Nine Years

Chapter Two

The loud ringtone of my smartphone yanked me from my peaceful sleep. I groggily rolled over and grabbed it, clumsily answering.

"Hello?" I grumbled.

"Hey Delilah." I could hear Zach's smirk through the phone.

"How did you get my number?" I mumbled groggily, if not angrily.

"I've got my ways...." He chuckled, his voice cracking through the static.

"Okay, creepy stalker person, why the hell did you call me at eight am? That's like the middle of the night!" I snapped, in all seriousness. Zach laughed, this time a deep belly laugh.

"Well duh! We're gonna hang out!" He announced, basically like I should know. Which of course I wanted to see my best friend, but he had changed so much... The Zach I knew was quieter, cuter, more modest. Zach now couldn't be more polar, it was like this wasn't him, it was his evil twin. Except, not evil.

"Okay... Where? When?" I added, sitting up. I heard a bit of crackle, and Zach returned. "Umm, 15 minutes. I'll be there."

"Wait wha-" but the line went dead. In frustration, I slammed the phone down, looking at my cat, Fox, who purred, kneading the blankets. I sighed and flipped the covers off, Fox hissed as the covers engulfed him.

I brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face, then getting into my favorite pair of skinny jeans, a black long sleeve shirt, and my black Allstar converse. I brushed my hair, straightened most of it, and did my makeup.

Three minutes left!

I scooped up a long, silver fox necklace, and some random bracelets I got at H&M. I glanced over in the mirror. I looked decent. Oh well.

Luckily, I heard a car horn beep, and I ran outside.

Zach was in my driveway, the windows down on his car, which was sleek and shiny in the sunlight, leaning back against the leather seat, the wheel gripped in his large hands.

Once I saw him, he rolled down the window. A pair of sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and he flicked them upwards so they rested on the crown of his head.

"Wow. I figured with a name like Delilah you'd wear dresses and that girly shit." He thought aloud, as I awkwardly scrambled into the passenger seat. I humphed, a little bit insulted, but he did have a point... However I was girly sometimes, I just wasn't feeling it today.

He pushed down the gas pedals, the convertible roaring away, it's tires screeching. "Where are we going?" I asked Zach, but however he faced way from me, eyes on the road.

"It's a surprise." He chuckled, as I rolled my eyes. Shoot. I hate surprises.

No matter how much I begged, Zach refused to give it away, and finally I gave up, drumming my fingers on the dashboard.

I watched as we left San Francisco, the land along the roads becoming more sparse as we went along, lacking all the buildings I was so used to. Instead there was plenty of vegetation, trees and grass. Some trees were perfectly straight, some gnarly stumped ones, leaning over and with lots of bumps decorating its bark.

I felt like we were trees, all of us, some perfect, some okay, and some not either. Maybe it was an awful comparison, but maybe I just don't care.

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The rest of the ride was spent with my feet on the dashboard, leaning back in the seat. Zach pretty much ignored me, however he often would smile back mischievously. This drove me crazy, and finally I resorted to my phone.

Soon Zach veered of the thruway, into some exit. The sun shone through the windows, filling the creases in on his face.

Wait was I staring?!

I guess so. Zach was pretty good looking, he looked a lot different than he did in middle school. A lot different.

Oh brother, I growled, realizing our destination.

It was a random, empty field, just like the one where Zach "proposed" to me nine years ago.

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So yeah! Here's NINE YEARS! Sorry for the wait I had no ideas😁

Anyways enjoy!