a/n: question: have you ever spent thirty minutes rolling around on the ground laughing like idiots with your best friend?
well, just less than an hour ago, i did. And my eyes sting from the tears of joy, my throat feels dry, and my breathing is heavy, but it was hilarious and fun(: so, i thought i'd close of the day by updating.
thanks for the critique you guys :D i do take it into consideration and a way to learn.
so, here we go, two more chapters till the finale:
Zach Goode tossed and turned for hours on his bed, not being able to fall to sleep. He rolled around, shifting his body under his thick blanket, his eyes wide open. He just didn't feel tired, he felt wide awake. He stared at the ceiling on top of him, wondering why his mind was wide awake and refused to let him rest.
Everytime he tried to close his eyes, thoughts and scenrios would keep his mind occupied.
Thoughts and scenerios mostly of Cammie.
Zach placed his hands behind his head, laying on it like a pillow. He gazed into the distance, lost in his own thoughts. Cammie, Cammie, Cammie, Cammie. Her name rang in his ears like a peaceful melody, like a rhythmic flow of water down a silent stream. Her name could just roll of his tongue without feeling awkward or forgein.
He smiled idiotically to himself for awhile, wondering if she was sleeping at that moment. There was probably a possibility that she was. It was two in the morning. She was probably sound asleep, dreaming of... whatever teeange girls dream of.
He turned to his side, the fifteenth position he moved from in the last hour, and sighed a sigh of happiness. Then completely shook his head with distaste, he was acting like a teeanged girl after her first date! How utterly pathetic, he thought to himself, thankful Grant or Jonas or anyone else was awake to see him so ...lame but happy.
Cammie liked him, he knew that for a fact. Girls -especially spy girls- don't just go around kissing anyone unless they absolutely liked them or had some kind of attraction toward them. He sat there in contemplation, reminiscing the feel of her lips on his. The touch of sparks she ignited into him. It was attraction, fatal attraction.
There was one thing Zach was positive about, and that was that he wanted to ask Cammie out. He wanted to tell her how he felt, despite the corny sounding feel it gave off. Zach's never liked anyone as much as he liked Cammie and he felt like his secrets were all safe with her.
After the kiss, they spent a good amount of talking. Not just talking about themselves but about the people who revolved around their lives. They talked about their family, their friends, their schools (but not too much information), and about what they wanted to do with their lives. It was sort of weird for Zach, he was never actually open with people. He never actually wanted to talk to people about his future or his life. But for some reason, with Cammie, it was very different. She made him feel at ease, like he could talk to her about anything and there would be no hesitation or worry. It was almost like they were just two normal teeangers, instead of two highly trained spies.
Zach shot up from bed, a smirk growing on his face. He had the perfect idea. He was going to ask Cammie out, no matter what the answer. He just needed the right way to do it.
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Zach looked over at Grant who was shoveling eggs into his mouth at high speed. Zach drummed his fingers against the wooden table, waiting for Grant to swallow and finish before he spoke his next words.
Grant raised his eyebrow at him, "What?" He asked with a mouthful of eggs. "You've been staring at me for the past few minutes, it's kind of creepy."
Zach rolled his eyes. "Well, don't flatter yourself." He let out a cough then looked around, wondering if anyone was listening. Once Zach knew the coast was clear, he looked at Grant. "So, I kinda... want to ask Cammie out, you know, for the carnival night."
Grant coughed, choking on all his eggs. "Wha-what?" He asked, blinking his eyes in disbelief.
Zach just nodded slowly, "Yeah, well..." He shrugged.
"Since when?" Grant wondered.
"Since... for a whie now." Zach shrugged, not wanting to get into detail with the topic.
"Well, dude, you should ask her out!" Grant smiled happily, nodding his head like an eager puppy.
"Yeah, I know, I just... need to know how to do it, you know?" Zach let the words come out in an uncomfortable flow. He stuck out the tip of his tongue, as if vomitting out the words that just didn't feel quite right on his mouth.
He liked Cammie, definitely.
But he never ever got nervous when it came to asking a girl out. He's done it, all but three times in his whole life. And each time was all comfortable, normal, and even suave. But all of a sudden, his debonair qualities die down and he's off feeling lost and confused.
