I'm thinking I'm going to make this a two-shot and get started on my Undeserving sequel(:
PM me ideas for it, k? Also, looking for a beta (Ash has dibs! It's just in case she doesn't still want to work with crazy 'ole me!) I love y'all!
I kind of want to take a different approach with the sequel. Maybe focus more on the details, but still have lots of dialogue (because that's what I love?), but we'll see. Send me y'all's opinions if you want(:
Also, thanks Posideon for being fantastic and reading this over for me (:
Review, please!
"Catch her," I shrieked at Zach.
We both ran down the Gallagher hallways trying to stop Amaryllis before someone saw her. The little fur ball was fast and sneaky.
"Got her," Zach said.
"Bad, bad kitten," I shook my head in disapproval.
"Oh, come on, Gallagher Girl. Can you really blame Ryll?" He asked, using the nickname we'd given her. "We're the little troublemakers ourselves, aren't we?" He smirked at me.
I smirked back, and before he could chastise me for stealing it, I replied, "Mmm hmm… Why don't we head back to our passageway and make a little more?"
His eyes widened, and he nodded furiously.
We hurried back down the hall, but I stopped in front of my room telling Zach I'd be right there.
Where did I put it? I thought. I know it's here somewhere!
I rummaged through all of the drawers, looked on the floor of my closet, and then, on a top shelf was a small shoebox labeled "Josh." Inside, I found what I was looking for.
Tucking it under my uniform blouse, I ran from my room to where I knew Zach was hiding. I tapped the discolored (I'm not British, and I spelled this discoloured! Haha(: ) brick after making sure no one was watching and stepped into the secret passageway that was a little less dusty now that we'd been coming here so often.
Zach grabbed me around the waist and kissed me on the lips, but I pulled away.
"I have something for Ryll," I said in explanation.
He cocked an eyebrow, and I lifted my shirt slightly, slapped his arm for the look on his face, and revealed a cat's toy.
"Where did you get that?"
Grinning, I told him, "Josh gave it to me. As a gift. For Susie. I thought Ryll would like it."
His nose crinkled.
"Awww… Jealousy is not a flattering look for you."
At that he smirked again, "Every look is a flattering one for Zachary Goode."
"Sure it is," I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not jealous, anyway, Gallagher Girl."
I gave him a disbelieving look, and he stepped closer.
"Why should I be?" he murmured into my hair. "Jimmy doesn't get to do this, does he?" And then he kissed me.
"What is that all over your shirt?"
"Calm down, Macey, before your freak-out causes a pimple to pop up."
She glared at me before walking over and examining the fabric of my shirt.
"Is that…. Fur?" She asked.
Snap.
I knew it was useless to deny it, so I made something up, "Oh, yeah! Zach and I volunteered at the animal shelter today."
"Oh, really?"
"Sure did! It was a truly enlightening experience," I widened my eyes in sincerity.
"It's not that you're a bad liar, Cam. It's that I know you too well to believe that."
I groaned, "Fine. So, we weren't at the animal shelter."
"Where were you, then?"
"Here. At Gallagher."
"Where exactly?"
"One of my passageways."
"Doing what?"
"Well… there was some kissing."
"And?"
"Hugging."
"And?"
"Talking."
"And?"
"There might have been some purring."
"From whom?"
"A kitten."
"A kitten?"
"A kitten."
We kept shooting back remarks to each other, but now Macey stopped, and said, "Spill."
So I told her about Amaryllis.
"You are going to be in so much trouble."
"Not if we don't get caught."
She gave me a look like 'Yeaahh, Good luck with that' before she said, "You know I have to tell the others, right?"
I glared.
"They'll be really angry if I don't."
I did nothing but continue to glare.
"I'll just send them a text now," she said, whipping out her phone.
"You don't get service in the school."
"That, my dear, is where you're wrong. Liz fixed it."
"Fine. Tell them, but if anyone else finds out, I blame you guys."
She winked and waltzed off to spritz her hair with hairspray.
(I swear, I have major issues with the word count being the number after 665 every time I look! Seriously. Every time.)
"Cameron?"
"Oh! Hi, Mom!" I said. I tried to distract her attention from what I was carrying on the way back to my room from the kitchen.
"What's with the bowl of milk you're holding?"
"Zach was thirsty," I claimed.
"So you made him a bowl of milk?"
"Oh, yeah! Well, there was a shortage of clean glasses so I had to make do with what I had."
My mom didn't look convinced, "I see…."
I gave her my most winning smile, which she returned.
She started to walk off, but right before she was out of my eyesight, she called, "We know."
And for the second time that day, all I could think was snap.
Zach and I burst into my mom's office, but she wasn't surprised.
She just casually lifted her head to look at us, "Yes?"
"So?"
Closing the folder she was looking at, she began, "You can keep it, but keep it discreet and don't let anyone find out."
"Of course," I promised.
Relieved, Zach and I walked out of her office, and I teased him about his worry, "I knew you'd gotten attached." I poked his rock-hard abs.
"I didn't want to see you crushed if we couldn't keep it," he tried to reason.
But I knew better, "Yeah, right, Blackthorne Boy." I pulled him against the wall, "Admit it. You have a soft spot."
He touched his forehead to mine. "Just when it comes to you," he whispered.
"And the kitten."
His light laugh blew in my face and he started to lean in, "Okay. And, maybe the kitten."
"I knew it," I got out before our lips met.
It was only a few seconds before we heard a crash and broke apart to see Amaryllis skidding down the hall and the girls chasing after her.
"There goes discreet," he said.
"Here comes bliss," I whispered before pressing my lips to his again, letting the craziness of the world go on around us.
What'd y'all think? Too clichéd? I mean, it was some fun fluff right?
P.S. I'm sure some of you are thinking, "Snap? Really?" But, I'm just not one to curse, and I'm not willing to change that! Thanks for bearing with me(: