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P.S. If you want an explanation as to why I haven't updated in so long, skip to the bottom. Or read the story first. Doesn't matter. You'll still have a really long AN at the end of the chapter. :D

Cammie P.O.V.

I was walking through a dark hall with seemingly endless doors, alone. I was still in my pajamas, and I distractedly wondered when I left my comfy cocoon of Zach's arms and fluffy blankets. I turned my attention back to the cold hallway, and I vaguely remembered that I have no idea where I was. I looked a little closer, and found that the hall resembled the hallway in my grandparent's house. I reached towards the nearest door, which I had concluded was my bedroom door, but it was locked. Even when I tried to pick it with a bobby pin I always keep in my hair, it wouldn't open.

It turns out that all the doors were like the first one. I made my way down the hall, and went back up, retrying each of the locks, to no avail. I slumped down against the wall next to my door, and wondered what the heck was going on. It seems that I'm in a dream, because no one else is here. It's either I'm in a dream or they were….never mind. I don't want to finish that sentence.

I took everything in, and noted again that everything seemed in place. Nothing appeared to be tampered with. I should probably be trying to find a way out, I thought. I stood up, and started pacing back up and down the hall. On my second lap, I noticed something on the left side of my door. The carpet was slightly pulled up in one section, and as I pulled on it-

I sat straight up in bed, not paying attention to Zach's arms sliding down my waist from where I had suddenly jerked upwards. Suddenly, I was pulled backwards into Zach. I looked down at where his arms were tightened on my waist, the cause of the sudden backwards movement. I looked down at him lovingly for a moment, taking in his true beauty. He looked so worry free right now with the moonlight shining down on his face. I smiled and wondered how he could be mine…and then I remembered the dream.

I slowly loosened Zach's grip on my waist, and slipped out of his arms, putting a pillow in his arms to compensate for my weight. (A/N The first person to guess which action-filled movie this technique is from will get their name used in the next chapter, and probably a lot in other chapters. Come on guys, its SUPER easy!) I slowly tiptoed backwards, never taking my eyes off of Zach's sleeping form. I silently prayed that he wouldn't wake up and ask what I was doing. But he of course, being the great spy he is, woke up.

"Mmmm…Cam….Cams…..Cammie!" he yelled, his eyes first darting to the pillow that he now had in a death grip, then moving around the room, until they finally landed on me. His eyes practically breathed a sigh of relief as he got up, still without a shirt, and made his way over to me. His arms encircled me in a bundle of warmth and I instantly felt a sense of safety.

"Cammie, you had me scared half to death. Why are you out of bed? From the look in your eyes, I know it's not just a trip to the bathroom." He said, holding me at arm's length.

"Ummm…I don't know exactly…" I told him.

He gave me a strange look. "What do you mean?"

I rolled my eyes, and clarified. "I mean that I had a dream, and it was set in this house. So, I'm going to find out if what exists in the dream exists in real life."

He immediately replied, "I'm going with you."

I sighed, shook my head and said, "Of course you are."

He smiled at me, and so I took his hand, and quietly led him out into the hall. I dragged him to the spot I found in my dream, and there it was. The carpet was pulled up just a fraction of a centimeter, but the change was still there. I looked at Zach, and saw he was looking at the section of carpet with interest. He met my gaze and inclined his head, silently telling me to continue.

I took a deep breath, and tugged on the carpet. As I kept pulling, the wall suddenly collapsed in on itself, causing me to gasp loudly. Zach quickly put his hand over my mouth. I certainly didn't want my friends to wake up, or even worse: my grandparents. No wonder what either of them would think if they came out and found Zach (who's still SHIRTLESS may I remind you) and I standing in front of a broken wall. I'm surprised the falling wall didn't wake them.

I mouthed 'Thank you' to Zach, who nodded and pointed towards the wall. I nodded back, and Zach helped me up from my position on the floor, kissing my forehead when I was standing. He gave me a reassuring smile and I grinned happily back. Everything would be alright, as long as Zach was with me. I grabbed his hand, and ventured into the unknown tunnel.

I stepped inside, and after Zach was in too, I got down on my knees and found a button on the wall. I pressed it, and the wall slowly closed itself back up. Simple enough, I whispered to myself. I stood up, and started walking forward in the dim lighting of the tunnel. I couldn't help but feel a little afraid, imagine if you had a dream like mine and it came to be true. I could hear Zach's footsteps close behind me, and there was something reassuring in the sound.

