a/n: hello, hello! so, i have a favor to ask of you all, will you please, please check out my new five-shot Crescendo I posted it up recently, so yeah...? :D anyway, as usual, i'd like to thank all of you for reading & reviewing, you guys ROCK!
for the-always-lovely MissPradaPrincess: thanks so much for your review :) i love reading them. they're pretty lengthy, right amount of emoticons xD, and definitely fun to read xD i love the Veronicas! ohmygosh, yes! anyway, umm, i don't know actually, if you can post stories from your phone. (i saw you posted a story (amazing one, btw). did you use your phone?) all i know is you can r & r on phones/iTouches. yes, i like Harry Potter with a burning passion! you. wouldn't. believe. I usually prefer the books over the movies, but HP is my only exception ;D singers/artists/band: boys like girls is my favorite band but i have a variety of favorites xD thanks for reviewing, again xD
so, enjoy, loves:
Cammie opened the door of her room, to be enveloped in darkness. She flipped the switch against the wall, and suddenly light exploded through her room. She smiled stupidly, re-living her whole night in her head. She fell onto her bed, pulling her blanket over her body. She kicked off her sandals, rolling onto her side to pull out her cell phone from her purse. She quickly began typing.
CAMMIE: I had the best night ever! ever! ever! ever! :)
In an instant, a reply came shooting through on Cammie's small cell phone screen. She pressed the icon and read the message.
BEX: NO EFFING WAY! DID HE TRY TO MAKE A MOVE? HUUUH? ;) DEETS, PLEASE.
CAMMIE: EW, NO Dx we went out to dinner and we talked.
BEX: hmm, more talking? you guys certainly talk a lot xD
CAMMIE: and there was some kissing!
BEX: NOW, i'm intrigued. spill.
Cammie began typing away her night in full detail to Bex. She smiled idiotically the whole time while capturing the exact words Zach spoke and the exact way he looked at her. Just thinking about the whole night sent electric sparks through her body.
"Cammie!" Jane's voice came through the door, followed by a light knock.
"Yeah?" Cammie called back, still typing on her cell phone.
"We'll be going home now, do you need anything?" She asked, while opening the door slightly. She peeked inside, her usual warm smile was on her face. Cammie looked over her shoulder at her, "No, I don't. Thanks anyway, Jane."
Jane nodded, "I'll just lay your pajamas out for you." She said and walked over to one of Cammie's dressers, pulling out the drawer and taking out a pair of pajamas.
Cammie rolled to her side, to look at Jane perfectly, she laughed, "I can get my own PJ's, I'm eighteen!" Cammie made a face but laughed.
Jane chuckled, closing the drawer and laying cerulean pajama bottoms with a white long sleeve tee on the edge of Cammie's bed. "Good night, breakfast will be ready for you before you get up."
Cammie nodded, "Night." She smiled then went back to her phone. Jane walked out of her room, closing the door gently behind her.
- XxX -
It was almost three in the morning, when a thump woke Cammie out of her light sleep. She shot up, running a hand through her messy hair. Her room was dead silent, but she could hear the faintest of of foot steps outisde the carpeted hallway. Cammie instantly through off her white duvet and placed her bare feet on the cold wooden floor. She got up and rushed over quietly to the door. She carefully pressed her ear against the wood, and then she heard a door knob in the hall being jiggled. She carefully opened the door and gently stuck her head out in the hall, to see a dark figure. Cammie's breath hitched, but she tried not to make a noise. Fear instantly washed over Cammie's body. It was burglar!
She instantly ran up to the guy, kneeing him in the back and pulling his arms behind his back. The guy struggled, but easily flipped Cammie over so she landed on her back on the carpeted floor. Cammie grunted as the burglar place a large hand over her mouth. Cammie bit his hand, while twisting one of his arms causing him to stumble and fall. Cammie kicked him in the stomach, but he simply caught her foot and pushed her off. Cammie fell to the ground and rolled onto her left side dodging the guy's fist. Cammie jumped to to her feet, the guy grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back.
"Ugh, ow!" Cammie groaned and used all her weight to flip the guy over. When he did, she placed her knee on his stomach, pushing her whole weight on him. She placed a hand around his mouth and in the moon light she could see it was... Zach.
"Zach?" Cammie asked, eyes widened. She slowly removed her hand but did not get off him.
"Wow," Zach breathed, "Where'd you learn to fight like that?"
"I took a defense class two summers ago," she replied, "now what are you doing here?"
Zach looked into her eyes, "Cammie, this isn't what it looks like.
"How horribly cliche," Cammie rolled her eyes, then narrowed them at him, "What are you doing here, Zach? Because it looks like you're breaking into my house!"
Zach stared up at her, struggling underneath her weight, "Can you get off me first?
"No," Cammie grumbled through clenched teeth.
Zach sighed and gently pushed her off, causing her to fall on her back. Zach stood up, and so did Cammie. She was definitely a fighter. In the dark hallway, the only light came from the open window -that Zach obviously came through- at the end of the hall. Moon light shot through, and in the dim light Zach could see Cammie glaring at him. Zach took a step towards her but she retreated and ran into her room. Zach followed her, turning on the lights.
"Cammie," Zach said, "Let me explain please, you don't understand."
Cammie turned to him, still glaring and throwing anything she could find at Zach. "Get. Away. From. Me. Zach. Now."
