Four Months ( Graser10 and Stacyplays ) #wattys2016

Chapter Eight

Weeks.

Well, a week and a half. But to me the time went slow. Between writing, taking care of Leo, hanging with Zach everyday, and going out with Parker on Monday nights, the the time thankfully dragged on.

On June twentieth, Zachary promised me a spot in the woods behind his house, so we made plans for a movie, then a " sleepover. " Parker promising to take care of Leo.

" Hey, it's Zachary who's this? " He said melancholy, answering his phone midway through a proper hot chocolate lesson.

Mumbling.

" Oh my god. You're back! We gotta meet up sometime man! " He giggled.

Mummmmbling.

His attention was adverted to the door, a knock, bringing a smile that spread wide across his face, his braces even making an appearance. But as soon as I saw it, it disappeared when he rushed to the door, flinging it open to reveal a boy, with curly light brown hair, he looked tired, but when he saw Zach his face lit up.

I watched in awe Zachary literally jumped onto the stranger, tackling him to the grass before he could even say anything.

The sight of Zach being so happy made me somehow prideful. Watching him roll in the grass laughing as hard as I had ever seen made me want to see more.

I saw the mystery curly haired boy look inside at me, " Graser my lord you got a girl finally! "

I felt my cheeks go hot as Zachary snickered, " Nah dude, that's Stacy, she's a writer here for a few months. "

The guy raised his eyebrow to me, standing up and striding over, and plopping down next to me, a bright smile greeted me along with a firm handshake.

" Hi, I'm Mitchell. And I've already heard you're Stacy. Nice to meet ya. "

I shook his hand, " I can say the same thing. "

" How's Graser been? " He stretched out and slid down the couch slightly.

" Graser? " I quire.

" Oh my god you must be special honey, he never let's anyone call him by his real name. The name Zach is outlawed. "

Again I was puzzled, " Um, but his name is Zachary. "

Mitchell's face dropped, " Jesus fucking Christ Graser I leave for a few years and you open up a shitload, how come I can't call you Zachary? "

Zach came in, annoyance on his face, immediately swatting Mitchell's head, " Be quiet you bastard, I want her to call me by my real name. It would feel strange if she didn't. "

" You sure you two ain't dating? " He chortled, slapping his knee.

Zachary's cheeks went a bit of a scarlet color, was Mitchell's point to try to make us embarrassed?

" Shut up dude, she's seeing Parker. " Zachary gritted his teeth.

He went quiet, a awkward sense filling what seemed to be the whole house.

Zachary was still looking at the ground, I could tell this new boy Mitchell kinda broke his spirit a tad bit. So I slid off the couch and grabbed my bag, slipping it on and going to the door.

" You guys coming? " I smirked strolling to the woods.

After about five minutes Zachary caught up, along with Mitchell who was already being a pest.

We reached a small creek, Zachary said it connected to a river that bent straight in front of us, so I stepped over it, slightly catching my foot on Mitchell's leg. I crashed into the mucky water, saving myself with my knees and hands. My knees undoubtedly where soaked.