To distract myself from my anxiety, I focused on our path. I made sure to memorize every turn we made, so I'd know how to get back.

Zach suddenly stopped and asked, "How do you know where to go? Do you even know where to go?" Then he flinched, probably realizing how rude that sounded. I, on the other hand, was glad he had said something. It was getting kind of awkward just walking in silence.

I answered, "I don't know exactly….I just have…a feeling that we're going in the right direction. I guess you could call it instinct."

"Instinct? You mean like…a mother knows best?"

I stared at him, and then busted out into laughter. "Really Zach? Do I look like a mother to you?"

He rushed to answer, "No! No, of course not! I was just…comparing."

I chuckled a bit at his nervousness; as for mine, it seemed to have disappeared. Before I could stop the words, they flowed out of my mouth.

"You're so cute when you're nervous."

I slapped my hands over my mouth, my eyes widening in surprise. I cannot believe I just said that. Even if we are dating, I've never really said anything like that out loud before. But Zach was obviously elated that I said that. He pulled me close to him, so close our noses were almost touching. He smiled at me and said, "You're cute all the time. But you're especially adorable when you're blushing. Like now." I was probably flaming red.

I forced my blush away, and kissed him softly, pulling away after a few seconds, and continuing down the tunnel. After about another minute of walking, I stopped. I had a feeling that there was a hidden door on my…right. I turned to the wall on my right, and looked at the ground. Sure enough, there was a small button, smaller than the one before. I pressed it, and this wall collapsed too. Zach and I walked in, and what we saw astonished me. It was an office.

There wasn't much in the office. Just a deck, a chair, a filing cabinet and a safe. The safe was what interested me the most. So I went to check out the safe while Zach went and searched the desk. I had just discovered that there was a keypad lock on it when Zach called my name.

"Cammie…come here for a second."

I walked over to where he was, and saw him looking at a name tag. The name tag read: Matthew Morgan. My father. I stood there frozen, staring at it. Zach picked it up, and there was a letter underneath it, folded up so it wouldn't be visible unless you picked the nametag up. Zach silently handed the letter to me, and I opened it with trembling fingers.

I opened the seal, which was a gold M. The message was short, and anything but simple.

Dear Cammie,

If you're reading this, I must be gone. And you must be wondering why. I can't tell you. I know you're probably sick of hearing that, but I don't want to worry you any more than needed right now. Plus, if I'm gone, then you're in danger. Even though it is very unlikely anyone but you will find this office, I'm not taking any risks. So I can tell you only this: The answer to the code, is the answer they need. Do not let them take it, no matter what. Be strong, Cammie. For me. I love you.

Love, Dad

As I finished reading, my knees started to give out. As I fell to the floor, I was wrapped in two warm arms. Zach and I both sank to the floor, me landing in his lap, still holding the letter which I stared at in shock. He started to try to soothe me, whispering reassuring words to me and saying everything would be fine. After a few minutes of this, I started to calm down, and I twisted myself so I could bury my face in his chest, inhaling the scent that always calmed me down.

I took a deep breath and said, "Paprika."

"What?" he asked.

"Well there was this kind of game my Dad and I used to play…whenever we went to the grocery store, he would say something we needed, like milk for example, and we would race to see who could get it the fastest, and get it back in the cart." I stopped for a second, and looked at Zach for confirmation to go on. He nodded for me to continue, so I did.

"So one day when I was six, we were playing that game at a store about three blocks from my house. We were racing to see who could get paprika the fastest, and I got to the spice section first. I got the container of paprika, and was about to race off back to the cart, when I noticed the container that had been behind the spice I had in my hand. It was the same size as the paprika container, but it didn't have a label. It was made of a white plastic, so I couldn't see what was inside it. I was just about to open it when my Dad got there. He asked, 'Cammie, what is that?' I told him where it had been, and I was just about to open it, when he told me to give it to him. I handed it to him, and making sure the cameras weren't looking, covertly slipped it into his pocket. He turned towards me with a twinkle in his eye, and said, 'Race you to the cart.' And I was off."

During my long explanation, I felt like I was in a daze. Even after I finished talking, I was still thinking about all the good times I had with my dad. I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt Zach's hand wipe away a tear on my cheek, as in a gentle caress. I looked up into his eyes, and felt a sudden need to be hugged. So I held my arms out like I did earlier that night, and his arms enveloped me in a gentle, but loving hug.