"Well, any ideas on how I should ask her out? I don't just want to ask and it'll be all lame and awkward." Zach said moving around the eggs on his plate with his fork.
Grant smiled, "Oh, the famous Zachary Goode asking me for advice?" He joked, "I should be honored and congratulated with a crown and a parade with confetti and balloons!"
Zach just laughed, shrugging one shoulder, "Hey, you come in handy sometimes." He had to admit.
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Zach walked down one of the Gallagher halls in silent contemplation. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, his gaze lost in his own thoughts. He let his feet carry him, not knowing where exactly he was going, but knowing he wanted to go there. He needed to come up with a good plan, a plan that would get Cammie to agree going on a date with him and forgetting about "Jimmy."
He needed to woo her.
To have flowers, romantic lines, and a stupid white horse if she really wanted one. He needed it to be perfect for her, even if she regretted him and dumped him on his butt. He thought of flowers, but knew for a fact Cammie had a strong distaste to flowers. He thought of romantic music, playing her favorite alternative songs. He thought of food, because everyone loved food and food was a happy thing.
But suddenly he found himself, walking down the hallway and moving the portrait -that Cammie showed him- aside. He quickly stepped into the abyss of darkness, framing the portrait back into the wall.
He walked down the long hall of darkness, using his memory to judge where everything was. He easily found the trap door, pushing it open and revealing Cammie's secret hiding place. He walked in to find Cammie sitting peacefully on the couch, holding the book in her small hands.
Zach froze.
He wondered if he should leave, giving her some space and peace, since it was her hiding spot. But he was already in, and knew Cammie knew he was inside, so there was no escape. He shut the trap door gently, taking in a deep breath.
Cammie looked over from her seat, "Oh, hey." She looked at him, surprised but not disgusted. She put down the thick book by her side, smiling a little at him.
He nodded and sat down next to her, "So, what are you doing here?"
Cammie let out a snort, "What am I doing here?"
Zach nodded, as if it was the most normal thing he could've asked.
Cammie raised an eyebrow, "I think the question is, what are you doing here, Zach?"
Zach didn't answer her question, one of his "Zach" moves. He matched her eyes, not even bothering to glance away or looking the slight bit embarrassed that he was sneaking into Cammie's secret place.
Cammie just shook her head not satisfied with Zach's silence.
Zach smirked, "Well, Gallagher Girl, maybe I'm just stalking you." He chuckled, playful mischief gleaming in his beautiful eyes.
Cammie just rolled her eyes playfully. "Funny."
He studied her for a moment, taking in the familar feel of being with her. As usual, it was nice, more than nice. "Are you ready for the carnival night?" He asked her, "Apparently Solomon wants us to use comms units for a special surprise."
Cammie nodded, "Yeah, I wonder what that could be..." Her voice trailed off in thought, then she smiled, "But, i'm very, very excited ffor the carnival. I just know it'll be fun. It'll be our first time, to be... normal." She shrugged.
Zach nodded in agreement. "Yeah, of course."
Cammie smiled, leaning her back against the soft couch. She leaned back, straightening the wrinkles off her plaid skirt. Zach stared down at his hands, thinking. He was Zachary Goode, top spy who could lie, cheat, and kill with ease. But at that moment, none of his special spy talents could come in handy for what he was about to say.
"Cammie, I like you, okay?" He said, turning to face her, nothing but a firm look displayed on his face. "As in more than friend. I think you're ... well, kind of cool and pretty fun to be around. And I think you like me, because come on," he cracked a small smile, "I'm obviously a pretty face." He let out a small laugh. "But not just that, I just feel different around you, you know? I feel like you're the only one who gets me and understands and I... like you." Zach managed to let out all his emotions while wearing a poker face and not leaving Cammie's jaw dropped expression. "So, Cammie, I wanted to know; do you like me? And if you do, then can you just let me know and go to the carnival night with you, as a... sorta date?" He felt awkward using the word "date."
Zach breathed, finally getting off a heavy weight on his chest. He felt great. But after a long moment, when Cammie didn't say anything, he turned to her, "Cammie?"
a/n: okay, okay, a sorta cliffhanger xD thanks for the reviews, everyone. Have an amazing weekend and pretty pretty please leave with a smile if you won't leave with a review :D