Dead and Crinkled Flowers [ON HOLD]

Chapter Four: February 2012: Zachary

His good friend Adam had gotten his first girlfriend in a while, so he went to meet her.

"She's new," Adam said to him, wringing his hands. "So be nice."

"I know, I know," Zachary waved it off. "'First impressions are important.'"

"Yeah," Adam shook his head. "Stay here. I'll go get her."

Adam was the whitest kid Zachary knew. He had the biggest feet in the entire school, surpassing even the teachers and was so tall he passed as a senior. He was in sixth grade then.

He returned at last, holding the hand of a girl that would look so much taller if she wasn't standing next to Bigfoot over here. Her handshake was firm, and she looked him in the eyes as she did so.

"I'm Brooke," she beamed. "Brooke Myers."

"I'm Zach. Zach Kohl," he said as they shook. "Pleased to meet you."

"Pleased to meet you too, Zach."

"Come on, Brooke," Adam said taking her arm. "Let's go to lunch."

"Okay." She turned and waved to Zachary. "Goodbye!"

"Bye," he waved back.

She never remembered that day, and her relationship with Adam only lasted a week, but in the end it didn't matter. He didn't see her until she was in seventh grade and he was in eighth.

And through all that time he was in love with her.