Still Zach POV(Still? Yes. LOL):
Damn she is hot. Wow she looks familiar. But how? She had on a black vest, black shades, black flats, jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, a black purse, and a brown headband. She had luscious Black/Brown hair and sea foam blue eyes. She truly was a hottie by just her looks. I heard Grant utter one word to her, "Wow." She whispered into his ear, "Wow yourself hotshot." I could swear I heard him go breathless. Well I was already breathless but still. She made a whole new meaning of breathtakingly gorgeous. I almost fainted. Wow I, Zachary Goode almost fainted. That's embarrassing.
Cammie's POV(Did I surprise you? Oh well):
Damn Zach looks hotter than he did in high school. Okay so judging by the way Grants jaw dropped like, to the marble flooring he so did not know I am Cammie the Chameleon. I heard him utter, "Wow." So I whispered into his ear, "Wow yourself hotshot." I swear he stopped breathing at that point. Wow idiots. I blink and I realize how close Zach is to me. My breath begins to become uneven. Just as Zach leans in, the director walks in. The director prodded, "Getting a little cozy there aren't we Miss. Johnston and Mr. Goode?" I breathed out and said, "I wasn't the one who leaned in. This spaz, um... Mr. Goode tried to kiss me." The director turned towards Zach and asked, "Mr. Goode, will you please leave our guest alone?" Zach replied, "What guest? All I see is a bitch." I screeched and leaped at him, trying to claw his eyes out. He blocked every move I made until I gave up. He annoyed me by asking, "Had enough crap now, haven't we?" I glared and grasped the small bamboo haddle in my pocket, picked it up and threw it like a dart at his face. He just barely dodged and it went, "Whoosh!," right past his face. He clutched his head and screeched, "MY HAIR!" What a sassy baby girl. He glared at me. Uh-oh. Did I just say that outloud? Guess I did. Hmph. I'm satisfied. The director put an arm inbetween us and yelled, "STOP!," He paused, sighed, then started again, but this time in a firm voice, not yelling, "You are acting like three year olds. Now let me explain your mission." We all replied in unison, "Yes sir." He started off in greek, "Η αποστολή You'r είναι να βρει Skylar Goode-". ("You'r mission is to find Skylar Goode.") Zach cut him off by screaming, "WHAT!" I asked, "Who's Skylar?" Grant answered, "Zach's sister. And my sons crush." I went, "Aw. How cute!" The director continued, but in russian, "Вот три билеты в Лос-Анджелес, где она была в последний раз. Ваш струи листья в течение 15 минут. Кроме того, здесь обложки. К сожалению пропустите Джонсон." (Here are three tickets to LA, where she was last seen. Your jet leaves in 15 minutes. Also here are your covers. Sorry Miss. Johnson.) Why is he sorry?
