a/n: so, guess what i'm drinking right now? come on, guesss :D teehee, okay it's a Mello Yello and why am i making such a big spazzy deal about this? because it was like extinct for the past few years xDD teehee. so um, yeah, if you didn't guess already, i'm a tad bit socially awkward. heh.
for MissPradaPrincess: um, i'm not a big Bieber fan, but i don't hate on him either. the feeling's neutral i guess xD um, i'm going to pretend your second question asked who's "my favorite" actor/actress xD actor: Johnny Depp, Michael Cera, and Ashton Kutcher actress: Leighton Meester, Anne Hathway, and Rachel McAdams xD Britney Spears is pretty cool, in my opinion xD aw, thank YOU for being a fabulous reviewer and please update your story soon!
well, here you go:
Cammie made her way down to the kitchen, the thick aroma of bacon and eggs filled the air. Jane was by the stove tops, flipping eggs over with a black spatula. She was humming to an unfamiliar tune with her hair pulled back in a bun. Cammie sat on the stool by the counter top, just across from Jane.
"Hey Jane?" Cammie asked as she poured herself a glass of orange juice from the brand new carton.
"Yes, doll?" Jane asked as she slid Cammie's plate towards her. Cammie picked up a clean fork and stared down at the sizzling bacon strips that laid on her plate. She looked over to Jane, a little shy.
"Um, so, you met my dad right?" She asked and casually looked up to meet Jane's eyes.
Jane turned off the stove then began to collect the dirty dishes she used. "Yes, i've been working for your grandparents before your mother and father got married." She collected the plates and bowls onto a pile and placed them gingerly into the sink.
"Oh," Cammie responded, then took a small bite of her eggs, "so... was dad always a business man?" Cammie chewed quietly then swallowed down her eggs. She moved around her fluffy eggs with the tips of her fork, trying to avoid looking at Jane too curiously. The topic was obviously something Jane didn't like to talk about since she was fuirously scrubbing at the burned ashes on a skillet.
"Jane?" Cammie spoke up, staring at her back.
She turned around, then tossed her yellow sponge aside and washed the black specks off her hands. She walked over to the opposite side of the counter and placed fresh bread into the steel four-slice toaster. She pressed down the side button, waiting for the heat to start radiating before speaking. "Um, yes, your father always was. Well, for as long as I've known him, I suppose." She shrugged her shoulders and met Cammie's eyes.
Cammie stared back at her, noticing how her eyes seemed scared and unsure, almost as if she was keeping a deadly secret from trying to reveal itself. A secret Cammie obviously wasn't supposed to know since Jane could barely stare at Cammie for too long. Jane was suspicious, Cammie observed as both she and Jane almost jumped at the sound of the toasted bread jumping out of it's slots.
"Aren't you going to be late for school?" Jane asked as she pulled out a pair of tongs from a wooden utensil holder. She carefully picked up the bread and stacked them onto a small plate. She occupied herself by spreading Nutella onto the toasted bread with a butter knife, not looking at Cammie.
Cammie raised an eyebrow, "Um... I guess." She looked at her gold watch and saw she had exactly an hour before school started, "Well, not really."
Jane was now evenly spreading the delicious substance onto the bread, taking her sweet time. Cammie just sat there and took a small gulp of her sweet orange juice. Jane was acting weird, really weird. Cammie placed down her glass, staring at Jane. "Are you okay? You seem... jumpy."
Jane looked at Cammie, her eyes widening a little, "Oh no, of course, sweetie! I just didn't get much sleep last night, I guess." She bit down one of the edges, a fresh crunch coming from the broken bread. She picked up the plate and extended it out, offering some to Cammie.
Cammie reached out and took one, "Um, okay, well, I'll be going now."
Jane nodded, "How'd you sleep?"
Cammie thought for a moment, in all honesty, she slept horribly. A guy she was in total like with and only met a few days ago, could possibly be a spy, who knew more about her family than she did. In that moment she felt just like Harry Potter when Hermione knew his father was great at quidditch before he did. Except, it wasn't an astounding outcome, it was more of a confusing burden. So, Cammie just shrugged, "Okay, I guess."
She hopped off her stool and grabbed her leather tote bag. She pushed the swinging double doors of the kitchen, while taking a bite into her bread. She pulled out her car keys from her bag's pocket and opened the main door. She walked down the stone steps of the front patio and walked over to her car. It was a chilly morning, but the sun's golden rays were already striking through the Morgan's front lawn. It was nearing summer, Cammie could feel it.
She got into her car, then pulled out her cell phone. She quickly dialed Zach's number, he picked up almost instantly, "Hello?"
"Heey," Cammie replied, feeling her face stretch into a smile.
"Oh, what's up?"
"So, we should meet up and I mean as soon as possible," Cammie said and drove her car out of the Morgan Mansion's circular gravel driveway. She waited patiently as the guards opened the iron gates, waving goodbye at her. She smiled in response, her phone not leaving her ear.
"Um, okay, where?" Zach asked.
"Where do you stay?" Cammie asked, wondering why she never asked in the first place. That just proved she didn't know a lot about Zach and his life. Like being a CIA agent, for one. "I mean, while you're in Roseville?"
