Hello, my faithful readers!

Here's chapter nine.

Yeah...

Quote of the day:

"I don't need a thinner phone. I need a tortilla chip that can support the weight of guacamole."

~Ellen Degeneres


So here's how the rest of the evening goes, if you're interested.

Zach teases and taunts me. Repeatedly. So I smack him repeatedly for being so freaking impossible.

We fight over who gets first shower. Sadly, he won.

We fight over who gets what bed. That's the fight that I come out on top in.

Both of us retreat to our 'bunkers' peacefully to rest up for our mission.

So, as you can see, we did okay for our first night together. And I'm sure that it will be just as smooth and wonderful for the rest of the trip.

Like that will ever happen. Did you catch the sarcasm in those last few sentences there? If you didn't, go back and put some in, just to get the feel of what I'm saying.

"Hey, Gallagher Girl! Rise and shine!" Zach says as he hops onto my bed. So I look up, hoping to let him see the daggers replacing my eyes right now, and I see him -wait for it- smirking.

"I am up." I tell him irritably.

"No, you're in bed." He says.

"If I throw a stick, would you leave?" I tell him while pointing at the door.

"Ha-ha, you're funny. But I'm your boyfriend sweetie, why are you insulting me? Or are we having one of those 'tough love' moments?" He says, cocking his head and leaning closer.

"We don't need to act right now, Zach. Only when we're in public." I say back.

He puts his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. But maybe you should start getting dressed because we need to be done with breakfast by 8:15. And it's 7:45. And 36...37...38...seconds." He tells me, flashing a million-dollar smile.

"I know that." I hop out of bed and start looking through my clothes to try to decide on an outfit for the day.

"Well I think you should pick quickly. You take an incredibly long time to get ready." He says thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little busy. Can I ignore you later?" I tell him. His face takes on a dramatic hurt look that is undeniably fake.

"Aw Cam, that cuts deep." He says while pouting and placing a hand on his chest.

"Shut up." I roll my eyes.

"Are you angry at me?" He says, suddenly serious.

I search his face, then decide to turn back to sarcasm.

"I wouldn't be angry at you today, It's 'Be Kind To Animals' week." I reassure him. He rolls his eyes and comes over to me.

"You know, sometimes sarcasm hurts." I notice how close he's standing and the intense look he's giving me and try to step back. I run into the dresser.

He touches my hair and a small smile flicks over his face. "Nice look, bed-head."

"Does it look that bad?" I reach for my hair, feeling self-conscious. "I'm going to shower…" I protest.

Again the soft smile lights up his face. "You look fine, Cam." Our eyes meet. He hesitates for a moment, then places the lightest of kisses on my lips.

He leaves his hand on my waist for a second longer, before crossing the room to his bag.

"Better get on with that shower. You have ten minutes." He calls over his shoulder.

I grab a towel and dart out of the room.

WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER BE IN A FAKE RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR EX THAT'S INCREDIBLY PERSISTENT ON THE ROMANCE FRONT

A list by Cameron Ann Morgan

1. He will more than likely kiss you, which is totally unfair.

2. He teases and annoys you relentlessly, which, honestly, is not very enjoyable.

3. You really want to hit him, but still want to stay in character.

So I take a quick shower and then wrap the towel around myself.

I peek my head out the door to see if Zach's there, which he isn't, before I walk out to my room. I look at my clothes. Well it's cold out which means I need something warm. I finally decide on my most comfy jeans, and a sweatshirt. I look around for Zach. He's not on the balcony, or in the kitchenette, or the hallway.

I find a note that says:

Hey, since you're taking your sweet time primping, I'm down at breakfast. Try not to be too late, Gallagher Girl.

-Z

Well then. Couldn't he have just a little patience? Guys are impossible.

I scribble him a note back and leave it on his pillow and head downstairs.


Leave me some love? Yes? No? Maybe?

Anyway.

Here's a little tidbit of a chapter to come. Might not be the next one….. but it's coming. Be prepared.

Zach POV

I set down the phone, take a deep breath, and walk into my room.

Then I scan the room and see a note on my pillow.

On the front it simply says:

Hey Zach, do a girl a favor and read this

-Cams