AN: Thanks a bunchles for those reviews(:

.Sarcastic-Tomboy - I have really wanted to go on a Royal Caribbean Cruise, they seem amazing. I've only been on a few Carnvial ones, so I'm pretty jealous of you right now(: Thanks!

Who'sThatChick - Okay, I loved that review so much, it was pretty awesome. And yes, it does make up for the missed one:D. And, yeah, I do have a boyfriend; I would call him pretty hot(; Hahah, and if you must know he has dark blues eyes and plays soccer and lacrosse. But, he is a little like Zach. He is a lot more sweet than cocky, though, but he has his 'Zach moments'. But all the cover names are people I know that are a little like the characters, makes it eaiser for me to remember(: No problems right?... I got all the questions:D Well, thanks so much!

Well, took me a little longer to update than usual, but I gots it! Enjoy!

Chapter Six -

I had no idea it was possible to blush like I was right then while not hanging upside-down. I was pretty sure making me blush like a little girl was now one of Zach's most favorite things to do.

Boys… they are so goddamn confusing. Take Zach, for example (obviously). He is all cocky and annoying one minute, then he is being kinda sweet and funny the next. I seriously need a Boy to English translator right n- Macey!

Wow, I feel stupid. How did I not think of her earlier?

I was so lost in La-La-Land that I didn't even think about answering Zach. He was still standing there, arms crossed, and leaning back on the window. Now officially smirking. What is with this boy and his smirk?

I finally met his intense gaze, and mumbled a soft, "I gotta go,"

I walked past him quickly, hoping that Zach would not only let me go, but that I wouldn't run face first into the door, and somehow stumble into his arms.

Thankfully, neither happened, and I made it inside without a scratch, or more embarrassment.

Once I made it out into the crowded halls, filled with people making their ways to their rooms, I looked for Macey and Nick's Grand Suite.

I was lucky enough to not run into that door earlier, but I didn't fair so well in the crowd. I rammed into a guy, and for a split second, I thought I was Zach. Okay, maybe part of me wanted it to be Zach.

But as soon as my blue eyes met some chocolate brown ones, I knew I was screwed.

"Sorry," the boy, probably my age (why?), said. He had his hands on my shoulders, from when he had steadied me. "I didn't see where I was going; I was too stunned by your eyes." Um… this is a first for me… What the heck do I say to that? I was a bit distracted by his hands, which were still there…

Luckily, my cover gave me a smack in the face… and an idea, "I wish I could say the same," I began in my best snotty voice, shrugging out of his arms, "But I was too busy thinking about my sexy fiancée." Wow that felt good.

The boy looked a bit shocked and disappointed; I took the moment to briskly walk by him, to Mace's suite. What's with me and boy problems? First it was… Josh and now it's Zach.

I knocked on the wood door harder than normal. It would have bruised a normal person's knuckles, but I had used mine to punch much harder things than doors.

"M-Tiffany! I need your help… now!" I blurted, the second the door opened. Too bad Macey isn't a guy.

"Um… are you okay, Kaylie? If you didn't notice, I am a male." Nick told me, holding back laughter.

"Yeah, defiantly; I could barely tell. I mean, your hair… your muscles, your feet, your clothes…" I trailed off.

Nick chuckled. "My feet?" Whoops. Didn't mean to say that.

Thankfully, Macey came to the rescue, before I had to respond.

"Ah, you need help?" She asked, with a knowing look on her face.

"Yes, please, thank you," I rambled.

"Of course, let's go up to the Lado Deck, were we can talk," She said, as we headed to an elevator, so Nick couldn't hear any of our conversation. I prefer to not have guys knowing the details of my love life (if you can even call it that).

It isn't fun to be squished into a glass elevator, with a bunch of people, and their luggage. I think all eleven of us way outdid the weight max. Note to self: Don't become a spy if you are claustrophobic (No, not afraid of Santa) or scared of heights.

"Well, what is it now?" Macey asked me, once we had made it out to the deck. The view, again, was amazing; but now, the sun was making its way to set over the Atlantic. The ship had to be sailing any minute now.

"I just...have no idea. I mean, one second his is this cocky bastard that annoys the crap out of me. But then, he gets moments when his is sort of sweet. But they never very last long. And it seems like he is flirting with me, but I just have no idea."

"Cam, I see the way he looked at you at the airport. He likes you, but he could just be afraid that you don't think of him the same way. Wait, do you?" She leaned closer to me, waiting for me to spill all of the details.

"Well, that's the thing. I don't know. He makes me smile, and laugh, but sometimes he just… well, he pisses me off." (AN: A good friend once told me: "Better to be pissed off then to be pissed on.)

"Okay, okay so, what like happened right before you came here?" I could practically hear her mental 'Spill!' screams.

"Well, he asked me where the kiss I told him was, and I told him how easily it was for me to forget about him. Then he goes; 'On the contrary, Gallagher Girl, I find you very hard to forget.'"

"Ohmigosh! He so likes you! And, you… you like him! You remember exactly what he told you! But, you have to show him; because what you told him was pretty much 'Piss off, I hate you' but a bit nicer."

"Oh. But, I just… what if he ends up like… Josh," I choked out, still sour at the memory of my first boyfriend, who had dumped me when he found out I went to a 'snobby boarding school'.

"No, Cam, he won't, I know it. A guy like him wouldn't do that," I think she had a bit more to add, but a loud horn blasted though the warm evening air, as the ship began to slowly move forward.

"Kaylie, Tiffany!" there was two voices yelling from behind us; Liz and Bex.

"We were looking everywhere for you too!" Liz added.

'Sorry-" I began, but Bex cut me off.

"Look at the sunset!" she exclaimed, pointing. The rest of us followed her finger, and gasped. The sunset was absolutely gorgeous, with pink, orange, and a little purple.

"Wow," we breathed, momentarily stunned.

"What is so great about it?" a voice from behind us asked. I would recognize that idiotic voice anywhere: Grant.

Bex gave him a slap on the arm, "Just look at it, it's beautiful,"

"Not as beautiful as you," Zach said, snaking an arm around my waist. I immediately tensed, knowing he had probably felt me do so.

I blushed, part real, part fake, "Jordan!" Adding a little giggle, I leaned into him. Stupid engagement.

"So," Jonas began, stumbling over his choice of words, "We have reservations for dinner soon. And it's really… fancy, so if we don't want to be late, we have to get going back to change," It was cute as he made on and off eye contact with Lizzie.

"Yes! C'mon, I got us all dresses!" Macey said, grabbing us girls, and practically dragging us back to her room.

I had no idea that this was going to even happen, but Macey obviously had it all planned out.

She quickly had us all get in some beautiful dresses.

We all had dresses that went to just below our knees, but they were each a little different. Macey had a dark purple dress that made her look like a supermodel. Bex also looked photo shoot ready in a red dress, while Liz looked like a pixie in a light pink dress. I was in a baby blue dress that I actually liked. It was pretty, but didn't reveal anything, just the way I normally dressed.

Thank god Macey was out of her tie-me-to-a-chair-to-do-my-hair-and-makeup thing. I really hated makeup, and never wore it unless I was threatened by my so called friends.

Macey had us locked in the large bathroom, which was a very good thing, seeing as I did not want to have Nick walk in on us. Talk about awkward…

"Ready?" Bex asked us, as we all gave ourselves one last look in the mirror. I was surprised to see I actually looked decent.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I told her, as Macey and Liz nodded in agreement.

I was freaking out, to see Zach dressed up. Luckily, as it turned out, he still looked pretty sexy.

Zach was wearing a suit, pretty much. It was a black jacket, with black slacks and shoes. He had a white shirt under, with a green emerald tie, which really made his eyes pop.

He smirked as we walked out of the room, hand in hand. "You look beautiful," he whispered into my ear, sending the tingles down my spine.

I couldn't help but scoff, but I still replied like an engaged woman would, "Thanks, honey. You don't look too bad yourself,"

"Of course, sweetheart," he said, with a smirk. I was surprised to see him ignoring all of the looks he go from passing girls. He seemed to be focused on one thing… me.

The restaurant we ate in was beautiful. It was so big, and decorated like one of those million dollar restaurants that you see on TV.

We were lead to a large round table, with enough room for all eight of us. The food, from what I could already smell, was amazing.

"Do you think they have tacos?" Can you guess who said that? Yeah, Grant.

"No, Jace," we told him, seeing as he looked oddly serious. But then again, it was Grant after all, I could never tell for sure with him.

"But you know what you would like?" Zach asked him, a slight smirk dancing on his lips.

"What?" Grant seemed to perk up at the mention of food he would like.

"Escargot," Zach said, all signs of joking hidden.

"Okay!" Grant said, happily. I really don't think he knows what escargot is… well, let's just wait and see.

Our food soon made it to the table, smelling amazing. I dug into my mushroom ravioli, and kept a secret eye on Grant.

"What is this?" he said, looking at the food with a little doubt.

"C'mon, babe, don't tell me you have never had escargot before," Bex said, smiling at him.

"Um, no, should I have? But, what is it?"

"Yes you should have!' Lizzie said, with a giggle.

"Yeah," Nick added, "I actually don't know exactly what it is, but it is the most amazing food I have ever had." What a straight face that boy can keep.

"Okay," Grant slowly picked up his fork, and dug in. I made sure not to laugh as he chewed with a thoughtful expression on his face. Suddenly, his features crinkled and he spit out the food. "Ugh, what was that?"

I smiled at him, and answered in an innocent voice, "Snails."

You should have seen his face. It was that of absolute disgust. We were all laughing at this funny expression, when Zach suddenly stopped short.

"Guys," he said in the most serious voice I had ever heard him use, "We have to go… now."

I usually didn't take orders from others, but the tone of voice Zach used almost scared me it was so serious.

We quickly got us, as Zach dropped a good $300 on the table. He grabbed my hand, and we began to weave our way to the exit. Finally, I was able to notice who he was avoiding, but I only saw her back. She had looked to be a middle-aged woman, with dark red hair.

I was utterly confused as to why we were running from her. Until she turned around. Until I saw her eyes. I let out a small gasp, and I felt Zach stiffen, but he still pulled me along. She must have not seen us, as no one was following us out.

Finally, in an empty corridor, Zach stopped, and the questions came from the others.

At one point, everyone was silent, just looking at Zach waiting for an answer.

"Who… who was that?" I asked in a quiet, shaky voice. But I knew he heard me, as his eyes, the ones that were a perfect match for that woman's, met mine.

"Zach." I said, this time firmer, "Who the hell was that?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

Zach looked into my eyes deeply, before looking down, then back up again. He took a deep breath and finally answered me. "My mother."

AN: Que dramatic music. So, review time! Please review and I'll update as fast as normal? Kay?

And I would like to give a shout-out to all of you who don't review. Thank for reading, and for some of you, adding me to your favorite stories/authors. Still means a lot to me. But not as much as reviewing... hint hint.(:

Grazie! (that's Thank You in Italian)

Haters Gonna Hate,

~Kaylie~