Cammie absolutely hated airports. It wasn't the smell, the crowds, or the noise. It was the couples that bothered her, the ones that were saying goodbye. The woman would cry, wishing the man wouldn't leave. The man would hold her, saying he'd be back before she knew it. It annoyed Cammie that the woman had a man who would come back to her, and yet she acted as if it was the end of the world. She knew where he'd be, and the exact minute he'd be back. That's all Cammie ever wanted. The woman was lucky, and she didn't even know it.
Cammie blended into the crowd, casually making her way to customs. No one gave her a second glance, no one once stopped to think that maybe the girl they were passing wasn't as ordinary as she looked. Normally, as a pavement artist, she would have been pleased, but today was different. Today she was just another broken hearted girl, who wanted to be noticed, to be loved the way she was seven years ago. Then she mulled over the same question that had been buzzing through her head all day. Did she miss Zach, or the feeling of being in love?
Her thoughts were interrupted the moment she saw her best friend step out of the crowd, followed by a young man carrying all six of her Louis Vuitton suitcases. Just the sight of Macey made her feel calm and relaxed once more, knowing she could help with any of her problems. Shaking her head and smiling, Cammie gave Macey a hug.
"I missed you Mace"
"Missed you too Cam," Macey replied, then she put both hands on Cammie's shoulders, inspecting her outfit.
"Jeans and a purple v-neck" She shook her head, "I'm gone for two weeks and you're already slacking in your wardrobe."
Cammie smiled sheepishly, "Well, a lot has happened since you've been gone"
"Like what? Oh no let me guess..." She pondered for a second, "Don't tell me Bex is already having boy problems with Grant because honestly, I swear if she-"
Cammie interrupted her, "She's not the one with boy problems." She looked down avoiding her friends gaze, but when she looked up, Macey's eyes were full of pure excitement.
"Oh my god! Cammie! Who's the guy? Is he hot? Oh my good Gucci! I never thought this day would come!"
"Yeah neither did I" Cammie muttered, but she doubted Macey heard. Then she continued, her voice louder, but still weak. "It's Zach." She met her friends gaze, "He's back"
Cammie watched the instant change in her friend's eyes. Macey was no longer excited, she was furious and sympathetic at the same time, if that's even possible. She paced back and forth for a while. Then she finally grabbed her friend's hand, dragging her to the limo. "Come on, I know a diner with some amazing ice cream."
Shirley's Diner was like those classic ones you'd always see in the movies, with the black and white tiles and electric red booths, it was the kind of place where a heartbroken girl could feel at home. It was perfect for Cammie as she sank into the soft leather, and stuffed her face with apple pie and vanilla ice cream. She had already explained to Macey everything she had missed. Venting out all of her confusions brought a welcomed sensation of relief. All she needed was some advice, and who better to give it to her than Macey.
"Well," Macey spoke, still deep in thought, "I think you know whether or not you still love him, you're just afraid to face the truth."
Cammie glanced down, smashing her ice cream, avoiding her friends gaze "But I honestly don't know" She whispered.
Macey looked at her friend with sympathy, deciding to change the topic. "So what do you guys know about Marksmen?"
"Nothing much," Cammie replied, "But Liz and Jonas are working with their minions to try to get some information."
"Why don't you just ask Wilder and Zach?"
Cammie flinched at his name, "Well, Wilder did say it's been around for a while, so we're mainly trying to find out it's history. Who started it, when it started, all the leaders, and..."
"Whether or not it's true that members have to leave their loved ones?" Macey finished for her.
"Yeah basically," Cammie said softly, "I mean they do recruit young so it's possible that Zach was telling the truth."
"And what happens if he was? If he really had no choice but to leave you?"
"Then..." Cammie trailed off, then looked straight at her friend, determination in her eyes. "I want answers."
"Okay... So why don't you just ask him?" Macey said, like it was the most obvious answer.
Cammie shook her head, "Because he wouldn't give them to me! He'd say it'd be better if I didn't know, like when the Circle was after me!" Cammie sighed, not wanting to remember those days, "I need to trap him, force him to tell me!"
Macey leaned back in her seat, "Like an interrogation?"
Cammie nodded, "But without the room and the torture and the camera's. I want somewhere private where he can't escape without telling me what I want to hear."
"What about your office?" Macey suggested.
"No, he could kick down the door." Cammie shook her head, "And there's too many distractions, like if someone called me. I need isolation."
Macey thought for a minute, then smiled, her eyes mischievous. "I know the perfect place."
Ok so that was short I know! I'm sorry! And I know I lied, it took me a lot longer to update but I went to the beach on vacation and the internet at the hotel was down :( Anyways, can any one guess Macey's idea? I'll give you a clue…. It involves something with buttons! Lots of fun buttons! Review please! And in your review…. If you guess correctly I may just send you a teaser ;) Review pleaseee! Thanks for reading!
-Christina
p.s. Is anyone else obsessing over the national womens soccer team?! Go alex morgan!