Make It Right

Ch. 4

Zach was taking a much needed jet lagged nap. "Zach!"  I yelled. "Get up, the most amazing, out of this world thing just happened to... ME!"

"What?" he asked, sitting bolt upright, startled. "Are you all right, or hurt?!"  Concern  written all over his face.

"No, no, no, nothing like that." I said, shaking my head. "Though I did fall."  Speaking of falling, my butt hurts, are my pants wet from the puddles?"  I began to bamble on while trying to look behind to see what damage had been done to my pants. "Sky!!!" Suddenly realizing I was being shaken by my shoulders. "Tell. Me. What. Happened!"

"Oh yes, right." I say, snapping by to reality. You'll never believe who I just ran into, literally!!!"

"Who?!"

"The one and only...TOM HIDDLESTON!  Can you believe it? I told him we're going to his premiere, we exchanged numbers, and he says he wants to talk with me more. That is if he doesn't see me there."

I was practically bouncing off the walls, yet Zach didn't seem as happy as I thought he'd be.

"You exchanged numbers? What on Earth would he want to talk to, you, more about?"

"Oh, I get it Zach. You don't think I'm good enough for him to want  talk to me again!"

"That's not it at all Sky! I just don't wanna see you get your hopes up and then crushed. You don't reallly even know him."

"You're right, I don't, and I'd appreciate it if right now you could just be happy for me.'

I turned around slamming the door. I'd went from the highest of happiness, from the highest of sadness in a matter of mintues. My face was burning of heat from being so upset. I guess Zach just doesn't understand, or perhaps jealous?

 It turned out to be a long silent night, as neither Zach nor I had spoken to eachother since the fight, not even during our room service dinner.

It was around midnight when I started getting ready for bed. I brushed my teeth, and my long black hair, put on my red tank top, and some black leggings. I was just about to take my make-up off when my phone began to ring. It being really late I wasn't sure who could be calling. Then again it'd be a around morning time in America so I was expecting it to be a family member checking up on us. Not recognizing the number, I wasn't sure if I wanted to answer, but I got this feeling like it was important and I should. I'd remembered I hadn't programmed Tom's name into my phone. Excitement rolled through me like fire. Taking my time I pushed accept.

"Hello", I said slowly.

At first there was no response. Feeling creeped out I was just about to hang up when I hear...

" Hi, is this Sky?"