Zach gave Cammie directions to a nearby hotel that she knew then they hung up. Cammie threw her phone back into her bag and made an abrupt turn on the highway to the hotel Zach was staying at. She parked in hotel parking, turning off her car and grabbing her bag. She entered the hotel's lobby, making her way through the tourists and guests. She pushed passed a crowd of little kids in their swim suits with floaties around their bodies and walked over to the front desk. Cammie asked for Zach's room number and the kind front desk woman gave it on a small sheet of yellow paper. Cammie thanked her and ran towards the elevators. She pushed the button on the side, waiting for the doors to slid open, hopefully with no people in it.
The doors finally slid open, Cammie walked in and pressed the number 4 button to take her to the fourth floor. She waited patiently, staring at her reflection in the elevator's mirror. Low jazz music came from the built-in speakers somewhere in the elevator. The doors finally opened to a group of people waiting, the all got in as Cammie walked out. She looked down at the number written on the paper and looked for room 414. Once she found it, she knocked while hoping it was the right room.
Luckily, Zach opened the door still in a pair of boxers and without a shirt. He looked startled to see her, "Oh when you meant "as soon as possible," you meant now?"
Cammie resisted the urge to check Zach out, so she looked from his neck up, "yeah, pretty much."
Zach nodded, running a hand through his hair. He opened the white wooden door wider for Cammie to enter. She had to walk over a pile of dirty clothes, skip over a pair of empty TV dinner trays, and try not to knock over the half empty coffee cups. She made a face at the disaster that was Zach's room.
"It's a little messy," Zach nodded, folding his arms across his chest.
'Yeah," Cammie nodded, pushing some clothes aside on the bed, to make room for her to sit. "So, I asked Jane about my dad. About his job, I mean." Cammie said then fiddled with edges of her leather jacket.
"Really?" Zach asked, walking over to a dresser then leaning against it, arms still across chest. "What'd she say?"
Cammie shrugged indifferently, meeting Zach's beautiful green eyes, "That he's always been a business man, I guess. It was kind of an indirect answer, almost like she was avoiding the topic because it was too uncomfortable."
Zach nodded, "She knows something." He stated simply and that small statement from him was all it took for Cammie to believe it.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, people would only act all suspicious and stuff if they know something, it's like common knowledge." Zach said, pulling the curtains open and letting light enter the room.
"What would Jane know? I mean, a secret that she couldn't tell me? She practically raised me!" Cammie said, the feeling of violation and lies suddenly sinking inside her body. It was like some bad movie, where the seemingly normal teenager suddenly wakes up one more and realized her whole life has been one big fat lie that she couldn't fix.
Zach shrugged, "People only keep secrets for one reason."
"And that is?"
"To keep people safe."
Cammie sighed, playing with one of the necklaces that dangled from her neck. "Hey Zach?"
"Yeah?"
"Could we not have this conversation while you're still in your underwear?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry," Zach replied, "Just one moment." He said then walked into the bathroom, grabbing a pair of pants and a t-shirt. Cammie could swear on her life that she saw the lightest shade of red tinted on Zach's cheeks.
- XxX -
"What's it like being a spy?" Cammie asked as she straightened a pile of old magazines on a coffee table, "I mean, this may sound cliche but do you get gadgets? Jet Packs? Special IDs? Hover crafts? What's it like? Like really?"
Zach chuckled as he picked up articles of clothing off the floor. "That's all a little bit too cliche." He said, while glancing at Cammie then he looked away, "Do you even know anything about being a spy?"
"Um, no," Cammie admitted as she picked up a small waste basket. She picked up various items; used napkins (ew), candy wrappers, empty soda bottles, empty gum containers, and old post-it notes. "Well, the only experience I have is from watching James Bond movies with my grandpa."
Zach laughed, "Charles Morgan watching James Bond movies?"
"What?" Cammie asked, genuinely confused. Were spies not a loud to watch movies or something?"
"Every spy knows James Bond movies are the fakest things in the world," Zach replied while pulling the soft pillows off the large bed, "It's kind of like Twilight to a real vampire or magic shows to a real wizard." He tossed the pillows onto the now visible floor, then pulled on one edge of the bed sheet. Cammie walked over, setting the waste basket down, and helping Zach with the other side. She pulled on her side as Zach pulled on hers and they both tucked the corners under the mattress. Suddenly, the unkept bed became straightened from wrinkles and loose ends. Cammie pulled on Zach's blanket, finding it to smell strongly of whatever shampoo Zach used. She covered the bed completely with the blanket as Zach tossed the pillows neatly back on.
"So what's it really like?" She asked and sat down comfortably on one side. "Do you get gadgets?"
"Yeah, I guess," Zach said and arranged the items on his night stand, "But we don't call them gadgets, that's for sure."
Cammie nodded as if he was a teacher and she was greatly fascinated by what he knew. She took a pillow and placed it onto her lap then looked at Zach, "how'd you find me? You're a nineteen year old CIA agent, who came to Virginia with the intentions of figuring out how your father died. How did you find me in the process?"
"I didn't find you, you were just an unexpected turn that i'm glad happened."
a/n: i am so hungry right now D: i should eat dinner now. anyway, so yeah, i updated :D so yeah, thanks for reading! hopefully you'll leave a review :)