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I left my friends and stepped into the elevator, descending into the mission that could save my best friend's life.
The elevator doors opened with a ding, and there stood a frantic Zach, hand running through his silky brown hair, eyes worried. He turned around when the elevator opened, eyes hopeful.
"Cammie! You're late!" He sprinted up and grabbed my suitcases from me, and just ran out the door.
"Good afternoon to you too!" I laughed, running out the door to catch up with him. He was tossing my suitcase in the trunk, and opened the door for me. I slid in and Zach told the driver to take us to the airport.
"California here we come!" I punched the air.
Zach rolled his eyes.
"You are such a dork." He snorted.
"Hey. Don't act like you aren't a dork either."
"I'm not."
"Oh-kayy." The rest of the ride was ridden in a comfortable silence, both of us looking out the window of our home-town for the last time in a very long time.
"Have a nice honeymoon!" The driver shouted, driving away from the airport. We stared after him, mouths agape, eyes wide.
"Well, you know what couples do on their honeymoons..?" Zach looked at me teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Shut up!" I shoved him, and rolled my suitcase inside, all the while, being graceful little me, tripping over it.
I stood up and looked at him. "That did not happen."
But Zach, unfortunately, saw it. He practically peed his pants laughing at me. This was going to be a very long mission.
IN THE AIRPLANE
"It's cold," I grumbled.
"Well, I'm not going to give you my jacket," Zach teased.
"I wasn't asking for your jacket," I grouched. Sorry, okay? It reminded me of the time I was with Josh. Yes, I know, I know, it's been like, two years. Get over it. But he was my first-and so far only-love. I pulled my legs up to my chest and closed my eyes, trying to sleep. Right before I arrived in dreamland, I felt something drape over my shoulders.
I woke up with my head on Zach's shoulders, and he was asleep, his head on top of my head. Great. How was I supposed to get out? Erm..just inch away slowly? I tried that. He groaned and slung his arm over me.
Great. That just made if worse. Something fell to the floor. I looked down with my eyes. His..jacket? Oh yea..he draped it over me before I fell asleep. Maybe he does have a sweet side. I smiled. I quickly but smoothly slid my head out from under his but caught his head with my shoulders, so his head stayed in the same position. He didn't wake up. I picked the jacket up with my feet and caught it with my hands. I saw his arm had goosebumps, so I tried to throw it back over his shoulders. Heh. I missed. Some spy I am.
A flight attendant walked by just as I was awkwardly straining with my feet to get the jacket off the ground, but it was like, 10 feet away. She laughed and picked it up for me.
"Thank you," I blushed. I then gently threw it over Zach's shoulders and looked away.
ZPOV
"I'm cold," Cammie whined.
"Well, I'm not giving you my jacket," I teased her.
"I wasn't asking for your jacket," She snapped. Oh-kay then. Must have hit a sensitive spot there. I'll find out about that later. She pulled her legs up to her chest and curled up into a tiny ball, and closed her eyes. She looked so cute-like a child. Right before she fell asleep, I slipped my jacket off and draped it around her shoulders. Her goosebumps went away.
How does she sleep like that? It looks extremely uncomfortable. I gently pulled her legs down and leaned her head on my shoulder. Pretty soon, my head fell on top of hers and the last thing I smelled was the scent of her coconut-scented hair before I fell asleep.
I woke up to Cammie awkwardly sliding her head out from under mine and catch my head with her shoulder. I almost laughed – but I pretended to stay asleep. Then I saw my jacket on the floor. She kicked it up with her feet-and after about four tries she caught it. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at her determination. Then she tried to throw it over me. She missed. It took all the willpower I had not to crack up. What a graceful spy she was. The flight attendant picked it up for her and she blushed.
Awh, she looked so cute. Wait, what? Zach, you are a spy. You're not allowed to have feelings. All that will do is put them in danger. I felt my jacket get draped over my shoulders and I pretended to wake up.
CPOV
Zach woke up once I tossed the jacket over his shoulders.
"Sorry," I whispered. "Did I wake you up?"
"No, it's cool." Zach smirked. Once we landed, we walked out, and were blasted with the California heat.
"MOTHER OF LORD, IT'S HOT." I shouted. A couple overheard and laughed.
"Home, sweet home." they smiled.
We got our luggage and got to the hotel. We got the keys.
"Enjoy your honeymoon!" The desk clerk called after us.
"Why does everyone think we're on our honeymoon!" I exclaimed.
"Maybe 'cause we make a cute couple," Zach smirked. We opened the room door-and it was perfect! There was a mini kitchen with a stove and a sink, a king sized bed, a beautiful little balcony that overlooked the sparkling ocean, a TV, a couch, a fridge, a closet, two bathrooms, and some chairs.