We stood like that for a few minutes, and then I pulled away.

We both turned towards the safe. We exchanged a glance with each other, and he gestured for me to open it. I walked over to the safe, him following in my footsteps. I typed in the word, "Paprika", and pressed the enter button. I stepped back as the sound of multiple locks turning, granting me access to whatever laid inside. I stepped back into the embrace of Zach's arms, and watched as the door slowly swung open, presenting to me the plastic container I found on that shelf so many years ago.

Hmmm…I thought. The only reason Dad would leave me this was if there was something really important in this…something that could maybe keep me alive, or kill me. That's not a scary thought at ALL.

Turning away from my sadistic mind, I saw Zach holding the container, meticulously inspecting it. When he felt my gaze, he looked up, and handed the container to me. I looked at it for a few moments, deciding what to do with it.

Then I said, "I think…we should lock it back up in the safe. I mean, it's the safest place for it, since obviously no one's found this place for a long time."

He simply nodded his head in agreement and asked, "What about the others? Should we come back later with them, and open it then, just in case?"

I thought about it for a moment. I knew if my friends found out about it, they would freak, and if they freaked out, I knew I would too. "Maybe….we should keep this to ourselves for a while. I don't want them to make a big deal out of this."

Obviously it's a huge deal, but I'm trying to convince myself it's not. It's how I stay sane. Zach seemed to understand that, and he put the container back in the safe, and closed the door. The safe immediately locked, securing it safely inside.

I smiled at Zach, and took his hand, leading him back outside into the hallway. As soon as we closed the entryway into the library, I instantly felt my sleep deprivation slam into me like a ton of bricks. I sagged against the wall, and Zach, seeing this, chuckled and said, "Get on my back."

I immediately refused, for sure he was as tired as I was, I wasn't going to make him carry me. But he insisted, and after a few minutes of arguing, I finally subsided into letting him carry me. He started jogging down the passageway, his feet not making a sound as they touched the floor. My weight didn't seem to bother him as we raced back to my room. Geez. I thought. He really is an amazing spy.

We finally made it back to my room, and he gently set me on the bed. When Zach got under the covers, he pulled me towards him, and I wrapped my arms around his body, resting my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating steadily, jogging while carrying me hadn't affected him at all. I lightly laughed at this and he asked, "What's so funny?"

I shook my head slightly, and muttered, "Just thinking about certain things. Nothing to worry about. Goodnight."

I didn't look up, but I imagined him smirking as he guessed what I was thinking. He must've made the decision to ask about it in the morning, so he simply said, "Goodnight Gallagher Girl. I love you."

I smiled into his chest and replied, "I love you too." He kissed my forehead, and I fell asleep quickly, thinking about what would happen in the morning.

I woke up to multiple bright flashes. Then, there were voices. Familiar voices. Then, when I opened my eyes, I was blinded by another bright flash. I blinked repeatedly until I made sense of what was happening. Bex and Macey were standing at the foot of my bed, Macey holding the camera that was responsible for the white flashes. I noticed Zach was either sound asleep, or just pretending to be. I figured he was actually sleeping, mostly because we stayed up really late last night.

So, as not to wake him, I didn't move an inch, just looked at Bex and Macey and asked quietly, "What are you guys doing?"

They both smiled, and Bex said, "We couldn't pass up a good photo op! You guys are so adorable together!" I couldn't decide if she was being sarcastic or not. "It's 11:30 in the morning. You slept through breakfast. We tried to get you and Zach up, but you two were knocked out cold. What did you guys do last night?"

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Nothing Bex. We both said 'I love you' to each other though."

At this, they both squealed quietly and said in unison, "We're so happy for you guys! So cute!"

I laughed at them and said, "You guys are acting like such girls. So, anyways. What did you guys need?"

Macey said, "We just wanted to ask if we could all go horseback riding later, and maybe have a picnic lunch somewhere in the woods. Is that okay?"

I answered, "Yeah that sounds like fun! Go tell everyone else, check in with my grandparents, and I'll get Zach up, and we'll meet you down there."

They both smiled at me. Macey said, "Okay Cam! Hurry up and get ready!" Then they both rushed out of my room, leaving me alone with Zach, once again.

