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"Macey?" I maneuvered myself to her sleeping form, guided by the moonlight. "Can we talk?" I tugged off the covers and nudged her. Macey shifted, mumbling a string of incoherent words.
Suddenly, her eyes flashed open and I leapt back, startled, afraid she would come after me with a nail filer.
"Oh, it's you," Macey said, sitting upright. "Can't sleep?"
"Yeah," I said. "I've been thinking about…you know." I trailed off and looked awkwardly around the room.
"Zach," Macey stated. At the mention of his name, my eyes darted around the room, as if he would appear any moment. He had a habit of popping up unexpectedly, after all. Macey raked her fingers through her hair, attempting to comb it. Honestly, her hair looked perfect, even though she'd just woken up. My hand self-consciously rose up to pat my hair. I knew, without looking, that my brown hair was tangled, nowhere near the perfection of Macey's.
"Pretty much," I admitted, then sighed. Macey leaned forward, her blue eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"So what about him is bugging you, Cam?" she asked.
"Everything," I said, exasperated. "He just…he shows up everywhere –"
"Which you love," Macey pointed out. I blushed.
"But then he just leaves. He tells me to stay safe, but from what? He knows all these things that I don't, but when I ask, he won't tell me anything. It's so frustrating! It's like he knows everything about me, but I don't even know the real Zach. Meanwhile, I have no idea what's going on around me and he refuses to disclose that information!" My voice rose in pitch as I vented. The words had always been inside of me, but I'd kept them bottled up until now.
"He's mysterious," Macey shrugged. "Guys are like that." I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, but normal guys give you something to go on. I have no idea where I stand with Zach."
"Oh, but we know all we need to know about Zach," Macey said nonchalantly. "He's hot, totally likes you, and has a whole bunch of dark secrets that keep you guessing. It's kinda sexy, actually," Macey stated matter-of-factly. I groaned.
"I don't care. I just want him to be honest with me, for once!" I exclaimed. Macey shook her head in disapproval.
"You of all people, Cam. Shouldn't you know by now? We're spies. Keeping secrets is what we do. And," she added, "knowing you, sooner or later you're going to take it upon yourself to figure out those secrets, anyway. It's all part of the business." I relented.
"You're right," I acknowledged, finally running out of fuel. It was midnight and I was dead tired. "Thanks, Macey. Good night." Macey gave me a knowing smile.
"Anytime, Cam."