Disclaimer: Sozza lozza guys, I do not own Zach **sigh** or the Gallagher Girls, that's Ally's job!
Author's Note: Sorry I forgot a disclaimer on the last chapter, I'm new, don't hate me! I would just like to say I am EXTREMELY grateful to wittykittylizzie for being my first reviewer. This next chapter is in honour of you guurrl!
"Ahhhhh!" I hear Macey's scream before I can even see her. So much for thinking I could have a few hours alone in peace before all of the other girls turned up.
Macey burst through the door with a mischievous look on her face. "Oh my God Cam, I haven't seen you in nearly two months!" she exclaimed, using my nickname given to me in freshman year, my initials spelling out C.A.M.
"I know, I missed you so much!" I squealed back, running over and enveloping her in a much deserved hug.
"How was your summer?" she asked, as if she already knew the answer, which she probably did, seeing as I do the same thing every holiday.
"Fine, I spent the first month with my mum in New York and the other with my dad in Toronto," her face turned to one of understanding, "What about you, how was your summer?" I asked. I knew she had probably spent it with her maid, Anna, in one of the many McHenry 'family' holiday homes whilst her father was off being the successful Senator he is, and her mother socializing with other wives of rich men.
"Do you even have to ask? This time I went to Madrid, so I was finally able to test my espaῆol, but apart from that it was pretty boring and lonely. Although, I have to say, the shops in Madrid were amazing! Talk about shopping heaven," she said.
"Well, I guess summer sucks for both of us eh? At least we don't have to go back to our poor excuses of parents for another couple of months," I joked, and she giggled, but the laughter on her part was soon replaced with a sly smile.
"Hmmmmm, Cameron dear, I do hope you haven't forgotten something..." she said evilly.
I groaned, "Urrrggghh, please don't remind me! Why don't we have this month of no boy talk before our school gets stunned and dazed by the opposite sex, AKA dogs!" I said sourly.
"Tut tut tut Cammie, you know I of all people cannot go a month without talking about boys. Besides, we need to prepare for this invasion of the unknown. The only boys I actually know about are Zac Efron and Justin Bieber, and that's only from the magazines, which means that half of that boy knowledge is likely to be utter crap. But don't you dare tell Liz or Bex that!" Macey shouted the last part when she saw the grin starting to form on my face. I put my hands up in mock surrender and she stuck her tongue out at me, mature right?
"Don't tell us what?" Liz asked innocently as she and Bex walked through the door with their matching flowery suitcases.
Macey and I both screamed and ran up to them for a group hug. Once we had all calmed down a little, we heard the stories of Liz and Bex's holiday (remind me never to fall asleep whilst sunbathing in Australia! Liz was a bright shade of pink from sunburn.) Then Liz repeated her question, "Don't tell us what?"with Bex nodding in agreement. Macey gave me a warning glance, but I just shrugged and said "Macey admitted to knowing nothing about real-life boys!" then ran and hid behind my bed, afraid of what Macey would do to punish me.
In between laughs Bex managed to say "That's so funny! Our so called boy expert isn't so 'expert' after all!" whilst Macey stared daggers at me. You know that saying 'if looks could kill'? Well, I'd be so dead right now!
"So called?" Macey screeched.
Hoping I'd get on Macey's good side, I interrupted the laughter by adding "So she came up with a plan," this got their attention, "that we should prepare of this onslaught of males joining the Gallagher population." Luckily for me it worked, and Macey shot me a friendly and grateful smile.
Suddenly, the three girls in front of me smiled menacingly, and at the same time whispered "This calls for a makeover session!" which may I just say was beyond creepy.
Makeovers weren't really my scene. Sure, give me a sleepover involving Bond and Bourne marathons any day, but a kiki involving hair and makeup was out of my depth. As they started unpacking, looking for their makeup supplies buried deep in the cavernous suitcases, I grabbed my essentials (iPod, leotard and dance shoes) and slipped out of the room. Lucky for me, no one noticed, otherwise I would have been put on unofficial dorm arrest by my roommates (which is scarier thank you think, trust me, I've experienced the terrors of an angry Bex. She is not someone you want to antagonize!) I quickly got changed in the communal restroom down the hall, putting on my leotard and replacing my hoodie and jeans over the top, heading out to the dance rooms before a search party was sent around the dorms looking for me, ready to drag me back to my own personal hell. No thank you, that's not my style. I don't want to stand out with fancy makeup and hairdos, I much prefer to blend in, kind of like a chameleon. Yeah, that's me, Cammie the chameleon, and I wouldn't change it for the world.
Authors note: Hey guys, thanks for reading! It would mean a lot to me if you could review! I tried to spell check and proof read this one a little more, make sure it makes more sense, you know how it is. Love y'all! ~XOXO