Sunday

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It was Wednesday, and it was pouring outside. It is also Sunday's day off. Stella was still asleep while her parents were in the kitchen.

Sunday was wearing a pink jumper with a green scarf on her neck and was drinking hot chocolate. Zack was seated in front of her.

Zack inhaled. "What are you doing with that Laurence guy? He's too good for you."

Sunday tilted her head and looked up in the ceiling. "I'm dating him. That Laurence boy."

"I don't want it that you're seeing him."

Sunday placed down her mug and faced Zack. "Why? I mean, you dated. Why can't I?"

Zack bit his lip. "You said it yourself that we can't be in a relationship with other people because Stella will question it. And now, you are in one. I broke up with Holly two days after you went back here, you know. I pressed charges."

Sunday rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. "I know what I said, Zachary. You know, I wonder where you knew that girl."

Zack chuckled. "I don't want to remember any memories concerning her."

Sunday laughed. "You're so sad, Zack."

Zack laughed a long. "I know. Man, it makes me sick just thinking about it."

Sunday faced the window and stared at the rain outside. "But I'm glad you fought for it. I mean, it's scary to be stalked. You know, I may have the possibility that's why I chose to live here."

Zack nodded. "That's right. I wouldn't even want that to happen to you, especially to Stella. She'll be traumatized. I am."

Sunday finished drinking her hot chocolate, washed the cup she just then wiped her wet hand on the kitchen towel. "Well, I'm gonna check on our daughter."

But before Sunday can fully leave, Zack held into her arm. "Wait."

Sunday looked at him, confused. "What?"

Zack suddenly came close, just an inch away from her lips.

"What are you doing?" Sunday whispered as she placed her hands on Zack's bicep.

Just then, her phone rang. The two of them stand back from each other and avoided eye contact.

Zack cleared his throat. "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Yeah. I'm just gonna answer my phone."

The rest of the night, the two of them avoided each other. Whenever Sunday goes out of her room, she looks down and walked at a fast pace; Zack did the same.

It was nearing dinner and to avoid awkward conversations, Zack decided to eat out even though he didn't know his way around.

"I'm going out." He announced.

"Where are you going, Daddy?"

Zack smiled. "I'm eating out, Stel."

Sunday came in with a weird expression. "What? Where are you going?"

"Out. I'm eating out." Zack answered, looking anywhere but the wall behind her.

Sunday frowned. "But it's pouring outside, Zachary. There is a thunderstorm."

Zack shrugged and wore his raincoat over his grey jumper. "I know. It's okay. I'll be fine."

Sunday shook her head, unbelievably. "If you're sure. Do whatever you want. Just get home early, though. There's an extra umbrella in my room. You can borrow it if you want. Take care of yourself outside."

Zack bit his lip and watched Sunday's retreating back. He sighed. "Sunday?"

Sunday turned around and looked at him. "Zack?"

"I-I just want to say that . . ."

Sunday crossed her arm and leaned on the wall. "Say what?"

"That I--erm. I, don't want to sound rude. But I, I don't want you to be with Laurence." Zack said the last part softly.

Sunday gave him a look of confusion, not fully understanding what he said. "What did you say?"