Cough Syrup

Chapter 3: Dinner Date?

My phone lit up the words "Zachary Benton". I sighed, Taking the bottle of Spirytus and opening it. I let my phone continue to ring until it goes to voice mail. The potency of the alcohol stings my nose and eyes as I bring it close to my mouth.

This is the good stuff.

Telling myself that I'll be fine, I nervously tilt the bottle back and take two big gulps. I'm not much of a drinker. The alcohol makes me shudder, It's almost as bad as drinking bleach. It stings my tongue and throat to the point my eyes begin to water, and when I pull the bottle away from assaulting my mouth, my insides sting. I can feel the burning acidity in my esophagus, like heartburn creeping up on me. My cheeks grow warm and I begin to feel a little lighter though, a slight buzz already for an easy lightweight.

This stupid life story shit is taking forever. No one will read it anyway.

My phone vibrated twice in my pocket, alerting me of a voice mail. Confused, I tapped the small phone icon to listen to it. Zach never left me messages.

"Hey, Eden, can we talk? I keep meaning to talk to you about this, but It's never the right time... Anyway, I figured if there's never a right time than make one, right? Ha-ha. Anyway, call me back. We can talk over dinner."

He sounded stressed. For a second, I considered ignoring him. It's probably not that big of a deal. He sometimes over dramatizes. Then again.. He would never get to talk to me after today. It would only be fair to give him some last words. I pressed my finger to my phone's touch screen, and after a few taps got Zach's dial tone.

He answered after two rings. "Hello?"

"Hey. you wanted to talk?" I asked.

"Yeah! Yes. Wendy's, fifteen minutes?"

"Sure."

With that, I hung up. I walked into my bedroom and pulled my long, faded blue hair up into a ponytail in front of the mirror. I had dyed it blue a month ago, and it faded to a pastel-greenish color. My brown roots peeked through at my crown and the part of my hair. I was such a mess. I walked over to my closet and, tossing my dusty jeans to the side, changed into a pair of black shorts to match my black My Chemical Romance shirt. Good band, together or not.

With one last glace in the mirror, my own grey eyes piercing me, I left the apartment. I locked the door behind me, and slipped down the two flights of stairs to my car. As I got inside and started it up, curiosity flooded me. What did Zach want to talk to me about? We had seen each other yesterday, and everything was fine. Well, fine with him at least. Me? I was planning how today would go-and this was not in the plan.

I reached the local Wendy's and parked my car in the closest space to the door. Through the window i could see Zach's midnight hair in long locks covering this forehead and most of his eyes. As I walked in, he looked up at me and flipped his head to the left, his hair falling into place and leaving his emerald eyes exposed. Most girls found Zach sexy, but because he was so shy and we were so close, everyone thought he was my boyfriend.

"Hey you," He grinned uncomfortably. "Hey," I said halfway laughing. "You needed to talk to me?" He hesitated. Why did he hesitate? Did he know? Suddenly my stomach dropped. "Yeah, want to sit with me?"