"Cammie," Zach frowned, dodging all the items she was throwing at him. "Please, listen!"
"You're breaking into my house, you live on your own, oh gosh, you're... a burglar or jewel thief or something like that!" Cammie cried, pulling the books out of her shelf and aiming them towards Zach's head. "Or a convict!"
"Cammie, no!" Zach said, dodging the heavy books. "Please."
"Why are you here, Zach?" Cammie glared, reaching over for another book but finding out that she threw all the books already. "Don't say this is some romantic scheme, I won't buy it!"
"Cammie!" Zach pleaded walking towards her. Cammie ran over to her night stand and pulled of the lamp that sat there. She held it and glared at Zach, "Don't come any closer Zach, I swear, come closer and I will have every police officer in Virgina after your ass!" She pointed a defiant index finger towards him, the lamp in her other hand.
Zach held up his hands in surrender than pulled something out of his back pocket. Cammie's eyes widened and for a second, she thought he'd pull out a gun, but instead he pulled out what looked like a wallet. He extended it out to her and showed her an ID. Cammie was too far away to see what it said, so she squinted and looked at him, "What is it?"
"It's my identification," Zach replied, "My name is Zachary Goode, top agent of the CIA."
Cammie's eyes widened then she let out a laugh, hysterically. "Are you kidding me? Yeah, you're a CIA agent, and I'm a superhero!" She let out a chuckle then scooted back.
"Cammie, I'm serious," Zach said eyes not looking at all jokeful.
Cammie shook her head, "That's a load of lies! A CIA agent? Are they even real?"
"Well, they're not imaginary like mermaids or unicorns, of course they're real!" Zach retorted, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "But you know, if you don't believe me, ask your grandfather."
Cammie lowered down the lamp, her face growing softer, "What's that supposed to mean? What does my grandfather have to do with?"
"Charles Morgan, right?" Zach replied, "He was one of the best, in fact so was his son, your dad, James Morgan."
"How'd you know my dad's name?" Cammie asked, icy glares shooting from her eyes. She remembered everything she and Zach talked about, and they never talked about their father's names.
"Because, your dad died three years ago, right?" Zach asked.
Tears formed in Cammie's eyes at the topic of their discussion. "Stop."
"He died in an accident, right?" Zach made air quotes around the word accident as he spoke.
"Stop, Zach! Who are you?"
"Spy." Zach replied, meeting her eyes, "Just like my dad, he also died three years ago the same night your dad did, they were partners."
Tears spilled over Cammie's face as she choked back a sob. Zach took a small step forward, looking like he wanted to comfort her. But he resisted.
"I'm sorry Cammie, but it's true. That's why I'm here, to find out how they died. You don't know do you?" Zach continued, "But I'm pretty sure your grandparents know."
"LEAVE!" Cammie shouted, "STOP IT! SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP, OKAY?" Tears streamed down her face, her eyes burning and turning red.
Zach's face looked hurt, as he put his wallet back in his pocket. He looked down at his shoes then looked up at her, "Cammie, don't think everything you and I went through was a lie. I honestly do like you. A whole lot. And when I say you can trust me, I want you to believe it. Because you can, I wouldn't lie to you. I'm not going to hurt you and if you need me, call me." He said then walked out of her room.
Cammie sobbed, covering her mouth to drown out the sound. She dropped the lamp onto the ground, collapsing on the ground, and started to cry in her mess of a room.
- XxX -
Cammie hit her alarm off before it had a chance to go off. Ever since the invasion of Zach and his life changing news, she couldn't sleep. She cleaned her room spotless so the evidence of last night couldn't even show it happened. But that didn't erase the fact that it did.
Her grandfather, a CIA agent? How was that even possible? He owned a car company. Cammie sighed and got out of bed. She quickly got dressed and picked out the first outfit she saw. She ran a brush through her hair and walked out of her room. She looked down the hallway, out to the window where Zach probably broke in. She sighed, folding her arms over her chest.
She could feel her heart pounding at rapid speed. She felt... scared, confused, betrayed, and... worst of all, heartbroken. Were things over with Zach? She honestly didn't know.
She walked down to her grandfather's office, pushing the double doors open. She peeked inside and stepped into the empty room. Everything was organized and clean. Large shelves stood against the blue walls, that were filled with books and books. In the center stood his desk, with two chairs in front of it. Cammie walked over to the desk, sitting in her grandfather's seat. She spun in a slow circle, feeling rather depressed.
Behind the desk, were two black filing cabinets. She stopped spinning in front of it, scooting closer with the chair. She pulled open the bottom cabinet, it was unlocked. Cammie raised an eyebrow and pulled it open. Inside were crisp manila folders, pressed tightly together. She fingerd through the edges and pulled one out at random. It had no labels, but there was something inside. She flipped it open to see what looked like a resignation letter. It read; Charles Morgan, CIA Agent, Roseville, Virgina. Cammie's jaw dropped.
"Cammie?" Jane's voice called from downstairs. Startled, Cammie quickly shoved the papers into the folder, stuffed it back in the filing cabinet, and stood up. She looked around and made sure the room looked the same way as she left it.
She ran out the office, pulling out her phone. She dialed a number waiting for that person's voice to come up. "Hello?" Her heart nearly skipped a beat when she heard it. Cammie spoke, "Zach, we need to talk."
a/n: please leave a review, please. it's really late here and I should be getting off to bed. so yeah, thanks for reading(: