Part 5:
When I get home, I try to avoid my mom. I know that she’s going to ask me questions that I can’t answer because honestly, I’m trying to answer a few things myself. When I think that it’s all clear and that I can make it to the kitchen and back without her asking me questions, I go into the kitchen to get my dinner. I quickly dish it out my chicken, rice, and vegetables and start heading back to my room with it.
"How was Zack’s house?" she asks me, showing up from nowhere.
"It was good," I say, hoping that’s all she wanted to hear.
"That’s good. Do you like him?" she asks. Ugh, I knew she was going to do this.
"No mom, I do not like him. I barely know him, I just met him yesterday," I say. Honestly I'm not exactly sure if I do or not. As of what I’ve seen of him so far, he seems really nice and sweet and I could see myself liking him.
"Okay, well you had a good day? Did you meet his parents?" she asks. Since this whole question thing seems like it’s going to take forever, I walk over to the dining room table and have a seat. She follows me over and sits down with her diner.
"I met his mom," I say. "His dad isn't around."
"Really?" she asks. "Yeah, he left when Zack was three and he hasn't seen him since," I explain, just like Zack had told me earlier. I like that we had that in common. Both of our dads were gone with no chance of ever seeing them again. That made us close.
"That's too bad..." she says, looking at her plate.
"He has the cutest dog," I tell her. "Her name is Bella and she's a chocolate lab."
"That's cute," she says. She continues asking me questions while I finish my food as fast as possible. I need some time to think to myself, and her asking me all of these questions isn't really helping things. It's actually making me more confused.
When I'm done my diner, I rinse my plate and go to my room. That's the nice thing about living with only one other person. You’re alone a lot. In my case, that's good. I need a little bit of alone time. I just can't get Zack off my mind. For some strange reason, I loved hugging him. I guess just being near him, and feeling his arms wrapped around me made me feel good. The way that we talked and joked around today made it feel like we've been friends forever. We just know how to act around each other, and there was none of that awkward get to know each other stage. We've only known each other since yesterday and we've just clicked. It was so easy just talking to him, and asking him things, and telling him things. I don't tell many people about what happened to my dad. I mean, it's a very small town and everybody knows what happened to him, but it's not like I go around telling people. They just found out. I told Zack about it and he didn't even ask. For some reason I trust him, and I feel like he trusts me. We have so much in common, it's unreal. We both play soccer and Xbox, we both like dogs, Pepsi, Justin Bieber, and the color blue. We both want to jump off of the bridge, both of our dads are no longer in our lives. There’s so many more things that I can't think of at the moment.
That's another thing. We're making the “Things to do Before the Summer is Over” list, and it was his idea. He came up with the idea, and he's the one that got us both to sign it. That means that he plans to spend the whole summer with me, and it couldn't be better. And then when the summer is over, we'll be going into the same grade at the same school, and the school is so small that chances are, we'll have some classes together. The thought of being with him for a long time excites me. Especially being with him for the whole summer, because that’s my favorite time of year. Everyone is always so happy, it's so bright, and everything is so casual. Basically, a summer with him couldn't be better.
