R e v e n g e

If you've ever dreamt something that seemed so real, when you woke up, you weren't actually sure if it was real or a dream, then you know the way I feel. Only, Zach kissing me, was so not a dream.

I sat down on my bed – which was huge, by the way, and listened to Bex and Macey squeal about Zach and me. Well, Bex was squealing, Macey was just grinning and sitting down. Bex was jumping up and down. You'd think she'd been the one kissed, which, chances are, she was.

"Oh my gosh! Macey, will he kiss her again?" Bex asked.

"I don't know. It depends on how much more affection she returns and how much she makes him want her."

"What are our plans for tomorrow?" I asked. "Did you guys hear everything between Zach and Stravinsky?"

They both nodded. "And everything between you and Daniel," Macey said.

I rolled my eyes. "If I never have to see him again, it'll be alright by me," I said, unzipping my dress.

"Why'd you dance with him in the first place?" Bex asked.

"Madame Dabney's fourth rule for socializing at parties: When asked to dance, you must accept," I said, sliding into my sweat pants.

"Careful with the dress. It was expensive," Macey said, lifting the garment off the floor. I put my T-shirt on over my head.

"You still could have backed out," Bex insisted.

"He wasn't drunk then and he seemed really desperate."

"So."

"I felt bad for him, okay?"

Bex shrugged. I laid back down. That's when I saw it, a bug. A Jonas original. I waved my friends over.

I detached it from the lamp it was attached to and walked into the bathroom. I flushed it down the toilet and wiped my hands. My friends were already searching the place. All together, we found a total of five bugs.

"I'm thinking that the boys need a visit," I said.

"Should we go in our Victoria Secret lace or as we are? You know, wow them so they'll spill," Bex inquired.

I shook my head. "If you guys want to, fine. I'm comfortable and that is the way I am going to stay," I said, hastening to the door. They didn't argue with me, just followed.

I knocked on the boy's suites. Zach answered the door and smirked at me. "How long did you stay out in the hall Gallagher girl?"

"Why'd you bug our room?" Macey asked, getting to the point.

"That was the flushing noise? I thought one of you had some serious beans or something," Grant said.

Bex rolled her eyes. "Answer the question," I insisted.

"Spies," Zach said pointing to himself and Grant.

I pursed my lips. They were seriously going to pay.

"Watcha gonna do about Gallagher girl?" Zach patronized.

I smiled deviously. I didn't know what I was going to do yet, but it's not like I could tell him that. He raised an eyebrow – increasing his smirk. I winked and brought my fingertips to his shoulder.

"Better watch out Zach," I said, gently pushing him aside and closing the door.

When we were back in our room, I had two girls sitting at the end of my bed, waiting for the ingenious plan I didn't have.

"So… What are we doing?" Bex asked.

I shrugged. Macey smiled.

"What?!" Bex practically shrieked.

"I was just pretending. Being a spy, we tend to do that a little," I said.

"She was doing an ah-mazing job too! It'll make Zach go nuts!" Macey exclaimed – quietly.

"Ooooooh la la!" Bex said, her British accent strong.

"I was so not thinking romance Bex," I said obstinately.

"We are," Bex insisted.

"I know," I said, pushing them off my bed and turning my lamp off. I fell asleep quickly, trying to decide what and how to get back at the boys.

I came up with nothing.

I got slapped in the face. "Ow! What was that for?!" I asked, caressing my face.

"You need to get up, now," Macey hissed.

"Why?"

"Because, I've just developed and tested my new creation on Bex and it worked-"

"Wait! Bex, as in Rebecca Baxter, got up early of her own accord?!"

"Yes I did!" Bex's voice called out from the bathroom.

"What are we doing?" I asked, knowing perfectly well what my friends are capable of. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"We had too much fun watching you."

"Watching me?"

"Yeah."

"What was I doing?"

"Punching pillows and threatening to break Zach's pinky toes."
I couldn't help but laugh. "What?"

"Exactly."

"What did you invent?"

Macey smiled deviously. Next thing I knew, I was climbing out of the mirror in the boy's bathroom. Apparently they only slept for seventy one minutes – leaving them plenty of time to figure out how to move panels and get into the walls.

Bex and Macey threw their bags over their shoulders. We silently made our way into their bedroom. I almost laughed. Grant was laying on the floor hugging a pillow with one leg still attached to the bed.

Zach on the other hand, at the blanket tossed in every direction but hardly covering his body – I noticed how defined his chest was. I silently thanked God that he was wearing boxers because somehow, knowing Macey and Bex, I was going to have to do something to Zach and that would have been… awkward.

Macey silently flipped the cover of her bag open. Makeup lay inside.

"Your spies, and yet you can't come up with anything more creative? And, Macey, I hate to burst your bubble, but, makeup has already been invented, and Gallagher has already invented exploding makeup," I whispered.

Macey grinned. "This, my dear spy, is a Macey original. The only way to get it off is to use the cream I also invented, of which, I have a limited supply of and did I mention. I'm the only one who has it."

