Past Memories

Chapter Six: Zachary

I went walking to get some fresh air. I still can't process what happened in the morning. Zac is still interested in me? Will Macy tell him that I'm with Luke?

Weird.

Fresh air freshens my face as I continue walking when my cellphone rings. I write down the password and his name appears at the screen.

Great.

I wait for the continious rings to shut up.

Still ringing. Oh well.

I accept his call.

"Hey Maggie, long time no see."

I don't answer back. My mind is somewhere else.

"Maggie?"

"Zachary! What's up?!" I answer back hurriedly.

"Awww.... nice to see you miss me! I missed you two." He mocks playfully, but I'm sure he meant it.

"Yes, yes I did, I do, and will do, Zac." I said with a smile.

"I have so much to tell you. Especially about that kiss."

Oh no.

"Please, Zac. That was ages ago. We're adults now." I said mockingly.

"I'm serious, Maggie. I miss you. I also miss fooling with you, laughing with you, playing with your hair... everything."

I blush uncontrollably for no reason.

"Zac, don't make me laugh. I really do miss you. The memories we had..."

"Well, I want us to meet again someday. Sigh."

Well, it's not like I'm busy everyday, but I want to do a couple of things with Luke these days. I haven't seen him since I was adopted and now that he's back... I don't know.

"Wanna go out sometime? At least once." He pleads.

I do miss him. A friend is supposed to be by your side, right?

"Of course. Just tell me when, where, and at what time?"

"Saturday. Starbucks. I'm free all day, but I don't know about you."

"Well, I have to see my mom in the morning. You know, just visiting my parents. So it's 1:00 PM."

Zac laughs, "Perfect, see you there." Then he's off.

I don't know why, but my heart accelerates. I'm suddenly happy out of nowhere.

Must be the fact that I'll be able to see Zachary again.

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Sunlight shone through my face causing me to wake up and get out from bed. Now, why did I woke up? I kept thinking. Wait. I have a date today - with Zac. I don't know why, but thinking of him makes me nervous.

I erase these thoughts from my head as I enter the bathroom. I just hope I don't get too hyper with Zac there. It has been so long since I last saw him. I look myself in the mirror. My skin looks pale. Maybe from the nervousness. My hair looks a bit tangled but still like I just brushed it off, which I did last night.

Sigh. I open the key sprinkler and let the water cool off a bit. I step out of the bathroom and head towards the closet - which is at the other side of the wall. I open the door to my walk-in closet and step in. It's modern-styled, and black and white. The black-colored wood shines brightly, taking the attention away from the white walls surrounding me.

The chandelier above me makes the marble floor reflect the light beautifully. I lift up my head, my gaze analyzing each closet door. What should I choose? The lightbulb idea comes to life as my mouth morphs into a smile. I head to the left door, the farthest one in front of me and take out a light, long-sleeved, white blouse. I head to the right side of the closet to find black, but comfy, tights.

I finally step in the middle of the walk-in closet to decide which of the five flats I'm going to wear. The first pair are a set of cream flats. The second ones are black. The third ones are light pink. The fourth ones are gray. The fifth ones are a combination of both black and white.

I walk nearer the shoe stand as I approach the Cruella de Vil ones, referring to the fifth pair. I joke in my mind as I pick them up and sit in one of the two creamed sofas while putting the flats down on the light pink, leathered rug, thinking what my look is missing. I slowly turn my head to the right to analyze two hand purses. One is gold and other one is has a dalmatian-styled design.

Can I simply choose a black, sexy dress, a ridiculously big, yellow fur coat, red high heels and a black and white wig? Mind you, 101 Dalmatians was my favorite Disney childhood movie and Cruella de Vil was my favorite villain - well, I think she still is.

I roll my eyes as my lips morph into a light smile, remembering the girl I used to be. To be honest, I still act childish sometimes. Not wanting to grow up. Peter Pan was another movie that influenced me in that aspect. Okay, I'm seriously thinking things a ten year old girl would think.

My attention turns back to the outfit I'm going to wear on my date with Zac. I stand off the chair and walk to the right side of the closet, picking up the second hand purse. I leave it under the chair I was seated and head to the walk-in closet's door, heading towards the bathroom.

The tub was filled perfectly with warm water. I take off my