I looked at him, and decided to have a little fun, while doing something Cammie the Chameleon didn't usually do. I put my arms around his neck, and deeply kissed him on the lips. He slowly woke up, and realizing what was going on, immediately responded, kissing me just as deeply back. I pulled away after a few seconds, and winked when he opened his eyes. He smirked in response and tried to pull me in for more, but I pulled back and said, "No, no no. Everyone is waiting downstairs for us. You need to get up."

Zach smiled at me and said, "You should wake me up like that every morning. That would be amazing. "

I rolled my eyes and blushed. "Don't count on it, Romeo." I got out of bed, and walked to my closet, deciding what to wear. I hear Zach getting up, and walking up behind me, putting his arms around my waist, and his chin on my shoulder. "I love you." He whisperes in my ear, and I blush even more, and turn around to hug him. "I love you too." I whisper back, and I look up to see him smiling.

"I know you do." He says. I push him away, shaking my head, and say, "Go get changed. Our friends are waiting downstairs for us." He smiles at me one last time before walking out of my room, and going to change.

I quickly pull on a white tank top, with jean shorts that reach mid-thigh. I put on my cowboy boots, and brush through my hair. I put on my cowboy hat as I think; I might as well look the part. We are out in the country, riding horses. I brush my teeth and wash my face, and I'm ready to go.

I walk downstairs to find my friends sitting at the kitchen table, with four baskets full of food and water. I say, "Geez guys, got enough food?" to which they respond, "Grant." We all look at his sheepish expression, and start laughing. We're still laughing when Zach walks in, wearing cargo shorts and a dark blue t-shirt. "What's so funny?" he asks. We all say, "Grant." Which makes us laugh even harder, so hard that I fall off the chair I had just sat in. Zach catches me before I fall, and I'm still laughing. It's like I can't control my laughing at all.

After a few minutes, we all calm down, and Zach still looks confused. "Just forget it." I tell him, and he does what I say. I ask, "Where's my grandparents?" Bex explains, "They just went into town for groceries, once they saw our lunch baskets." I laugh and say, "Okay everyone! Follow me to the barns."

I lead them out to the barns, Grant and Zach carrying the baskets. I assign each of them a horse, and tell them how to get on. Once they accomplish that, I tell them how to steer. I put saddlebags on Zach and mine's horses, because they're the strongest. Once we're all on our horses, I put Lightning in the lead, then Zach behind me, then Liz, Jonas, Macey, Bex, and finally Grant. We ride our horses through the forest paths for a little while, until we reach a lake I used to go to all the time before I started at Gallagher.

We all get off, Liz almost falling off, but Jonas caught her, and I lay out a blanket big enough for all of us to sit on. We tie down our horses to a tree, and sit down for lunch. Bex gets out everyone sandwiches and water bottles, and we take in the scenery.

The lakeside is beautiful. The water is crystal clear, which is weird, but breathtaking and there are little fish swimming around in the more shallow waters. The lake is surrounded by huge willow trees, whose branches blow slightly in the breeze. The sun is high in the sky, and everything is lit up in a golden glow. It's simply beautiful, and I'm glad that in this dark world, this source of light hasn't changed a bit over the years.

After we finish out lunch, Zach and I talk about everything and everything. From our other students at Gallagher, to the teachers we love, and what else we're going to do while we're all here on the farm. Not once do Zach or I mention the passageway or the container. We sit there happily, my head in his lap, and him stroking my hair lovingly. We're enjoying the peace right now, and hey, who could blame us?

Grant and Bex are walking along the lake shore, and Grant must've said something stupid, because Bex pushed him in the water. What Bex didn't expect was to be pulled in along with him. Liz and Jonas see this happen, but when Liz trips over a rock, and falls into the lake, she takes Jonas in with her too. Macey, who was sitting on the shore, drawing in the sand, stands up, says, "What the heck." And jumps in too.

I look at Zach, who's already looking at me with a mischievous smirk. I stand up saying, "Oh, I don't think so." I start running away, already knowing of his plan to throw me in the water. I hear Zach get up and follow me in pursuit. I scramble up a tree, and find a rope that I used to use to swing into the lake. I stealthily get on it, and just as Zach reaches my branch, I wink at him, and say, "See ya later, Zachy-Poo." As I swing away, I hear him make a noise of annoyance at being called that.

I swing out into the middle of the lake, and then I let go, free falling until my body crashes into the water. I quickly swim upwards, only to see Zach landing on top of me, forcing me back under. He's lucky I held my breath. We both come up for air at the same time, and I glare at him. He quickly looks down, and smirks.