I smiled. Okay, so this was creative. "Macey tested it on me, I was washing off my face when she woke you up," Bex explained, handing me her bag.

"We'll take Grant and you can take Zach," Bex instructed.

I took the bag and flipped the cover over. I took out a compact. Inside was a neon orange liquid. I smeared some on to the brush provided and quickly put it on thick, covering his entire face.

Next, I took out another compact with a bright purple and deep pink eye shadow. I used the new, clean brush provided to smear the purple onto his eyes. The other brush was to create little pick pictures. I gave him pink eyeliner and increased the purple around his eyes. Oh, and did I mention that it was sparkly. Because it was sparkly.

I out that back in and found another container, but it was filled with a rose red color. I took the brush and gave Zach doll cheeks. After that, I found a tube of lipstick. It was blue – the color blue that your lips turn when you get too cold. I smeared it onto his lips and took a step back. Something was missing.

Just then, Macey walked over and saw what I didn't catch. She took the pink eye shadow / eye liner out and gave Zach the catlike eyeliner. The three of us nodded and silently walked out the door, we didn't have to bother going through the wall this time.

We woke up again at around eight. We were just waiting for when the boys woke up.

"Come on, lets go knock on the door," Bex said.

"Wouldn't that wake both boys up though?" I asked.

Bex shook her head. "Grant sleeps harder than I do."

"And you know this how?" Macey asked.

"I overheard Zach and Jonas talking about him one time."

We nodded.

"Wouldn't Zach notice Grant's face?" I asked.

Macey and Bex shook their heads. "No, we covered Grant's face with the blanket before we left.

We agreed to knock on the door and make something up at random. I knocked.

"What?" Zach's groggy voice said.

"Are you up?" I asked.

"Am now."

"Well open the door," I said.

A couple seconds later, Zach opened the door. The makeup was still there and even brighter than in the dark. It took everything in us not to laugh. I grinned though, I had a reason with a certain spy of why that was acceptable.

"You needed something?" he asked, he sounded irritated.

"No, we just wanted to disturb you," Macey said.

"Mission accomplished. Anything else?"

"Cammie wanted to see you too," Bex said.

I blushed and shook my head. "Bex's idea to wake you. Not mine, I was sleeping peacefully until someone slapped me in the face demanding me to wake up." It was so hard to act serious when you were staring at Zach's painted face.

Zach rolled his eyes. Somehow, I didn't think he was the happiest or nicest person in the morning. "Is that all?"

"Yes," I said, dragging my friends who were still trying to suppress laughter back into our room.

As soon as we were in the comfort of our room, we burst into laughing. All of a sudden we heard a scream and our door was almost broken down. Macey flounced to the door.

"What did you do to my face!!!" Zach screamed.

An old man came out his room. "Could you please try to keep it down!" Zach turned around. The old man immediately burst into laughter. "Got lost in the women's department?"

That set us off again. Zach looked mad. He stormed back into his room. A couple minutes later, we heard Grant's laughter and even sooner after his laughter ceased, his scream.

We burst into laughter again. Another knock. I answered it.

Both of the boys stormed in. "What. Did. You. Do. To. Our. Faces," they demanded. We smiled deviously.

"Why won't the water take it off?" Zach demanded.

"It's a Macey original. The water won't take it off," Bex explained.

"Then what will?"

"Time," Macey said.

"Time?!"
"That and the cream I haven't invented."

"Then how do you know it'll take it off?!" Zach screamed.

"Can you get out of our room? We want to get dressed so we can go eat, and if you guys go with us, sit with us, and do whatever else we want, I'll tell you how to get it off quickly just in time for your meeting with Stravinsky," Macey said.

With a bit of arguing we finally got them to do it. Needless to say, our day was hilarious, especially when we made Zach and Grant pose with children.

We got back to the room at eleven. Macey gave them the cream and it was off in five minutes.

Zach and Grant were ready for their meeting with the enemy. We met them in the hall, also ready if anything were to happen. Zach and Grant – especially Zach, looked hott in their suits. Bex inserted an ear piece into Grant's ear while I inserted one into Zach's ear.

I had to stand on my tip toes. Zach smirked at me when I blushed. "Awwww! That's so sweet!" Macey squealed. "Kiss her!"

Zach shrugged and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. I blushed and looked down. Too bad we weren't trained for this kind of thing – well, I wasn't, Zach may have been, but I wasn't.

I stepped back and joined my friends. "If you need reinforcements, you need to say Christmas. We'll hear you through our coms units," I said.

The boys nodded and stepped into the elevator, Zach flashed me one last smirk before the elevator doors closed.

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry, I know it took me a while to post! I am terribly sorry, I know this chapter was kind of random, sorry, I'm not very proud of it. I'm also sorry that I haven't had like any time to write - 6 dance classes 5 days a week, isn't exactly easy, plus school... Anyway, thanks for reading!

Please review!!! Thanks y'all!
~Breanna