*Update* Sorry to put in some drama, guys. I know this story is labeled as humor, but I thought I should mix in a little of both so that it's not just fun and games. GALLAGHER GIRL BOOK 3 IS OUT SOON!!!
Also, I'm going to respond to several of your comments here. You can scroll down past the line to read the story.
OutsideJokes – I love Angel! His dark and brooding nature is so sexy. I'm kind of sad he left the original Buffy series, because I really wish he and Buffy could have ended up together.
Anonymous – I'm not the biggest Robert Pattinson fan, and I'm not Edward Cullen's greatest fan either, but I do love Edward and I think Robert did a fantastic job. :P Also, thanks for pointing out that problem; I agree, Josh is completely out of character since I was out of touch with the story for so long.
Thanks to everyone else for the amazing, supportive comments! I don't think I could have written this much without your encouragement and reviews. My friend also told me about this site - . . It's very motivational if you are trying to reach a certain number of words. Try it.
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As I near the house, I realize how exhausted I am. I decide that the very first thing I'll do when I get inside is take a long, hot shower. Ugh. It's the summer, and it's hot already. Great. So I'll have to do with a cold shower that will only make me feel worse. Ice cream? That would work. If we had any.
I step into the cool foyer and immediately head for the kitchen. Opening the freezer, I notice a few gallons of ice cream. Score! Vanilla…coffee…chocolate. I take out the chocolate and open the container, then stick a spoon in. Hmm…now this is better.
I walk towards my room with my huge container of ice cream when I hear laughter. That's strange. I thought no one was here. The living room door is open, so I stick my head in and call out, "Hello? Grampa?"
Grampa's holding his sides as he laughs uncontrollably, sitting across from a tall old man and…Zach. I drop the spoon that I'm holding, and everyone turns to look at me.
"Uh…hi," I say awkwardly, bending to pick up the spoon. Great. This is just great. Zach hates me, and I'm making a fool out of myself. Count on Cammie to be the village idiot!
"Oh, hi Cammie!" Grampa gets up from his chair as the old guy and Zach rise. He eyes my container of ice cream and then my disheveled state. "Is anything the matter?"
"No! Nothing at all! Just the usual, you know, trying to avoid the heat." I try to slyly fix my hair. Wow, all those years of spy training and I'm still an awful liar. "It is pretty hot, you know." Did I mention what a fool I am?
"It is," Zach confirms, winking at me. What a jerk. He still has the nerve to flirt with me after standing me up.
"Good choice. Chocolate is my favorite flavor, too." The old guy smiles at me, and I smile back.
"Oh, I haven't introduced you yet! Cammie, this is," he gestures to the old guy. "- my old friend from school, James Horowitz."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," he says, shaking my hand. "Your grandfather speaks so highly of you, young lady."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Horowitz," I smile more than I mean to, only because Zach is smirking at me next to the old guy.
"Please, call me Jimmy." He turns to Grampa and remarks, "She sure looks a lot like your daughter, Dan."
So maybe I'm not such an idiot after all, if the old guy who just saw me walk in like a psycho with a huge container of ice cream thinks I look like my gorgeous mother. What a compliment! I beam, but the smile is wiped off my face when I see Zach's smirk.
"And this is Zachary Goode," Grampa gestures to Zach. "He is Jimmy's grandson."
"Hey," Zach smiles, the corners of his mouth lift up, and I can't help but notice his nice lips. Cammie! I reprimand myself and glare at Zach. "Oh," he says, surprised. "Well, it's nice to meet you, too."
He's wearing a bright blue t-shirt and khakis. He's also freshly showered. I can smell the scent of clean soap and musky shampoo as I eye the way his dark hair is perfectly ruffled. He's not looking at me, and I can tell he's trying hard not to, but he turns his gaze to me. It's an intense, smoldering gaze that melts me, and I instantly blush.
"Cammie?" Grampa asks.
"Huh? Oh, yes I heard you. You were saying that Jimmy and that guy" – I point at Zach as revoltingly as I can – "were going to stay here for awhile, so you and Jimmy can catch up, and because the grandson is visiting Jimmy, he brought him…" I trail off, having only realized what I just said. Zach is staying at my house? Is this some kind of joke? Is Fate trying to punish me? I didn't do anything. I swear! Other than stalking Zach and his friends occasionally, and maybe stalking Josh as well, and breaking a few laws in the process, but I'm a spy! Those crimes should be forgivable!
"So Jimmy is going to stay in the guest room, and because you and Molly are already staying in other rooms, Zach can make himself at home in this room. We'll make it nice. So sorry we couldn't have better accommodations," Grampa continues.
"Well, Molly could move into my room, so Zach could…" I grimace at the idea of Molly and I staying in the same room. I would strangle her. Big time.
Grampa winks at me, and Zach, reading my mind, grins, "It's no problem. The couch seems pretty comfy." He looks at me, smiling, and I blush. What nerve!
"All right, then it's settled," Grampa says. He peers at the container of ice cream that I had forgotten about. "Say, Cammie, I think a few chocolate stains may appear in a matter of seconds."
"Oh!" I quickly jump off the carpet. "I'll just go put this away."
"I'll help you," Zach offers, following me into the kitchen. When we enter the kitchen, Zach takes the ice cream container from my hands and sets it on the counter next to us. He quickly scans the room, and checks behind him.
"Zach –" I say, preparing myself to get angry with him, to yell at him for all he has done. Before I realize what is even happening, he brushes a lock of hair behind my ear and gently holds his hand at the side of my cheek. Then he leans in and kisses me.