I look down, and notice I'm wearing a white shirt with a black bra. I silently curse myself for being so stupid, and blush so much I probably look like a tomato. I start to intentionally sink back under the water, when Zach pulls me up, tells me to stay above water, and starts pulling off his shirt. That doesn't help my blush, but when he offers me his shirt, I say, "Thank you. Now. Everyone turn around okay?" Everyone looks away, and I quickly slip my tank top off, and slide Zach's shirt on. As soon as his shirt is on, I realize he can see me in the reflection in the water, and stupid me didn't face away from him when changing.

Great. Just as my blush was dying down, this happens. I gasp in horror, and meet his eyes in the reflection of the water. He starts laughing, and I try to go under water again. He stops me, and kisses me on the head while saying, "I think you're beautiful. You shouldn't be embarrassed to change in front of me. But, if you're uncomfortable, I won't do it again." I nod, and he says, "Okay. Next time, turn around." I mock glare at him, and he laughs and kisses my head again. I'm still getting over the fact that a boy (even if that boy is Zach) saw me without a shirt on. I guess a bra is the same thing as a bikini but….whatever. This isn't going to ruin my fun.

I splashed everyone in the face, and everyone started splashing everyone else. Then Grant dunked me, and when I came back up, I said, "Bring it on." Thus started a splash war.

When we finally finished playing in the water, it was past dinnertime, and I knew my grandparents would be worried. But I didn't regret staying this late. For once, we were all just regular teenagers, not teenage spies in training. For once, we just let ourselves go, not noting how much time passed, or how much the sun had moved and been replaced by the moon. At the end of the splash war, we were all cold and wet, and we decided to head back to the house for food and showers. We cleaned up our stuff, and headed back to the farm.

When we got back, I put the horses up, and followed everyone into the house. Everyone passed by the kitchen, except for me. I told everyone to go ahead and take showers. I needed to do some stuff really quickly. First, I assured my grandparents we were safe and at home, and I apologized for being out super late, to which my grandma said, "No worry dearie. I expected as much from teenagers. And your friends told us that you might be out late. It's fine." I said, "Thanks grandma, grandpa. I love you guys. "I hugged them back, and walked into the kitchen. I ordered pizza, and while I was waiting for the guy to come, I tried calling mom.

This time, she answered on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Mom!" I said, relief flooding through my body.

"Hi sweetheart. How is everything? Are your friends having fun?" she asked, obviously happy to talk to me.

"Everything's fine. Yes, they're having a great time. We went to the lake today, actually. We spent all day there." After I said this, I heard someone walk up behind me, and turned around to see Zach standing there. I smiled at him and mouthed, 'mom', and he had a look f=of understanding.

"Great! So…" she trailed off, obviously up to something. "How are you and Mr. Goode?"

I gasped, "Mom!" At this, Zach looked concerned, and I gave him a reassuring look, which calmed him down. Apparently, his spying abilities were failing him right now. Which is probably a good thing.

"What?" she asked, her voice giving off her amusement. "I just asked you a question."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say mom."

She laughed. "I guess I'll see when I get there."

I gasped again. "Wait, you're-"

She interrupted me saying, "Shhh! Don't tell anyone! I want it to be a surprise! I don't want to scare them away." She laughed again, making me laugh along.

"Okay, "I said, glancing at Zach. "I should probably go, Zach looks suspicious."

"Oooh Mr. Goode is suspicious."

"Mom!"

She laughed again. "I'm just joking around. I'll see you soon. Love you."

"Love you too mom. Bye"

As soon as I hung up, Zach asked, "What was that about?"

I said, "Nothing, mom just wanted to talk, since I won't see her for a while. No big deal." He nodded, believing me instantly.

"I'm going to take a shower okay?" I told him.

He responded, "Okay. I'm going to set up a movie for everyone to watch while we wait for the pizza."

I nodded. "Okay. There's money in the cookie jar on the counter. Love you."

"Love you too!" he called, while I headed up the stairs. Life was good, for now at least.

I took a quick shower, and I put on underwear and a sports bra. After I brushed my hair and let it dry naturally, I made sure no one was upstairs, before running to Zach's room really quickly to get one of his shirts. I wanted it for comfort, and because I knew he likes it when I wear his clothes.

