The plane ride was long and uneventful. Being, well famous, I had a private plane. Mikey didn't sleep at all for the entire 8 hours, he was hyper and crazy. That means I didn't get any shut eye either, unfortunately. The cold air hit my skin as I exited the plane, and I was thankful for my sweatshirt. I expected that the airport would be full of people who would recognize my face, seeing as I've been on the cover of every magazine you can think of, so Mikey and I dressed casually. I wore a dark sweatshirt and jeans with a baseball cap and sunglasses (so not to be noticed), and Mikey wore black sweatpants with a Yankees sweatshirt and a baseball cap. Needless to say, he looked adorable. I checked for Grant at baggage claim, and was disappointed when he was nowhere to be found. I was beginning to think he wasn't coming when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and was pleased to see Grant, looking just as he had when I'd last seen him. The only difference was his biceps were considerably larger. I smiled and hugged him. He hugged me back, but with little effort and I could tell that even though he would be the most forgiving of them all, he still wouldn't be so quick to forgive.

"It's so good to see you" I smiled. He just nodded and motioned to Mikey.

"Who's the kid?" he asked.

"I'm sure you've heard of Mikey, he's pretty famous." I said, trying to drop the subject. Grant rolled his eyes.

"I'm not stupid, Cam. I know a lie when I see one, and I know your mother who happens to know you're not related to this kid." This wasn't going to be as easy as I thought.

"Don't Grant. Not now, not two minutes after we say hello. Please, later."

He nodded understandingly, and pulled me into a REAL hug, for which I was grateful. In some weird way, Grant is like a brother to me. Just then, Grant grabbed the side of my arm and began to drag me, Mikey and my bags to a familiar looking Van. A Gallagher Van.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I thought you weren't going to tell them."

"You thought wrong" he laughed. "Don't worry. It's just Zach in there. Only him. You wanted my help and that's what you're getting. It's all part of the plan. Just relax, Okay?" he said nonchalantly.

"No, not okay!" He just grinned and shoved my bags into the car.

"Hey, wait! I need Mikey's car seat!"

"No you don't"

"Uh……it's the law?" I said in a duh tone of voice.

"Spy's don't have laws." He reminded me.

"Well I'm not a spy."

"Yes, yes you are. Okay, you ready." He asked.

"No" I shouted.

"Good, let's go" He opened the passenger seat door and shoved me in, Mikey in my lap.

It wasn't until he climbed into the back, that I noticed Zach in the driver's seat, asleep.

"Sorry about him, he was up all night. Long drive from Gallagher; we're on an exchange. Zach!" Zach jolted awake.

"Hey Gallagher Girl" he smiled. "How are you?" I said nothing about his inappropriate greeting and shot him a confused look.

"You're not mad at me?" He laughed.

"I'm not mad. You didn't call me a whore or say terribly mean things to me; it's your girls who are going to be mad. I just miss you." He finished as we drove towards the exit.

"I miss you too. I should've called a long time ago"

"I agree. So, whose your friend?" he asked.

"My friend?" I asked.

"Mikey? I've seen him on magazines but I don't believe any of that crap."

"Oh yeah. Uh…who wants to know?" I asked, trying to dodge the question.

"You're good friend Travis."

"What?!" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah, he's gonna meet us he informed me as we pulled up to Mickey D's.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I was in shock. What was going on? How did they know each other? The second I got out of the car, I heard someone scream my name. Oh no….I immediately jumped back in the car, before a swarm of teens gathered around the car. Zach and Grant began to laugh.

"Yeah, we thought we'd just grab some food and Travis could get in and chat with us on the way back to Gallagher." Grant informed me.

"Okay will somebody tell me what the hell is going on?" I asked. Just then, the Van door opened, and Travis jumped in.

"Well, Jen wants Goode" he said.

"Me?" Zach asked. "You never said anything about that."

"Zach. Why would she want Zach?" I asked, frustrated.

"Not that Goode, this Goode" he said, pointing to Mikey.

Oh no…