Chapter 20
CAMMIE POV:

Allison and Spencer ended sleeping the night, crashing in the guest room and on the couch. I opened up eyes in the same position as I was in every morning, my head on Zachs' chest, with his arm around me. I blinked, my internal clock says its 7:15am, and its sunday, so I guess I should just go back to sleep.

About two hours later we both woke up, seems Zach first. "Morning Gallagher Girl" he smirked, course smirking. Doesn't even stop in the early hours of the morning.
"Morning Blackthorne boy" I said matching his smirk, and he raised an eyebrow,
"Hey, who said your the only human on earth that smirks?"
"Fair enough" He shrugged.

Just then our bedroom door opened, and in came Allison holding a condom packet frowning. This cannot be good. "Um Cameron" Definiately not good. "What is this?"
"That would be a condom, Allison" I answered, I sensed Zach smirk next to me.
"I know that! What is it doing on the guest bedroom floor?" God, she sounds like mom.
"I don't know, maybe its Spencers!"
"Why would Spencer be carrying one? And a wrapper?"
"Well yeah!"
She rolled her eyes, "Nevermind. Come on Cam get out of bed, I made breakfast" She said a small smile creeping onto her face. Did she just say she made breakfast? And didn't burn the house down? Miracle alert!
"Okay, we'll be right there" Zach cut in. Al nodded and walked out of the room back to the kitchen presumably. Zach turned back to me, "Well Cam, shall we?" He held out a hand to me, while picking up a tshirt with the other. I took his and and he helped me out of bed, like I couldn't. He let go of my hand once I was standing, pulling the tshirt over his head, then held by hand once it was on, leading me down to the kitchen.

ZACH POV:

Once, we walked into the kitchen, we saw a, in my opinion hilarious row going on between Spencer and Allison, but I have to admit, it was pretty stupid. They were fighting over him not being a gentleman by not giving her the butter to use first, or to pour the juice.
"What kind of guy doesn't understand the words, Ladies first."
"Al I was pouring a glass of frickin juice, are you that bothered?"
"Yes, Spencer, I am"
"Woah woah! Whats going on here?" Cammie cut in, stepping out inbetween the two of them.
"He" Allison pointed to Spencer, "Wasn't being a gentleman" She said simply,
"All I did was spread some butter on a piece of toast and pour myself a glass of juice" he argued
"Allison, to be honest I don't get whats wrong with that either" Cammie shrugged, Allison frowned.
"Uh Cammie"
"Uh Allison" Cammie frowned, "Whats up with you today, you seem jumpy"
"I think its PMS" Spencer said
I cut in after Spencer, "It's probably PMS" I nodded in agreement with Spencer, Allison gasped, and left the room. I chuckled quietly, but stopped as soon as Cammie gave me a death glare, they can be really harsh on her, especially when its the Morgan Death Glare.Cammie followed Allison out quickly, as I and Spencer just stand there, smirking.

Girls. So dramatic.

CAMMIE POV:

"Allison whats wrong with you today?" I walked into the living room to her sitting on the couch.
"Just a little stressed about the circle, Cam I'm sorry" She sighed, I sat down next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, don't worry. Everything will work out"
She nodded, eventhought, I could be wrong. Niether of us knew what could happen, all we could do was hope. But for a spy, we never hope, we do. We fight the battle, and if we rise above it we know we've won, but when it rises over us, we know that we've lost.

We just have to rise above this battle, and then we will know that we have won.

Sorry for this one being so short! I'll make the next one longer. Check out my new story by the way. Its called- The apparant search.