~ Okay, I'm sorry it took forever but my life has been hectic. I'm sorry if it completely sucks. And I'm sorry that it's soooo short. But I'll update as soon as I can.~
I headed to the first place I thought that DeeDee would be. Josh's family pharmacy. Unluckily for me Zach was hot on my heels. I spun on him right in front of the glass doors of the pharmacy.
"Zach," I scolded. "You know you can't follow me."
"Au contraire, I believe I can." He smirked. I really had no good come back for that, so I did the only thing I could think of. I snaked my arms around his neck and got up on my tippy toes. I held my face a couple inches away from his.
"But you won't," I whispered then while I had him on the hook, I decided to reel him in. I kissed him quickly then pushed him away. I walked into the pharmacy and heard the tell-tale sound of the chimes. I looked around for DeeDee. Right when I was sure she wasn't here I heard, "Cammie! Is that you?" I turned to the sound of the voice.
"DeeDee!" I squealed. "Just the person I need to see." Dee was wearing, surprise surprise, pink. Josh was standing next to her holding her hand looking just as confused as DeeDee. I nodded in his direction, "Josh." He only nodded back. I walked over and grabbed DeeDee's hand and pulled her toward the bathroom. Once we were inside I checked under the stalls making sure no one was in there. I hurried and locked the door. I started checking for bugs. None, thankfully.
I turned back to DeeDee who was seriously confused. "I need your help," I explained. "It's kind of hard to explain." I slid my bag off my shoulder. "Soo," I went on. "Will you help me?"
"W-what do I need to do?" DeeDee asked timidly. I grinned probably looking a little bit crazy. "I need you to put this on," I told her pulling off my tank top and throwing her the longer of the mini skirts. She hurried into a stall while I changed into the low-cut blue top, the tiniest mini skirt in Macey's entire wardrobe. I pulled on the 4 inch black pumps. I was tying my hair up for the blonde wig I was going to put on when DeeDee came out. I grabbed a chair from the corner of the room that was probably never used. I motioned for her to sit down. As soon as she was seated her mouth started going off.
"Why are you doing this? What is this for? How come you're putting a wig on me? Cammie??" I sighed.
"I can't tell you DeeDee trust me if you knew, it would be very bad. For both of us." I fixed her brown wig and started to put on her nose. It was one that kind of looked like mine. I had her pop in some green contacts then she was finished. I began to fix my blonde wig and put on my thin nose and put in blue contacts. The girls in the mirror looked nothing like us. It was perfect. At least she looked liked how I would if I was in a disguise. To finish it off I gave her a pair of diamond stud earrings. And I my self had large hoops. "Okay, listen. You can't talk to anyone you know." She nodded. "So, just blend in," I added. "Don't draw too much attention to yourself." She opened her mouth to talk but I cut her off. "Don't ask," I pleaded with her. And for someone like me to go to pleading with someone like DeeDee I might as well be licking the gum off the bottom of her shoe. Cameron Morgan is so not the pleading type.
"So, what do I do? Walk around?" she questioned as I heard my mom's voice in my ear saying "Five minutes ladies." Crap. This was taking longer than I was expecting.
"Walk around, get some ice cream," I handed her twenty-five bucks. "Maybe get a nice shirt. "Just look normal." I took a deep breathe. It's Showtime. "Let's do this." I shoved her out the door and I walked away and to give her props, she actually wasn't completely terrible. Maybe it was because she too, was a wallflower. Or maybe it was all those years of pretending not to like Josh. Either way, she walked away ducking her head. Although she wasn't as good as blending in as I was (not being conceited It's just the facts people.) she did an okay job of blending in.
I did the same going the other way and not looking back. To my left I saw a very well disguised Bex, clinging onto some random guy, with a very jealous looking Grant standing twenty feet behind her. I crossed my fingers and hoped that I would win, and I would if DeeDee didn't screw up. God, I hope that putting my hide-and-seek champ title in the hands of an amateur wasn't as stupid as it sounded.