Four Months ( Graser10 and Stacyplays ) #wattys2016

Chapter Nineteen

He was freaking out. Giddy and fidgeting in his seat as we took off into the sky, Zach was gazing out into the rolling country as we made our way back to California.

I just slept... Whoops.

He shook me violently, apparently too anxious to sign to me that we where finally landed. Grinning I let him clasp my hand and drag me through the airport. He kept jumping everywhere. Still tugging me.

Zach grabbed our bags as I waited for Leo to come. When the people came out with the pup he let out a squeal when seeing me. I couldn't help but to feel ecstatic to finally get him back. It was a three hour plane ride and being kept up in a crate isn't very... Desirable.

Meeting my boyfriend at the doors to leave he decided to still tug me. He got a copious amount of eye rolls from me as we took a taxi to my house. Joey promised to water my flowers, Stampy promised to make sure nobody broke in.

The guy rolled down the window and stuck his head out, the wind rustling his growing hair. And I had to admit, it felt good to smell the salty air of LA again. September was the schooling month, I missed the busy teenage summer. Scoreee.

I paid the taxi driver, Zach took no time to. He bolted out and ran inside. Which was extremely predictable. I promised him a beach trip when we arrived. And coming inside I realized he wore his suit under his clothes.

Leo scoped the place out before claiming my couch. Deciding against wearing any swimwear I let Zachary drag me to the white sand. My flip-flops immediately took on the hotness.

" Stacy this is amazing. " He signed with a bright smile.

" Glad you like California. It's interesting seeing you in a bright sunny environment, you sure Josh will be alright? "

He shrugged and signed, " Who cares! " Before running into the ocean.

Worse than a child.

And worse than a freaking tourist! Zachary ran all over buying silly hats and glasses along with shirts and smoothies that where expensive. I knew a place around the block with wayyy better ones.

" Zach, can we go home and relax? " I pestered.

He nodded, and I smiled. I got my way eventually.

Arriving back, Leo was sacked out, Zach plopped down on the patio hammock, when going out to ask him if he wanted any food so I could order Chinese, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into the swinging bed.

Sinking into his lips and pressing my hand to his cheek I pulled away and pressed my forehead to his. Chinese food was far from my mind as we lay together. Looking over minutes later to see that he was fast asleep.

Thinking back to the first moment he sat in my booth simply because there where none other. Or the moments where he dragged me into his drama, something that was just a package with Zachary Graser. You'd get his tragedy, his goofiness, and his fine skills at making someone fall in love.

With the warm breeze swaying us, I noticed he was awake, twirling my hair in-between his fingers as a determined look was painted on his face.

" Whatca busy thinking about Zach? " I scrunched my nose.

Instead of using his hands.

He spoke.

" I. I- L-Lov-e-e you. "

Everything came back to me, the fights, broken glass, camping trips, and all those drunken kisses. And in that moment I realized that all this time I truly did miss his voice. And all that time away from him I missed his stupidity.

My four month challenge was an interesting one. And as I sit up at midnight with my best friend lying next to me, fast asleep with a internal smirk. Leo at the at the foot of my bed. I knew Mr. Murphy wouldn't of wasted four months.

So an end to a summer, and an end to a book. This is your writer Stacy Hinojosa, writing off.

You don't need a sequel. Neither do I. Our life won't continue with any epilogues with happy endings. Neither will it continue with any prequels of my life before hand.

We'll have our ups and downs. Who knows, maybe this book won't even get published, and Mr. M will be the only one to lay eyes on it.

Don't let some story tail write your future. Don't let anyone write it. Go pick up a pen, keyboard, even a type writer. Go write your future for yourself, and even when times get hard and you don't know what to do. Write a different ending.

Goodbye, and good luck getting over this book.

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About the author.

Stacy Graser, was born on a farm in Utah, traveling to California when collage beckoned. Then after she got a job at a publishing company, eventually working her way to a journalist. Then to a prodigy to send across America.

Over a million Four Months books have been sold. And Stacy is going to be writing more after her world tour. Accompanied by her husband. She hopes to release a new book soon.

- Bianca Straub - Family friend and great biographyer.

THE END