Part 4:
"This is my house here," I say to him as we walk up to it.
"Oh this is cute," he says in a girly voice. I start laughing. It’s a tiny little house. When my dad passed away, my mom and I had to move here because we couldn’t afford our old house. We walk in the front door and my mom is standing in the kitchen. Crap. I forgot about this.
"Hey, mom. This is Zack. He’s new in town and he works at the market," I say.
"Oh, is this that cute boy you were telling me about?" she asks, ever so innocently.
"Mooooom," I groan. This is what I get for telling her everything. I look over at Zack and he’s blushing almost as much as I am.
"Yup, he's the one...” I say, making Zack blush even more.
"I’ll be in the living room if you need anything," she says, sensing that I want her to leave now. Finally.
"Want something to eat?" I ask him.
"No, I'm fine right now. Thanks," he says. He keeps on smiling at me, and it takes my breath away for a second. I grab a sandwich that I made earlier from the fridge, and get an idea.
"Okay, since we have so much in common, I have the ultimate question for you," I say, still holding the fridge door open.
"Haha, what?" he asks.
"Coke or Pepsi?" I ask him, trying to act as serious as possible. He stares as me, and then a grin sweeps across his face.
"Pepsi," he says.
"Ha!" exclaim.
"What about you?" he asks, anxiously waiting for my response.
"Same!" I exclaim.
"Haha that's awesome. Now we can for sure be friends," he says. Friends. That sounds nice, I guess. I wouldn't mind if he wanted to be more than that though. I'm sure he doesn't though. I grab two Pepsi’s out of the fridge as well, and we start walking down the hall to my room. When we walk in, I realize that before I left this morning, I didn't know that he was coming over, so I didn't clean up. It's a mess.
"Uhh, excuse the mess, I didn't know you were going to be coming over," I say. He just laughs, and I can tell he doesn't mind. I go over and turn my Xbox on.
"What do you want to play?" I ask him, as he sits down on my bed.
"I don't mind. How about portal, since we both like that game," he suggests.
"That sounds good," I say, popping in the disc and joining him on my bed. That sounds dirty. We play for a little while, and I can tell that he is very smart. Smarter than he seems. We play until we get bored, and then we just sit there and talk for a while.
"Is your dad here?" he asks.
"Umm...” I say. I really don't want to talk about it.
"Oh...” he says. I guess if we're going to be friends, I'll have to tell him eventually.
"He passed away when I was eight. He was really sick," I explain.
