A/N I don't own any of the Gallagher Girls series:
Sorry this is up so late, I had my yearlies last week so I didn't have the time, energy or creativity left to write and update. I also changed it to Zach's POV just to test it out. Tell me what you think week. I have not much idea what REALLY goes on in a guy's head, so you guys out there (or girls if you know how they think) please review and tell me how I did!
Well it's up now so that's good *deep breath of satisfaction* ;) Review and comment!
Zach POV:
I had always wanted to visit Australia and now we were here. I could hardly believed it even though I had been planning this escape for months, ever since I learnt that the Circle was after Cammie, I knew they would eventually catch her if she stayed in America as they already knew the locations of most of the places that she escaped to. So the only way that she was going to shake them off was to escape to another country, and so ever since I had been working out the details; getting a job and saving money, researching about the Australian Law system etc….
There might have been another reason, a reason in the form of Cammie Morgan. I had always had a crush on her and recently I think the crush may have turned into love. I don't know how it happened but it was the first time I felt the NEED to look after someone, I worried about her constantly; her safety, not to mention the automatic turning anxiety when I worried about her, whether she was injured, whether she was ok. Every time she smiled my face automatically lit up into a smile too. But I wasn't sure whether the feelings between us were mutual. So now I had her all to myself, maybe I had a chance to find out! Of course I couldn't let her know, that would be completely stupid and ruin my reputation. I'll just have to see if she feels the same way as I feel about her…. Just continue to be my nonchalant calculated self.
She was in the very next room I could hear her facing up and down her room through the thin walls, typical. She worried so much! If every little detail was not planned out and had the probable success rate of at least 75% she was going to worry.
How could she think on an empty stomach? I knew I couldn't, as if on cue my stomach grumbled loudly apart from the bland lunch we had on the aeroplane, we hadn't eaten. I called room service and ordered two servings hamburgers and fries. We would scout out the decent, cheap, cosy little cafes tomorrow.
Someone knocked on the door. Must be our meal! I opened the door in anticipation of the greasy aroma of fries, but when I opened it, I recognised the woman holding the tray to be a childhood friend of my mother's! I had met her only on one occasion so I didn't know whether she would recognise me or not. But one thing I knew for certain, she (like my mother) was in The Circle. I think her name was Caroline.
'Act normal and she might not realise who you are' I thought over and over as I smiled and reached to take the food-laden tray. But when she started to walk away she looked over her shoulder one more time and I froze with the fake-but-looked-real smile that I had mastered at Blackthorne Boys.
As I turned back inside I contemplated exacted what had just happened. It was highly possible that she didn't recognise who I was. She had only met me once after all. But some extremely skilled spies had the ability to remember every face they met or saw. I just hoped she wasn't one of them.
Then was the problem of Cammie. If I told her she was bound to worry even more that she was now, and I couldn't let that happen not now. Maybe if it turned out that Caroline did not in fact remember me then there would be no need to tell Cammie! I released my breath that I didn't realise I had been holding. She already had so much on her mind and it would just be plain cruelty to add more to her worries.
Cammie's POV: (the setting is now after breakfast)
I was now extremely pumped and felt ready to face anything. It had been a long time since the last time I was disguised as someone else and all complications aside it was extremely fun exciting.
"Don't be too obvious, and blend in, remember it's still the holidays here so everyone is relaxed and having fun. No one is worrying" Zach whispered. I glared at him.
"I am NOT worrying too much; we still need to observe all detail around us in case we need to make a quick escape!" I cried.
"Right, yeah sure, that would just make you look strange and suspicious, the exact opposite of what want right?" He smirked.
That shut me up. I guess if we looked around too much we would indeed either look like tourists or strange/suspicious weirdos.
"Now let's go and scout out the cosy little cafes around here." He said cheerfully, happy to have won this argument. Sigh, the male ego was so annoying!
I got up and followed him out the breakfast buffet. The sunlight streamed onto my face warming me from head to toe, it was winter in America and I missed the sun, it always seemed to be raining and cold EVERYWHERE.
Zach was looking at me curiously and I realised I had a huge grin plastered across my face.
"Wow, you change moods quickly, I swear just you were just angry."
I was just about to come up with a witty comeback but stopped; I let it go. I was feeling extremely happy and cheerful and I didn't want him to ruin my sunny mood. Zach seemed surprised I didn't argue back and smiled with a slightly bemused expression. We walked around the streets, occasionally stopping for l little bites to eat, testing out the environment of the local cafes. Licking on a 'gelatissimo' pistachio flavoured ice-cream I thought, 'Maybe being a normal teenager and blending in wasn't too hard after all!' I was really enjoying myself and feeling happier than I had in a long time, hey, maybe his could actually work out!