His Baby-Bunny [COMPLETE]

Chapter Thirteen

Zoe POV:

I sent my old acquaintance from school a text a few days ago. Her name was Elise and we always had wanted to go out for brunch, we'd talked about it ever since I got my licence but we never got around to it, and I fell out of touch with people from school once it was over. 

After what felt like a lifetime, I received a message from Elise;

"Sure, but you're picking me up." 

That Thursday, I hopped in my car and drove up towards Park Orchards, I hadn't been back this way for what felt like years, I had generally tried to avoid the areas nearest to my old high-school. 

I watched as she left the house, wearing black jeans, black boots, a black and white top, a cream cardigan and her long black hair had been straightened. She was still just as thin as I had remembered. She got into the car and I drove off in the direction of the Pancake Parlour. 

"Hello Elise."

"Hey Ro."

  It was so weird to hear someone use my old name.   

"So, I finally picked you up." 

"Finally." She repeated.

The rest of the car trip was silent, when we reached the restaurant chain, we got a booth and ordered our food. I still ate more than her, but she was one of those people that never used to mind. 

"Are you at University?" She asked.

"Yes, and I'm studying Criminology; yourself?" 

"Yeah, but I'm just doing an Arts degree for now."

I smiled politely. 

"So, have you become a soccer mum yet?" She asked.

It was our little joke. Our great plan was to marry rich, divorce richer and be botox-filled mothers who drove SUV's and took children to and from soccer matches and games; in a world with dark and twisted roads, we yearned to be cliche's.  

I laughed, "No, not yet."

"Have you got a sugar-daddy yet?" I asked. 

It was her turn to laugh. "Similar answer to yours, no, not yet."

As our pancakes arrived, we reminisced about school, chatted about the people who dropped out and where they were now, talked about people we fell out of touch with, and judged the table manners of all the other diners. That was something that always connected Elise and I; our table etiquette.

Soon enough, our meal was over. We climbed back in the car and I dropped Elise back off at home. 

"Let's do this again." She said as she got out of the car.

"Ok."

"I'm serious."

"I hear you."

"And Ro, why'd you change your name?" 

"Just easier, I got sick of my name, after having it for eighteen years it was time for a change."

She nodded.

"Will you let me know if you change your surname though?"

I laughed, "sure, when and if I change my surname, you'll be the first to know."

She walked away towards her front door and I drove off. I got back on the freeway to head into the city, I was going to surprise Luke at work, but soon enough, I passed the exit I needed to take and kept on driving. 

I looked up at the sign which said Sydney 812km. 

I pulled over at the nearest McDonald's, got my phone out and called Elise.

After three rings she finally answered.

"Do you feel like a road-trip?"