thanks for all the lovely reviews :) sorry for the mistakes i've checked this one over. i was just so down in the dumps yesterday i felt like i was going nowhere and that nothing was really worth anything, but i think i'm getting over my writers block and when i do i'll update 'A to Zammie' i haven't because i hate writing chapters that are rubbish because you guys deserve better than that! so, i hope you enjoy this chapter :)

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Chapter Four: The Spy Games

Cammie

Quick Update: But then the door bursts open and Grant pops his head in. "Guys we have a situation."

"What's wrong?" asks Zach but Grant ignores him and starts wiggling his fingers at how close we are. I back away, flip my hair and punch Grant in his shoulder, hard. Well, it must have been hard because my knuckle hurts.

"Just tell us the situation damn it!" I say slightly annoyed.

"Oh nothing…just that our mom is headed this way!"

"What!"

Rachel Morgan is coming. Rachel no-nonsense Morgan. Rachel I-know-you-are-lying Morgan. Rachel…you get what I mean. My mother is someone who you do not want to get on the wrong side of. Once you get past that beautiful face you're in for a world of pain…especially when you've done something wrong. Which we have.

"It's cool guys," says Zach. Grant and I look at him with an 'are-you-being-serious' look but he shrugs, "you're mom's cool."

My brother scoffs. "'Cool'? Yeah, she's cool when you haven't done anything wrong but since we have we're in deep shit. Even you mate."

Zach finally realises that since we all snuck out to this party we're all in trouble so he quickly cleans up the bathroom and we leave. I tell Zach to find Bex but there's no need because she's stumbling up the stairs and falling into Grants arms. I wipe the hair from her face and then almost vomit at the stench coming from her mouth.

"Bex, what the hell happened?" I shout but in a hushed tone.

She giggles and then throws her head back laughing. We all glance at each other knowing that Bex is well and truly out of it. I tell Zach to take Bex while Grant and I look for an escape. He looks disappointed but I order him away and he goes dragging Bex along.

"Well Camster, you and Zach looked pretty close you know." I scoff and push him aside looking for a way out.

Front door?

Nope, it takes about 10 minutes to get past all the freaking people!

The back door?

No, it leads to the beach exactly where our mom is!

Which only leaves…windows. A classic.

"Come on!" I pull Grant into a room (which doesn't have kissing couples inside) and tell him to boost me up so I can unlock the window. It's small but looks like it could fit two seventeen year old girls and two eighteen year old boys. I fiddle with it first until I'm sure that it's locked but I used some hair slides to unlock it. Thank-you Uncle Joe!

"I'll call Zach get him to meet us in Josh's room." I nod while he dials.

Wait hold on…Josh's room. I never even noticed. Everything in here is so neat and tidy it's almost unreal. Looking at the walls I saw some familiar Roseville High year book photos that Grant had shown me. I smile, they were mostly Josh and his friends but I didn't mind.

But there's this one. I'm not sure if it's me but I'm pretty sure it is. I'm wearing favourite top, there's cake in my hair and I'm dripping yet. Horrible. Yet he has this picture. And it's not even like I'm looking, I'm no doubt glaring at Zach for ruining my day. It's funny because I honestly don't remember Josh taking any pictures, I'm sure he left after my water fight with Zach when we went inside.

"Cam?" Grant shakes my shoulder gently and asks if I'm okay. I smile and he informs me that Zach and Bex are coming.

The door bursts open and in walks Bex with Zach trailing behind with a very un-amused look on his face. She sighs. "Look I said I'm sorry!

"You vomited and it almost hit me!"

"For the last bloody time, I'm sorry!" Bex stamps her foot in anger and walks over to me, draping her arm over my shoulder telling me that my boyfriend is annoying. I elbow her ribs for saying that.

"Look I would love to talk about Cammie being my girlfriend-"

"I'm not." I butt in but he carries on like he never heard me.

"-but I'm sure I just saw your mom heading this way!"

Crap. Zach goes first; he twists his broad shoulders so he can fit through and then drops onto the floor. Bex goes next, she winks at me and then she's gone with the wind. I let Grant go and then I'm alone. Heights have never been good with me, and I know that this room is practically on the beach and the sand is soft but I'm still a little scared. Plus, what if Grant drops me?

The doorknob rattles and I guess it's not or never. I jump and then I'm caught. Simple as that. I thank Grant and squirm a little bit; does my big brother know where his hands are?

"Grant, your squeezing me!" I cry and jump down only to realise that it was Zach who was holding me. "You idiot." I hit him and he laughs and grabs my hands stopping me from hurting him. He's laughing, enjoying himself. I'm glaring very un-amused. And then he stops and is just holding my hands. He looks up -his deep emerald eyes almost laughing along- and smiles.

I smile back.

"Look although this moment is really cute – we'll talk later Cam - we need to go!" Bex is right, she grabs my hand making me lose Zach's and pulls me along the street. When we're well ahead of the boys she speaks.

"Cammie deary, what was that about?" she whispers smiling like she'd just gotten a puppy.

"Nothing!" I snap and her face falls like I just killed her puppy (though there were no puppies harmed in the formation of that metaphor).

"Sorry," I give her side hug and I'm forgiven, "we'll discuss it later, okay?" I wink and we start running when the guys catch up.

~r.e.m.e.m.b.e.r.t.h.a.t.s.u.m.m.e.r~

Once we got in we messed up the living room a bit so it looked, well lived in. In the kitchen we added cups to the sink and then decided that it look good enough to pass off for a place that four teenagers have been living in for a day. When Bex and I enter my room we quickly strip and change from bikinis to nightclothes. I start to laugh a little bit, it kind of feels like when we're at Gallagher. Sometimes us girls would have sleepovers in each other's rooms and whenever we heard one of the teachers patrolling the hall we would clean everything up quick and jump into bed with the covers over our heads.

"Feels kind of like Gallagher doesn't it?" asks Bex making me laugh even harder because that's exactly what I was just thinking.

"Yeah." we joke around some more before we hear something. The front door unlocks and then is slammed shut. We zip our lips until we hear the television.

I gasp remembering something. "Shit! We left our bags. Oh, Macey is going to kill me." I groan and Bex tries to make it better by offering me a good lie but I shake my head. I can't lie to Macey. It not that it's because we're best friend's, it's because that girl has some kind of lie detector in her pretty little head. I hate that.

A knuckle raps on the door.

We snuggle into the duvet and pretend to sleep. I keep my eyes open and can see the tall and slim silhouette of my mom. She looks around, walking in and checking on us. Once she's gone we giggle. Then the lights are turned on and we're busted.

Crap. My mom's just too good. I hate that too.

"Hello ladies."

~r.e.m.e.m.b.e.r.t.h.a.t.s.u.m.m.e.r~

i hope you guys enjoy this chapter but i have one question: am i a goode writer? when i have writers block i seriously doubt myself and my mum thinks i'm depressed so i just need some encouragement. i was thinking of scraping this but i don't think i am going to. after i finish 'A to Zammie' i don't think i'll be writing much or at all, but anyway are you guys having a goode summer? i hope you are :) on the 12th August i will have been writing for a year! but anyways, i hoped you guys enjoyed that and enjoy the rest of your day!

bye.