When I finally made it downstairs, the pizza had arrived. I walked into the living room to find everyone sitting there, watching a movie and eating pizza. Everyone's head turned when I walked in, but everyone but Zach looked back at the screen when they saw it was me. He smiled, pulled me onto his lap and said, "You look sexy." I smacked him lightly and said, "Oh shut up." I ate a few pieces of pizza, and slowly began to fall asleep to the movie.

Zach POV

I smiled down on Cammie as she fell asleep during the middle of the movie. She looked so adorable when she was sleeping, especially when I was cradling her against my chest. I was really tired too, so I announced to the others that we were going to sleep. Everyone said goodnight, and I carried Cammie up the stairs, being careful not to wake her up. I walked into her room, and laid her down onto her bed. I tried to get her to let go, but she, in her half- conscious mindset, said, "Stay with me."

I happily obliged, and when I settled in, she curled up into a ball at my side, and I put my arms around her in a protective gesture. I wasn't going to let anyone hurt her, especially not in her sleep. Cammie fell asleep instantly, and I watched her sleep, marveling in her beauty. She was so perfect, in every way, and she just didn't see it. She's my angel sent from above, and I'm not going to let her go. I kissed her forehead, and drifted away to sleep, thinking happy thoughts for once.

Rachel POV

I walked off the plane, moving at a brisk, steady pace. As I leave the bridge of the airplane, I spot Matt's mom waving at me. I smile at her, and start heading towards her, all the while keeping my spy senses busy. It is an airport after all. I reach Shelby (That's probably not her real name, but whatever.) and give her a hug, thanking her for letting me come, and for picking me up at such a late hour.

"It's no problem at all dear, although we do have a full house already. Not that I mind, of course. Those kids have such good manners for teenagers." She replied. We started walking towards the parking lot, dragging my luggage behind us.

"I would be surprised if they didn't. They all have classes on good manners at both of their schools." I told her. What I didn't (and couldn't) tell her was that they all know how to behave in dozens of countries around the world. That includes knowing how to use daily utensils in that country to kill an enemy agent.

We finally reached the truck, and as she started it up and headed towards the ranch, she started talking about how nice the kids were, and how she was glad that Cam has such good friends. I couldn't help but agree with her. Soon, we were there, and I declined her offer of taking any of my bags into the house. I silently closed the back door behind me, and headed towards my own guest room, wishing Shelby a good night. As soon as I got settled, I decided to check on Cammie.

I walked up the stairs to her room, and when I knocked, no one answered. I'm assuming she's asleep. It is 2 am, after all. But why do I hear another person breathing in there? I slowly opened the door, expecting there to be some kind of intruder coming in through the window or standing over her bed. What I saw was far from it. Zachary Goode was sleeping in the same bed as my daughter. Actually they were cuddled up as close as possible, and were sleeping. I believe they have some explaining to do in the morning. But for now….I'll leave them in peace. They're so cute together, and that's coming from a spy/mother/headmistress of a spy school. A protective one at that.

Okay so….you guys are probably thinking, "What happened to this chick? Did she just drop off the face of the Earth and die?" That accusation is now proven wrong. So, HA. Anyways. I can't tell you how sorry I am for not updating until six months later.

You probably want to know why.

If you don't….I don't care. I'm still telling you why. :P

Mostly, it's been school. Then on fall break, I went to Disney World in Florida like I do every year, and I wasn't able to update.

Then on winter break, I was doing something every week. And I got sick a few times. And I visited family for the holidays. Family that live in Florida, and Virginia, and NC and….ugh. SO much family.

And now, I'm back in school. The thing is…I'm in 8th grade, which is a gateway year for me, so I need to really focus on school if I want to do good in high school, and later on, college.

SO.

I'm going to TRY to update every other two weeks, or less. I'm sure I can do it. But I 'm usually also busy on the weekends. I will try my hardest though.

Right now, it's 2 in the morning where I live, and I've been working on this chapter since 11 at night. So it's been awhile. But I KNEW I had to update for you guys. I feel so bad for not updating for 6 months… so here I am. Updating. :D

I really, really, REALLY hope you guys like this chapter. I tried really hard to finish it.

If the characters are a little OOC, blame it on my being really tired. I may or may not go back and rewrite this chapter, just because I might've made so many mistakes in my half asleep mind.

So, if you're still reading this story, please review. If you read this whole author's note, please say the word: cupcakes.

Love you guys,

(: Sammi :)