"Zachary! Can you please take this pie over! I've asked you fifteen times now!"
Zachary's mother, Claire Dreemurr, Yelled once more.
Zachary came flying down the stairwell, a nice shirt, jeans and tennis shoes.
"Ya Mom!" Zachary grabbed the pie and ran out the door.
"Uh Jax... what was that about?" Jax Dreemurr, Zachary's younger brother shrugged at his mother's question. "Whatever it was he must be pretty damn well excited." He said looking at his mother. "JAX DREEMURR WE DON'T USE THAT LANGUAGE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!" Mrs. Dreemurr shouted.
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He knocked on the door three times. "Knock Nick knock" the door echoed the knocks through the house. A female stringy voice could be heard. "Macy!! Could you get that!!" The voice shouted.
Her names Macy? Cute name but what if she has a younger or older sister what if she's not even coming to the doo-
"Yo." A girl answered the door. Roughly 5'3, black shirt, skinny jeans converse, and black tip blonde hair. Yesss! Zachary whispered in his head looking at the girl.
"Uh sir, do you need something?" She asked, whilst Zachary gave no response. Macy coughed. "SIR?" Zachary then snapped out of his daze. "Uh yes! I'm sorry! I uh... pie!" Zachary put the pie on the doorstep and ran back home.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl And Her Paintings
RomanceMy name is Zach, Zachary Dreemurr. I am an average guy, that goes to an average school but I'm trying to save an above average girl.
