The Gallagher Selection; A Zammie Fanfic

Chapter Three

Zach's POV ~

My Selection was almost coming up soon. There were like thousands of forms I had to go through. Everyday, my parents made me look through them, at least six hours per day. It was tiring. Every single girl looked the same, they just had makeup caked all over their faces. 

I was getting pretty bored, until I saw one specific girl. She looked plain and normal, unlike all of the other girls. And I mean that as a compliment. Her makeup looked natural, if she was even wearing any, while others looked like clowns. After a week of going through everything, by far, she was the most interesting I've seen.

"Cameron Ann Morgan," I said aloud, as if trying her name out for size.

"Hm?" My mother Queen Catherine asked, "What did you say?"

"Nothing," I murmured, hiding a smirk on my face. I returned to looking through the forms. I think I was a little too harsh. There was a giant stash of them that I haven't looked through yet, an even bigger stack of rejected forms, and one piece of paper was in the pile for the 35 selected. I guess I should return to my work.

After about an hour, my mom walked over to check on me and my progress.

"Have you seriously only chosen two girls out of thousands?" She sounded disappointed in me. 

"I guess," was all I told her.

"Cameron Ann Morgan and Rebecca Baxter... They both seem lovely. Thirty-three more to go," She sighed, "You've spent over 24  hours looking through, but have only chosen two girls."

"Well, it is my Selection, and not yours."

She sat down next to me and smiled at the old memory, "After I went through thousands of forms, I chose at least 200 forms. Eventually I had to obviously narrow it down to 35 suitors, of course. And later on, to one suitor, your father."

"Well, you're Catherine Goode, and I'm Zachary Goode. Two very different people." I countered, emphasizing the 'very' while scowling at her.

She laughed it off, "Just make sure you have chosen your final thirty-five by tomorrow."

"Wait. The deadline is already tomorrow?"

"Yes, Zachary. It is."

I swore in Farsi and looked back down at the papers.

I seriously almost fell asleep until my father walked in.

"Zachary," He said with a strict look on his face.

"Father," I replied.

"Are these 'Daughters of Illéa' boring enough to cause you to fall asleep?" He chuckled.

"They really are."

"You need a break from all of this? Your mother and I were just about to have some lunch together."

"Sure," I told him as we headed out to the dining table to meet up with my mother.

For a short time, there was just silence at the table. "So," Edward started, "How's it going?"

"Good," I told him, picking at my food with my fork.

"Just a few hours ago, he only had two girls chosen!" Exclaimed Catherine.

"Well I have about ten now, if that's any better."

"At least you're making progress," he told me.

"So which one is your favorite?" Mom asked, "Cameron, or Rebecca."

I choked on my food, "I haven't even met them yet!"

"Meaning you haven't slept with them yet to be able to compare them," She teased me.

My face was all red, "May I be excused?"

"Of course, Prince Tomato Head."

Quickly, I got out of my seat and started to head towards the garden. I strolled around thinking about how my Selection would even go. Soon, I headed back inside to, surprise, look through more forms.

At the end of the day, I had my 35 girls chosen. "And that took you a million years," Catherine said, sitting next to me, "Whom have you chosen?"

"A Cameron Morgan, Rebecca Baxter, Macey McHenry, Elizabeth Sutton... More girls?"

"I hope you sound much more formal and excited when you pronounce their names tomorrow on the Report, in front of the whole country. You better get some sleep, you look a bit tired."

"Night, mom." I headed to my giant room. Tomorrow is going to be so fun.

I can't sleep. This whole time, I only had one name stuck in my head, Cameron Ann Morgan. Why? I don't know.

I feel cold. Like I want something warm in my arms. (A/N: *Cough* Cammie.) I climbed out of my King sized bed. I know I have a secret teddy bear somewhere that no one knows about. No one meaning that NO ONE knows, and never will. I hugged him tightly close to my body until I finally fell asleep.

Today is a Friday. Tonight will be when I announce the girls. I smirked, thinking about all of those girls probably thinking about me and how they'll be chosen. To be honest, I got kind of lazy and randomly chose the last few girls out of the stack. 

I got up from my bed, stashed my teddy bear away, and prepared myself for the day. I checked each of the thirty-five rooms, making sure they all were the same. I might of or might not have left a little extra something in Cameron's room. I smirked to myself.

Soon, supper at six already arrived. I sat down at the table with my family.

"So, are you nervous or what? I know I was years ago," Mom said.

"I really don't know what I'm feeling right now."

"Just make sure to start getting ready at seven. Everything has to go right," Dad spoke up.

"Of course, father."

Soon enough, I was in front of the camera, live streaming to all of Illéa. Time really does fly by.

"Last, but certainly not least, Cameron Morgan of Allens. Goodnight Illéa." I signed off with one of my signature smirks.

"AND CUT." Someone yelled out.

My parents walked over to me, "Excellent job," they told me.

"Well that's finally over," I exhaled deeply, "So when are they all arriving here, again?"

"In about a week," Father said, "Right now we'll be contacting the Selected and planning flights from their hometown to Angeles."

"Any advice for me?"

Mother spoke up, sounding more serious than ever, "Treat her like she's the only one for you. She will be your Queen, but also all of Illéa's, if you know what I mean."

It was still pretty early, but I headed to my bedroom despite the time. Even though I was so accustomed to it, I felt tired from keeping my back straight, smile on my face, and speaking extremely formally for everyone. I was lucky that my parents didn't require me to speak as formally in front of them, but I knew they would make me during the Selection. I still had to keep up my own reputation, and theirs as well.

From next week and on, I'll be the busiest I've ever been. With that in my mind, and my teddy bear in my arms, I fell into a deep sleep.