McHenry said, looking at Cammie Morgan as they ate their breakfast.

It's been a week since Cammie and Macey came into the Gallagher Academy mansion, for completely different reasons. Cammie came to get safety; Macey came to get away.

"No, I don't," Cammie said, remembering the reason why she came here. The Circle of Cavan were after her, and she had to stay inside as much as possible, for her own safety. "Besides, don't you remember Boston?"

"Of course I do. But still. Come on, Cammie. Just two hours out. With comms. And Napotine patches. And disguises," Macey pleaded, dying to go out.

"Where do we go?"

.:~*~:.

When they got to Roseville, Cammie Morgan and Macey McHenry were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there were two fairly average people with linked arms walking through town, completely blending in with the crowd. One girl had regular blonde hair and brown eyes, while the shorter one had regular brown hair and brown eyes. They wore standard clothes. Ordinary shirts and typical jeans. Very unexceptional.

They strolled around town, peering through the store windows, checking to see if anything was worth buying. They went into a couple of stores, laughing while they tried on different clothes and different accessories. They even tried on dresses, way too early for prom, and Gallagher Academy didn't even have prom. Too risky.

"Hmm. Royal blue looks good on you," Macey said, twirling a strand of her blonde wig around her finger as they stepped out of the small boutique.

"Ha. If only we actually had prom," Cammie said, half-happy and half-regretful about their lack of a normal high school dance.

"I know. The only dances we have are the ones wherein we have to pretend to be someone else and take a test," Macey said sadly.

"Yeah…" Cammie trailed off, remembering the night she had to be Tiffany St. James. Remembering the boy she danced with last. The boy she wanted to see.

And seeing another, completely unexpected boy instead.

"Hey, isn't that…" Macey said, looking at the boy twenty feet away.

"Josh," Cammie said, immediately turning her face, remembering Josh's tendency to see her when she was supposed to be invisible. "Let's go. He can't see me."

"Why? Don't tell me you're still not over him," Macey said, looking at her suspiciously.

"I'm over him, okay? But it's just that we're trying to be low-key, and an ex-boyfriend noticing me would definitely not be low-key," Cammie said, walking forward, intending to pass him. He was only ten feet away; close enough to wonder why two girls suddenly turned around to walk the opposite way.

Another unexpected event.

While they passed each other, a group of loud teenage kids passed by, pushing each other and goofing off. One pushed another and the boy hit Josh, causing him to bump into Cammie who, caught by surprise, fell and landed on the ground. The teenagers said sorry and left, and Josh turned to her.

"I'm so sorry," he said, offering his hand. Cammie didn't take it. He let it fall to his side. "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Uh, no," Cammie said, changing her voice to make it seem less familiar to him.

"Oh, okay. But I swear, you look like someone," he insisted.

"Yeah. I have one of those faces that you see every day," she said, praying for a distraction. Macey was getting uneasy beside her.

"I guess—hey, ouch!" he said as Cammie and Macey's distraction came. A man with thick glasses, blonde hair and a brown coat bumped into him hard, forcing him to look away from the two girls. In that second he looked away, Macey and Cammie trotted away and melted back into the crowd. Cammie wasn't supposed to, but she dared a peek back, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Josh's back was facing them, going the other direction. As she was turning her head back, she couldn't help but notice the man that bumped Josh, walking approximately seventeen feet away from them.

And she couldn't shake off the feeling that that man was watching her.

.:~*~:.

They immediately headed back to the mansion after the encounter.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Macey said when they finally reached their room.

"What for? I had fun," Cammie said, taking off her wig.

"For, you know, Josh. And that creepy guy," Macey said, sitting down on her bed.

"Oh, it's fine. I mean, if the guy was after me, don't you think he would've captured me after Josh walked away? Actually, if he was after me, I doubt he would make himself known by bumping into Josh like that," Cammie said, sounding like she was convincing herself more than she was convincing Macey.

"Yeah, but don't you find it weird that he came at just the right moment and bumped just the right person?" Macey said, contemplating the coincidence.

Cammie was silent.

There was nothing that caused that man to bump Josh. It was either A.) the man was blind; B.) had terrible balance, or; C.) was saving the two girls from trouble.

Josh was too big to be missed.

So it was option B, or option C.

And Cammie had a feeling option B was wrong too.

She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She didn't want to think about anything like that right now.

"Come on, Macey. Dinnertime," she said as she finalized her transition back into Cammie Morgan.

.:~*~:.

"Hi Mom," Cammie said as she sat down beside her mother.

"Hey, Mrs. Morgan," Macey said as she slid in beside Macey.

"So, what's for dinner?" Cammie asked, looking hopefully at her mother.

"Don't worry, I didn't cook. Joe did. And surprisingly, he cooks better than me," Rachel said, her head shaking with disbelief.

"Where is Mr. Solomon?" Macey asked, noticing that there were only three plates on the table.

"Oh, well, he had to meet with someone today," Rachel said, placing her hands on the table.

Cammie had a feeling she was lying. Rachel Morgan may be one of the best spies in the world, but she was still Cammie's mother. They had the same blood; they had a connection. And right now, that connection was telling Cammie's instincts that her mother was lying.

"Mr. Solomon made lasagna?" Macey exclaimed in surprise when she lifted the dish cover.

.:~*~:.

Macey and Cammie decided to pass by the longer way to their room, which entails passing by Joe Solomon's room.

His door was closed, but apparently he wasn't having a very good conversation with his 'friend,' because Cammie could hear raised voices coming from the room. For some reason, the security system upgrading required Joe Solomon to get rid of his soundproof walls. They would be back by the end of the summer though.

Cammie doesn't know what prompted her to stay and eavesdrop. Teenage curiosity? Spy curiosity? Whatever the reason, she stopped Macey and she listened, keeping as still as she can. It was hard to understand; why didn't she bring any bugs?

She stepped closer to the door, keeping as quiet as she can while Macey sent her a silent question: "What are you doing?"

"Just follow me," she mouthed. She felt like an amateur, her ear dangerously near the door. But she had no other choice.

"Why can't I?" a familiar voice complained, but Cammie couldn't remember where she'd heard the voice before.

"Because she'll want answers that you can't give!" Solomon said.

"She'll want even more answers if she finally realizes that I'm following her," the guy argued. "Cammie's a good spy, Joe. She'll find out eventually, and it's better if she finds out now."

"No, Zach," Solomon said, and Cammie froze, her mouth hanging open. She saw Macey's eyes grow bigger, and her mouth formed the word, "What?"

"I agree with Zach," a third voice said. "Cammie and Macey are good; they'll figure it out."

"That's why I have two of you," Solomon said. "If you two can't do it, I don't know who."

"You're underestimating them," Zach said.

"If you can't do it, maybe I'm overestimating you," Solomon argued.

It was quiet on both sides of the door.

Cammie was caught by surprise when the doorknob turned and she wasn't fast enough to hide before the door swung open. She straightened up to see the man with thick glasses and brown hair staring back at her in surprise.

"Cammie?" the voice of Zach came out of the mouth of the man.

She crossed her arms over her chest, stared into his green eyes, and said, "I agree with you too. I'd rather know now."

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