The Night

Story Time

I woke up just as I feel asleep; happy. I turn over to see Zac wide awake in bed next to me.

“How do you wake up so early?” I ask.

“I’m used to it,” he answers.

He still seems distant. I don’t understand it. I thought that after last night we would be okay and he wouldn’t be so, I don’t know how to explain it. He seems happier than before, which is good because I am too, but yet he seems worried, about what, I don’t know.

“I didn’t get up because I didn’t want to wake you up,” he says as he gets out of bed.

“Okay, thanks,” I say as I sit up.

I look down in disappointment as he starts to walk away. It’s kind-of like he forgot about last night. The second I finished my thought, he turned back around, leaned over on the bed, and kisses my cheek. I blush quickly. I feel like nothing has changed. I feel like this is normal. That when he wouldn’t really talk to me was some random time where life wasn’t right. This life, where he kissed my cheek, felt like it was some forgotten memory, but the second that memory comes back it’s instantly a routine.

We both took our turns in the bathroom getting dressed and ready. We gather up our things and walk up to the front desk. We turn in our key, since last night was our last night in this town, and walk hand in hand down the street towards the repair shop.

We enter and Zac goes over to talk to Gus and I walk near the car. As I walk closer to the car, I slowly see that Maggie was here. She smiled and I smiled back, then she brought me in for a hug. As we hugged, Gus and Zac came over to the car. I hug Gus, too, then, go back to talking to Maggie.

“Have fun, I’m going to miss you,” she says.

“I’m going to miss you, too,” I say back.

I smile and get in the car right after Zac. As we pull out of the shop and drive on our way to the next town, I think about what Maggie had said to me.

Maggie’s words bring me back to reality. I can’t have fun. I’m still not home, I’m on the road not know where I’m going or why I’m even going there. We’re now on the highway driving to god knows where.

“Zac,” I say.

“What?” he answers.

“Tell me a story. I’m bored.”

 “You sure? I know a story, but it’s long and confusing,” he says and I nod, “Here we go,” he starts, “A while ago, I’m not sure how long ago, but at least a little more than sixteen years, a married couple started a, I guess you could call it a company. They steal information from companies and give it to other companies, mobsters, the CIA, the occasional drug dealer, and everything in between. They made a lot of friends in their line of work, but they also made a lot of enemies.”

“How did they get started in said business?” I ask.

“You know, I’m not quite sure. Can I finish now?”

“Sure,” I smile.

“Well, eventually they had a baby boy, then two years later, they had a baby girl. With their increasing finances, they needed to make more money. They made a bad decision. They started, instead of just delivering the information they stole, they would copy it and use it for themselves before they gave it to their employers. Well, as you could guess, their employers didn’t like this when they found this information out. They saw it as stealing, and soon the couple was making more enemies than friends,” he finishes.

“That’s a nice story, but it doesn’t really have an ending,” I frown.

“You know, I don’t know the ending.”