I got a lot of "why the park?"s and I'll tell you all now: Because I needed a rusty swing set and a sunset view. What other perfect place? (And plus, I had to be cliché. I just HAD to. :D)

Chapter 7

The Playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks, like

Passing notes in secrecy

And it was, enchanting to meet you.

All I know is I was

Enchanted to meet you

But we did anyway.

"Zach?" I asked, breaking our silence. We had just been sitting there, not moving. I was being currently held in his arms, and we were staring at the mix of colors that formed the sunset. Blue, indigo, lavender, pink, red, orange, yellow- too many to count. They were all different, but went together perfectly. It reminded me of Gallagher Girls and Blackthorne Boys. We all varied, but mixed together like we were made for each other. And we sort of were.

"Yeah?" he answered. He broke his intense gaze with the miraculous sun and turned to me. His perfect green eyes met my hazel ones.

"Thanks. For taking me here. It's, it's…perfect." I told him truthfully. He smiled, not using his ever-present smirk. I don't care, I like them both.

"You're welcome. It really is perfect. Cliché, but perfect." He agreed. I laughed when he said cliché, because it was so true. But at the same time, it's like a twisted kind of cliché. He laughed with me, and I felt his heartbeat as I lay in his arms close to his heart. It was a beautiful sound, and made me feel like he would be alive, with me. Forever.

But one can only hope, in this crazy and dangerous spy world of ours.

Zach stopped laughing and looked at me.

"You know what would make this even more cliché?" he asked with a passionate/mischievous glance in his eyes.

"Wha-?" before I could even finish my question, he planted his lips to mine. I was stunned at first, but then I kissed him back. With just about every feeling about him I had in me.

Carefulness. Hopefulness. Realness. Gentleness. Thoughtfulness. Kindness.

Love.

It just all came out.

I had kissed him before, but right then, it felt perfect. Before it felt perfect, too. It always felt perfect.

He was… different. But so similar. He was a spy, like me. Our love was still forbidden, risks were still high, the water was still rough, and the secrets were still there. But it didn't feel wrong. With Josh, I felt like I was going against everything. Risking it all, for one boy. This way I could actually tell my mom, Zach didn't have to drink any tea (let's hope) and I didn't need to risk my roommates records by having them help me sneak out. I didn't have to sneak around, or make up lies to cover the truth with Zach. He already knew the truth. I could be myself. The self only a classified and selective group of people can see.

But one question, how do I feel all of this on the first date? Oh, a combination of the second grade in me and the Macey McHenry in me answered my question.

I've got it bad for this boy.

The last time I kissed Zach (in that secret passageway) it was short and sweet. Perfection for the first kiss. But this one topped that by just a bit. It was long and passionate, beautiful and graceful. We weren't throwing ourselves at each other or anything, but we were showing our love for each other in the most modest way you can while sitting in a children's park.

We broke away at the same time, and we were both gasping for air. I've been trained to hold my breath for 14 minutes, but that kiss was 14 minutes and 34 seconds. But it was all worth it.

Zach had his cocky smirk plastered on his face, as if he knew what I was thinking. He probably did. Or I probably told him without knowing it again.

I ignored whatever happened and just enjoyed looking into the green eyes that greeted me. It didn't take much to get lost in them. They were swirling with mixed emotions: love, passion, care, gentleness, cockiness (given.).

He saw me for real. Macey claimed he loved me back.

That's not a lot to ask for, right? Maybe it is. I don't care. I would think Zach would meet all of these needs. He saw me.

Josh saw me, too. But as the girl that didn't go to his small school. As the girl that was different and quirky. The girl he wanted to get to know. He was sweet, but somehow, Zach was different. They both saw me, but Zach saw the REAL me. Josh only saw the Chameleon.

Zach saw my true colors. Josh only saw who I was pretending to be.

Zach liked me for I was. Josh had an odd and small dash of hatred for me after he found out I was from Gallagher. I saw it in his eyes.

Zach will stay faithful to me. Josh moved on to DeeDee after we were finished.

Zach was someone who noticed the real Cammie, not the Chameleon that she hid behind. He saw that that I wasn't invisible. Well, completely.

That night, the wondrous night we met for the first time, he came over to me. He saw me looking, and with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, came over to ME. Zach probably has dozens of girls waiting at his doorstep, willing to be patient, ready to be let in. But he chose me. And that makes all the difference.

I've said this many times before, but I'll say it again.

He saw me.

To him, I'm not invisible.

Okay, thank you guys so much. I didn't know if I should end the story here or not. What do you think? I have another chapter ready just in case… or I could make a sequel. Honestly, it's up to you guys.

Love to all my chicas.

-SpanishGallagherGirl