A Spy love story

Chapter 1- introduction

I am Sarah.
I am not your average 16 year old teenager. I like pink yet wear black, dress up and still get messy. Oh and I am a SPY
that last part is a bit of a huge difference. You can see how the dress up and style of black can help with camouflage and love for boys gives me spying or stalking skills and I a pretty flexible being a great gymnast and karate specialist, I like to call the title, since I was 8.
My family is full of spies, my mother, stern brother, sister who is young in the field of spying and of course my dad the best of us all with his fancy gadgets, unlimited skills, incredible smarts and wits and that face you just can' t say no to trust me I have tried. Tomorrow we are all on a mission to find out who steal important world treasures
Artifacts, thefts of homes all over the country, etc. And the most severe is kidnapped 27 teenagers whom were found dead in a bunker under a broken down building in the middle of nowhere.
We know it's one person doing this for he leaves a mark on something every time. We are not sure if he knows that he does.
There are 4 great suspects of all these thefts. One for all family members. Dad and Kimmy, my little sis will take one so my dad can teach her the ways of a spy, my mom has a target on this other suspect and my brother will gladly take a female suspect not that it makes a difference. And I get a unknown target, a 20 year old target who is the least expected due to his age so of course I get him to monitor.

JUST REMEMBER #20 rule of a spy ALWAYS EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED.

/If you like the story so far guys tell me so I may continue/

My suspect is Joshua Williams from England living in New York to go to NYU(NEW YORK university) he seems to live alone in the city, etc. He is known to be "player" due to his really good looks and bad boy image. He tend to give a whole bunch of touble, I am talking detentions, suspensions, expulsions etc. No wonder he moved.
You have to get info on your suspects first it is very mandatory.
I have to find an excuse to be close enough to watch I mean inspect correctly without stalking, I think to my self, maybe since he is such a catch I could pretend to be act like does girls, boys seem to find attractive and get him right around my finger. This was so crazy it could just work.
If only I had known it turned out being the other way around.
I dress my self up a bit like those girls those boys seem to go out with. Yeah I have my info. Make up, high heels, perfect hair short dresses and all. This better work for I hate to use this disguise esp. on men.

It was finally time.
Joshua and his friends were walking out of the campus looking like super stars. When I saw Joshua I knew immediately that it was him. He had a smirk on his face as girls giggled and smiled at the gang of boys he was as they gave their individual winks and hair swipes and swagger moves.
I needed to find out how the girls acted to make them fall for them so quickly or was it the other way around.
I didn't get to overthink it more before they walked up to me in awe and Joshua said something to one of the other boys.

Joshua's POV
As my gang and I were walking up doing our usual routine of awing the beauties. I spotted a girl that was so eye catching I couldn't stop looking at her but she seemed too deep in thought to notice. When we approached her I whispered to John, my best friend, that this one was mine very quietly and then went to make my move.
"Hello pretty lady why haven't I seen you hear before you are surely prominent and unforgettable" I could see that she wasn't prepared for such a nice compliment but that is how I work.
" I was visiting my friends here but they aren't as gorgeous as you" she said so sweetly and attractively.
" What is your name, beautiful?" I ask in a deep tone that seems to intrigue her.
"Naomi " she responds.
"A beautiful name for an even more gorgeous girl," I say repeating her words. " Maybe I can find out more about the beautiful personality behind the gorgeous body"
Sara's POV
I take a piece of paper and a pen from my petite handbag that matches my clothes and write down a number for my new phone I got for this mission. The perks of being a spy.
"Call me sometime and don't wait long" I say flirting with him.
" Feisty. And don't worry I won't take too long" he says seductively and silently against my ear.
I am taken aback by what he did but his profile had said he was quite a player. I was just glad he bought all of my flirting tricks hopefully.
For the rest of the day I prepare for my phone call and create a profile for myself.
I am Naomi Harrison. I like playing sports, shopping and green. I am eighteen years old. My parents have died 2 years ago and I moved from Florida to New York to escape the madness that was my life.

I tend to find myself thinking about Him a lot during the day and it drives me crazy so I take a break from my mission and call mom to see how her suspect has been so far on our family communication spy phone or the FCSP. After two rings, she picks up.
" hi mom how has your suspect been" I say.
"He is really UNIQUE"
"Unique?"
"Yeah he is a bit different from the other suspects"
"How?" Asking with curiosity
"Well let's just say he is a goody two shoes"
"Maybe it's a cover"
"Oh trust me I doubt it is, anyways I need to go, he is entering"
"Entering where?Hello!"She hung up on me. I know what you guys are thinking being a spy should all exciting but it isn't; it can be very boring. It only gets exciting when we know we can go beat up the bad guys but not when you don't know who the bad guy is.
Right afterwards the FCSP rang. I answered and my dad spoke
" how has your suspect been

" I am sure you are doing much better dad"
" don't say that I am sure you are doing just as great, aren't you?"
" well I used a disguise to get close to him and I am planning to get to see his abode and I will work from there"
" Kimmy and I are doing great. Our suspect is the owner of a store and I got employed thier when he isn't looking Kimmy gets to search and no one even recognizes. We have little clues but some of his " antiques seem a bit familiar"
" he is coming back so bye sweetheart "
"Bye dad"
Just when I thought I had enough of phone calls I find out that my ' real' phone is ringing and only one person could have been calling.