Shopping in Roseville - Or So I Thought

Don't worry guys. I finally got over that insane time of the month. No need to call the SWAT team to keep my level of insanity down.

Macey was going through one of her fazes. And when I mean fazes, I mean at the point to where you either please her with whatever she's craving or suffer the consequences. Lately, she's been getting sort of edgy. And by edgy I mean that she wants to go into town and screw with people.

Last year, or even the year before, we would be totally willing to do these. I mean, who wouldn't wanna go into Roseville to mess with small brains of the unsuspecting civilians of the area? Well Liz didn't.

"What if we get caught, guys?" She whined again, pleading with her eyes.

"Oh, come on, Lizzie," Bex's British accent crooned, "Don't be such a buzz kill."

"But what if someone gets hurt?" I swear her eye brows shot up ten feet in the air.

"Calm your tits, Liz," Macey urged, "We're just doing a little shopping.

But when Macey said "shopping," I wasn't quite sure if she was talking about the traditional use of the word, or boys. "So here's the plan guys: find a guy - a single guy - and he has to be cute (she looked at Liz) and you half to flirt, keep your cover - and your cool" (she looked at me).

"But...Maceyyy," I whined, because I was totally up for the traditional shopping thing.

"Hey, Cam?" she started.

"Yeah?"

"Build a bridge, and get over it."

And so into town we went.

~*:-:*~

Because I know that when Macey McHenry wants something, she means business, I decided not to point out that fact that we were all sort of taken as we opened the secret passageway between the library and the first floor bathrooms.

So instead of giving them a long speech about how Zach would get jealous (because I knew they'd tell me this was just for fun), I stayed quiet. And hoped that as we walked a mile down the highway in our uniforms (we figured we'd go for the class field trip scam), Zach would notice I was missing. Because it sort of did seem like he was stalking me sometimes.

Sure enough, as I sat on a bench in the middle of the park, two arms found their way around me as I smiled and pulled him closer.

He sat down next to me, smiling (for once).

"It's about time you found me," I said cockily, "I've only been sitting out here alone for god knows how long," I grinned.

"Oh, I know Gallagher Girl. And I would have made it faster, except I was a little preoccupied getting you some of these," he smirked as he pulled out a box of Fruit Roll-Ups (because he knew they were my favorite. And he also knew that even though we have acres of security camera-ed, ivy-covered, and lethal weapons, Fruit Roll-Ups aren't exactly a part of life at the Gallagher Academy). "But," he continued, smirking, "I guess if you don't want them..." He trailed off, tucking them into his jacket.

"Of course I want them," I said, smiling sweetly, kissing up.

"Of course," he started again, tempting my patience (and hunger), "I was just happy I didn't see Jimmy on the way here. Now that really ruined my day."

"Please Zach," I whispered, as I leaned towards his lips, because I was totally willing to use that whole distraction thing in my favor.

"Hmm...I don't know? What do you have to offer me?" He said, sticking up his eyebrows, totally unfazed.

"Well, I don't have any money," I sighed drearily. "I could pay you back another way though," I said, moving to his lap and putting my legs on either side of him.

"Meh." He said, acting uninterested.

Two could play that game.

I sighed, "I wonder what Josh is up to?" I said standing. "Maybe he's working in the pharmacy. I'm sure he's love to take a break to chat." I finished, walkng away.

I could hear him standing to follow me, and was totally expecting it when he grabbed my shoulder. So I flipped him and sat on his chest. "So did you wanna give me those Fruit Roll-Ups now?"

~*:-:*~

When we figured that if Macey saw us breaking the rules to her game, we would both be dead people, we decided choose somewhere less...open.

That's how we ended up in a sports car. From the 60s. Driving around town. Listening to Oldies.

Let me be the first to say that is was his idea - not mine.

He picked the locks, opened the door for me, and (somehow) got the car running.

We held hands and sang along with the windows rolled down. And I sort of start to think of that one Taylor Swift song.

That guy would never know about that little joy ride of ours. Because exactly 45 minutes (and 53 seconds) later, it was parked exactly in the same spot, looking exactly how we left it.

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