Restoration

CHAPTER 11 Avery

As I laid awake in bed that night, I thought about the previous conversation I had with Logan. He understood everything. Knew exactly what I was talking about. He described everything I was feeling. Although, I felt like he was hiding something. I desperately wanted to figure out what.

I dozed off thinking about him, which led to dreaming.

We were in my car, driving down the highway along the coast. His hand in mine, while I navigated easily through the bends and curves in the road. He looked at me, I looked at him, and we each smiled knowing looks. Then he kissed me on the cheek.

I woke up that instant. I started questioning all my thoughts, and memories. Making sure it was just a dream. Although, a part of me wished it wasn't.

I walked over to my bookshelf and grabbed my diary, and unlocked it. I started describing the week, and wrote down all the details of the dream. Made sure nothing was left out. I flipped through the pages from earlier entries; when I first learned how to surf, my promise to not lose my virginity until marriage, when I got my Mustang, when I first started dating Owen, all of my past in this one little book. Then I wrote a couple lyrics, and put my diary back in it's place on my shelf. Walking around my room, admiring all the photos I had of Owen and I, Zoey, my family. All my memories. Then it struck me, I wasn't allowed to think about Logan. I had Owen, who I share a thousand memories with. I shouldn't be thinking about any other guy. So I strode back over to my bookshelf, grabbed my diary, and wrote down another promise; That I'd be true to Owen, I'd never cheat, and I'd never let myself think about another guy again.

By the time I was done writing, I was exhausted, and looked over to at my clock; two in the morning. I shut my diary, hid it under my pillow, and gracefully let my head fall.

The next morning, I woke up and took a shower. I was still exhausted. Stupid dream. Stupid Logan. Stupid life. Ugh. It took me 45 minutes to fix my hair after the shower, and 15 to do my makeup. The time was 7:10.

“Better get going...” I said to a non-existent person.

I hopped in my car and blasted my radio, trying to find a good song to get my mind off things. Then I Miss The Misery by Halestorm started playing when I got to Zoey's, so I honked once, then waited while singing along.

“I'VE TRIED BUT I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT! I'D RATHER FIGHT THAN JUST FAKE...” Then Zoey walked out of her house with a appalled face.

“Ave....? Halestorm? Really?” Zoey said.

“YES.” I laughed. “So, you ready to go?”

“Yes... as long as we stop off at Starbucks. I need a coffee fix. So tired.”

“You my friend, have a deal.” She put her seat belt on and we started down the road.

Once we got to the drive through at Starbucks, I saw Owen and his friend Chris; who was the drummer for their band, walk out, guitar and notebook in hand. Typical Owen. He noticed me looking, and waved. I waved back, and Owen started to walk over to my car.

“Hey beautiful, whatcha doin'?” he said.

“Not much, just getting some coffee with Z.” I replied.

“HI!” Zoey chirped in. She always had to have some word in the conversation.

“Hi Zoey... Do you want to get me a caramel mocha coffee babe?” he said.

“Uhm... sure.”

“Thanks!” then he kissed me through my window, and I saw him walk away, and put his acoustic in the back of Chris's car. Then they drove off.

“Seriously? Shouldn't he be the one buying you stuff?” Zoey remarked.

“Oh well. I don't really care.” I answered.

“Oh well. Whatever. You guys are still cute.” she said.

Then that was it. We got our stuff, and drove away toward school. After that, the day repeated itself all over again, just like every other day earlier in the week. Life dragged on, and so did the rest of my week. Until, Saturday...