Zac Story - Chapter 2

In the morning when I woke up, I just sighed. I have a date with Bobby tonight! Then my thoughts flashed back to Zac. The thoughts came back to my head and how I thought that he was cute. I frowned.

Wait a minute...did I just think Zac was cute? What's wrong with me? Last night -- last night -- My feelings all came back, all the feelings that said I thought he was cute, all the feelings that said I liked him, and all the feelings that said how annoying he is. Zac.

He was all I could think about, even as I ate my breakfast. I was so rude to him last night! After I dressed, I went out to the garage so I could practice. When I opened the door, I smiled at what I saw.

There he was, laying on the small and uncomfortable couch that I had bought a few years ago at a yard sale. He was half covered with a blanket. I walked over to him and pulled the blanket up to cover him. I smiled as I gazed down at him sleeping so peacefully. I turned to leave.

"No, don't leave me." he mumbled in his sleep. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to look at him. "Don't leave me for Bobby...why? Because I ... " his voice trailed off and I couldn't hear the rest of his sentence. How did he know that I had a date with Bobby? He must have sensed it, even tho we weren't together.

I quietly pulled a stool next to the couch and then sat on it. I looked at him. I could faintly hear his voice, but it was so quiet, I couldn't make anything out. I sighed, then got up and left.

The day went fast, and before I knew it, I was getting ready for my date with Bobby. I had butterflies in my stomach the whole time. He was so cute and I had liked him for such a long time! I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Then the doorbell rang and I hurried to the front door and opened it. Bobby stood there, cute as can be.

"Ready?" he asked, while giving me one of those head to toe looks. I smiled.

"Yeah." I said, while pulling the door shut behind me.

"You look, " he said, then looked me over again, "very nice."

"Thanks." I accepted his compliment. Sure, I was somewhat of a tomboy, but I was more advanced than the average 13, soon to be 14, year old girl.

We walked to the theater from my house. When we got there, decided on a movie and bought some popcorn, it was show time. About halfway thru the movie, I felt his hand touch my knee. My skin tingled where his hand was. I looked over at him and smiled. Then he took his hand, placed it under my chin and slowly pulled me down, tilting his head slightly, then let his lips quickly brush over mine. We kissed. Oh my gosh. I started to lean back into my own seat, but he leaned with me, his hand still under my chin. Then his lips pressed against mine again and I almost gasped and pulled away as his tongue gently moved across my lips.

I was shocked, but thrilled at the same time. I closed me eyes and lost myself in his kisses. Then I heard Zac's voice in my head. At first, it was really quiet, then it grew louder and louder.

"Ang! What are you doing?" it said.

The kiss ended and I fell back into my seat, resting my head on the wall behind us. Bobby moved his hand from my knee and wrapped his fingers around my hand. Our fingers intertwined and we watched the rest of the movie.

"Ang, how could you do that?" Zacs voice said.

I looked over at Bobby and smiled, he returned my smile. I tried to ignore the voices, but it was almost impossible. As the ending credits of the movie were playing, we stood up, hand in hand, and started walking back to my house.

"Don't you know that I love you?" his voice said. I gasped, and seriously stopped.

"What's wrong?" Bobby asked, looking back at me. I shook my head.

"Nothing, I thought that I forgot my purse in the theater." I lied.

"But you didn't bring a purse." he said.

"That's right. Sorry." I said. He took my hand again, and we walked the rest of the way home in silence, because we didn't need any words. We reached my front porch and released hands.

"I have a confession to make." Bobby said, looking down at the ground, as if ashamed to say it.

"What?"

"Well, I kinda had a crush on you last year, but I didn't want to do anything because I thought that you and Zac had something going on." he said, then looked up into my eyes.

"No, there's nothing going on with Zac. He's just my best friend." I said, a little bit angry. I couldn't believe that Bobby thought that me and Zac were together. Ugh.

He bent down the 4 inches that he was taller than me, and kissed me. It was just a short and sweet kiss. Then he back stepped away, took one last look at me, and turned away and left. "I'll call you later." he said over his shoulder.

I watched him go, and then I sighed to myself.

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I returned to my drumset almost immediately after Bobby left. I opened the door and Zac was there, still in the same clothes that he was wearing yesterday.

"Zac! What are you doing here?" I asked him. His hair needed brushed.

"I, uh, need to talk to you." He said. I sat down on the couch.

"About what?"

"You were out with Bobby, weren't you?" he accused.

"... Yeah ... is there something wrong with that?"

"Well, no, but -- "

"But what? You know how much I like Bobby! What's wrong with going out with him? And don't even pull the whole 'you're-too-young' crap because let me remind you, mister, I am 2 months older than you and if I'm not mistaken, you went out with Cindy Lopez before you went on tour! So, there's nothing wrong with my going out with Bobby." I blew up. "Oh, and let me thank you for ruining my chances with him last year. He said that he liked me last year and was going to ask me out, but he didn't because he thought that we had something going on! Us! God, that would almost be like incest or something."

The look on his face was a combination of shock and hurt. After I said the last sentence, I regretted it. I knew that it was a lie because I did like him.

"Is there something that wrong with me?" he asked, then dropped something that he was holding behind his back. It was a long, narrow, white box. Then he stormed past me and slammed the door shut behind him. I felt awful. My best friend, Zac, please don't hate me now for what I just said. I tried to get to him thru telepathy, I knew that he could hear me, but he wasn't answering me. I finally quit trying.



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