We hung our clothes up and ate Cup Noodle while watching TV.
"Let's go swimming." Zach got up and pulled a pair of swimming shorts from the closet.
"Alright." I tossed my Cup Noodle and went to my suitcase. I remember Macey told me she packed me eight bathing suits. Where are they..? Oh, found them!
I pulled the first one out. It was black, and barely covered anything.
"Okay, not that one.." I tossed it on the floor next to me.
The other ones followed suit-they were the same thing, except different colors.
"I dunno, I kind of like those," Zach winked. I rolled my eyes. I seem to be doing that a lot around him. I finally found one that wasn't...too revealing. It was a mint color, and it was a two-piece bikini. On the sides of my hips was a string of grey beads holding it together that I had to tie into bows. Same with the top piece behind my neck and back. I just left my hair down-I liked looking at my hair floating around in the water-it made me feel like a mermaid.
We went down to the beach and talked about our favorite things: Color, food, store, drink.
Mine was coral, garlic bread, Forever21, and Dr. Pepper.
Zach's was grey, curly fries, didn't have a favorite store, and Dr. Pepper. We got to the beach and went to the water.
"It's cold! I always thought California beach water would be warm," I said.
"Me, too." He agreed. "But you know what would make it warm really quick?" He looked at me.
"What?" I caught on too late. He picked me up and flung me in.
"ZACH!" I screamed. Under the water, I looked at my hair, just like I said. It floated around my face in wisps. Then, I got an idea. I surface the water, making sure to splash a lot.
"ZACH, I CAN'T.." Go under. Go back up. "SWIM!" I shrieked. I went under again, and swam away as fast as I could. I heard a splash and looked behind me, he had went under the surface and was looking for me. He surfaced, probably trying to see if I was lying and was floating on my back. I swam around peoples' legs, trying to hide from him.
ZPOV
"ZACH I CAN'T.." Cammie's face went under water. She bobbed back up. "SWIM!" She finished. Then she went underwater. CRAP! I quickly went in and gritted my teeth against the cold, and squinted my eyes from the salt. Where was she? Was she dead? Well, dead bodies float, don't they? Or was that just live bodies? Whatever! I went back up, trying to look for her long hair. Where is she? I went back under and saw a mint colored bathing suit through peoples' legs. I swam towards it, but then it was gone. Then I saw her hair about 6 feet away to the left. I swam as fast as I could towards it, and caught her ankle. A stream of bubbles escape from her mouth as she let out her air in shock. She went back up and, after catching her breathe, started laughing. Really hard.
"Cammie! You scared the hell out of me!" I screamed at her. My heart was still pumping-from all the swimming and the fright she gave me. She stopped laughing and widened her eyes once she realized that I got seriously scared.
"Well then you shouldn't have thrown me in." She stuck her tongue out at me.
"That doesn't give you the right to pretend to drown!" I ranted. "I seriously thought you were going to die or something."
She looked up. "Sorry," she whispered.
I looked down at her for a second, and then sighed.
"Me too." I gave her a hug. "Let's go back up." We ran back to the hotel-the hot sand burning our feet. It was around 6:00 now (let's pretend that they changed time-zones and stuff..so it's 6:00p.m.) We took our showers (good thing there were two bathrooms) and ate dinner. Pretty soon it was 10:00. I walked out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth to see Zach setting up pillows and blankets on the couch.
"Whatcha doing?" I asked.
"I'm not going to sleep on the floor, Cam." I saw him roll his eyes, even though his head was turned. It was in his voice.
"Zach, you can sleep with me on the bed, you know. I know you're not going to try anything," I gave him a look. "And we practically slept together on the plane."
And with that, I hopped under the covers and snuggled in.
"Good night." I said.
I heard him stand there awkwardly for a moment, probably wondering whether to go to the bed like I said or just stay on the couch. He flipped the lights off and climbed into bed with me. We both knew the other was awake, our backs towards each other. Well, this isn't awkward at all.
I turned around to face him, and he did the same.
"I really am sorry about today." I told him. Through the darkness I could see the bright green of his eyes. He could probably see the blue in mine.
"I forgive you." He said.
"We're going to get them back. We're going to get Bex and Grant back. Right?"
I knew that he couldn't answer this question. I knew that there was no definite answer yet. But I need reassurance. And that was exactly what he gave me.
"We are. I can see it. We're going to get them out, all four of us alive, all four of us uninjured, and we'll go back home and live happily ever after." He smirked at the ending. I smiled.
"Good night for reals this time." I said.
"Get some rest, Cammie." I turned back around and fell asleep, snuggled under the warm covers.
It was peaceful. The balcony door was open, and I could hear the waves crashing onto the shore.
I dreamed of getting Bex and Grant back alive.