Huntington Avenue | ✓ [PV REWRITE]

Part II: Chapter 21

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Chapter 21 | ❝ What a pity. ❞

Wednesday, December 19th, 2018 - 3:38 p.m.

ZACH SMILED AT the sight of Harper's vehicle in the driveway in front of his house. He quickly gathered his things, which included his phone, his wallet, and the front door key to his house and sauntered over to the front door. Before he left, however, he called over his shoulder.

"Mom! Harper's here!"

He could barely hear her voice from upstairs. "Alright, have fun!"

"Thanks, Mom!" he replied while opening the front door and locking it behind him.

Harper gave him a friendly wave as he approached and motioned towards the front seat. Zach blinked at the thought of obtaining the position of shotgun without it even being a competition, but when he entered the car after jogging down the driveway, he realized with a chuckle why it was exactly so. Mason and August were in the midst of some sort of playful argument, where Mason was doing the majority of the talking and August was listening quietly.

"August, are you sure that you won't play volleyball even though I'll get you a book or something to pay you back?" he asked exasperatedly.

August was too busy ignoring his friend and looking at his textbook in his lap. "I told you that I have Calculus homework."

"Yeah, but that's supposed to be done at home, hence the word "home" in the actual word," retorted Mason as he elbowed him jokingly. "And besides, Harper has Calculus homework as well, but he's not doing it right this second."

"I just need to get some done...fine. I'll get it done later tonight," August caved before Mason was about to retaliate once more.

Mason grinned in his direction. "Thought so. We're much more fun than math."

"...I guess," he teased however he sounded serious.

The boy next to him frowned suspiciously.

"I'm kidding."

The two did not notice Zach's presence until the teenage boy himself greeted them. "Hey, guys!" Zach exclaimed cheerfully as he shut the passenger side door behind him.

"Hi, Zach!" Harper replied with just as much enthusiasm.

Mason was second. "Hey!"

"Hello." Lastly, August piped up just enough to be heard.

"Ready?" Harper asked, and when Zach nodded and buckled his seatbelt, Harper put his vehicle into reverse and backed out of the driveway.

Before Zach knew it, he was on the road with three of his closest friends. He had no idea how he had come to get to know such wonderful people, but he refused to take it for granted. The three other people in the vehicle with Zach were genuine, authentic, but most of all, supportive and caring. Even though Harper was the only one out of the three who truly knew Zach's situation, Mason and August were not far behind.