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Finding Mr. Perfect's Flaws [Fourteen]

Finding Mr. Perfect's Flaws

[Fourteen]

The secret love.

A/N: Just a short chapter I felt like writing(:

THIS IS NOT EDITED! (: Sorry if there are any mistakes.

Rich and I sat side by side, tossing bread into the pond in the park. Ducks swam around the soggy pieces, honking like idiots. I crossed my arms over my chest as if I was cold. Rich sat next to me, giving me time to think things over. A little ledge right in front of the bench was a place to rest your feet, and keep the water away. It also meant that my knees were closer to my face. I leaned against them, staring at the ducks. I wondered what it would be like - no worries in the world. Rich threw another bread piece. I wasn't sure if I was crying or not - I was numb.

I had fallen asleep on Collin's shoulder. Rich took over the store as I slept, getting everything out. When I woke up, Collin had his arms wrapped around me, leaning against the door. I climbed off of him, hugged him goodbye, and went into the ice cream parlor. I watched his car speed away, tears dripping down my face. What was happening? Why was everything switching sides?

Rich reached out and squeezed my hand, taking a hold of it. I didn't have the energy to squeeze back. We sat there in silence, listening to the quiet waves hit against the stone ledge. The ducks caused ripples, making the water rough. One swam dangerously close to my feet, but I didn't respond.

"It has to get worse to get better," Rich suddenly whispered, leaning his side against mine. I continued to stare at the ground, my arms crossed. He leaned down to look at my face. I was fifty percent sure I was crying. He didn't have to ask, but he knew it was something bad. Collin... Collin had it so much worse than me. Why was I the one crying?

"What did he say?"

The words that I had been expecting flew from Rich's mouth. I took a deep breath and looked back at him.

"His life is as bad as mine," I whispered, trying not to choke on the words. Rich pressed his mouth together. He hadn't been expecting that. If I was in his shoes, I would have expected that he had told me off for liking him. He probably had thought that as well.

I watched as a baby duck jumped from the pond. Rich let go of me, bending down. Before it could jump away, he cupped it with his hands. He was gentle with it, not intending to hurt it. A childhood memory of me stepping on a baby duck surfaced. I had to smile. It had been totally fine, but it had made a really... interesting sound. Rich held it out for me. I reached out and pet the soft duckling with one finger. It didn't seem to mind the human contact. I had to smile. It squeaked, flapping it's little wings. I wanted to keep it forever.

"It's like you, Zachary," Rich whispered. I looked up at him. He was focused on the little duckling. "Your life hasn't exploded yet. This little guy will go places, be whatever...duck it wants to be. But it just hasn't happened yet. Trust me, Zachary. When you get the happiness you deserve, you will have some of the next guys' too."

He finally looked at me then. I grabbed his head, and kissed the side of his mouth. He smiled at me sadly.

"I love you, Rich. I'm so glad you came into my life. I don't know where I'd be without you," I whispered. He smiled at me, and held out the duck. I lightly cupped my hands under his, and he dropped it into my hands. It was so soft and warm, like a little ball of sunshine. I could feel its little heart. It was calm. I stared at it, trying to catch it's eyes.

"Zachary junior," I declared. Rich smiled next to me. I saw a duck that looked similar to it, swimming up to us. I smiled.

"Well, Zachary junior. I bet that's your mommy," I muttered. I ducked down, and set the little guy into the water. He happily swam away, swimming right up to the bigger duck. They, in turn, turned and swam away. I wished my mom would do the same.