Written With Love [slash]

Chapter 3: Life isn't a Fairytale Anymore

Reason for dedication: for helping me with getting info and ideas for this chapter! Thanks, Dad! :)

Welcome to chapter 3 of Written with Love! Ah, the picture of the guy on the right is who I've selected to play Zachary Stone, and his name is Logan Miller. :)

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I've noticed that sometimes, the picture doesn't show...feel free to let me know when that happens. :)

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Chapter 3: Life isn't a Fairytale Anymore

I was about to start buttoning up the white dress shirt that I had picked as a result that I couldn't really think of anything else to wear when I heard my phone start to ring. I went over to the dresser and looked at the number and saw that it was my friend, Gavin Pulitzer.

“Hey, Andrew,” Gavin said nonchalantly. I heard a loud honk in the background which led me to believe that he was probably driving while he was calling me.

“Hey, listen. Now isn't a great time for you to call me. I have a very important appointment. Can you call me back later?” I asked, my fingers fumbling with one of the buttons and the button holes.

“Not this time buddy. Courtney told me to come pick you up for your appointment today. Didn't she tell you?”

“No. She didn't say anything along those lines,” I mentally cursed Courtney for not telling me, since it was probably on purpose because she told me that she couldn't come with me, so she developed the idea to send Gavin with me instead. “Where are you now?”

“Just a few minutes away. So get dressed and make sure you don't forget anything.”

“Yeah, okay. Drive carefully.” I warned as we said goodbye to each other and ended our call.

I finished buttoning up my shirt and tossed on a pair of black slacks, making sure to tuck my shirt in. I grabbed a black tie and sports coat and slipped on a pair of dress shoes as I headed out the door with a briefcase with all of the necessary paperwork inside of it with my trench coat in my arms for the rain.

I suppose that I should have been excited, and nervousness was only expected, but I kept thinking of only the worst that could happen. It was as if instead of focusing on only positive things, like my mind usually did, my mind had been rewired to only think of the absolute worst that could happen.

I walked through the lobby and decided to wait inside until I could see Gavin's car through the lobby window; it couldn't have been to hard since his car was a rather large, red truck meant for the dirt pathways of the desert, not the concrete jungle that Manhattan was and would always remain. I still didn't know why he even bought it in the first place.

“Hey, Andrew,” Gavin called through his open window and the raindrops falling from the sky in buckets. “Hurry up, will ya'?”

I dashed out into the rain and squinted my eyes as I opened the glossy red door, enjoying the moment that I could stop getting pelted by tiny rain drops. I rolled up the window and turned to see a grinning Gavin with his blue eyes full of joy and excitement.

“What are you so happy about?” I asked as I wiped some water from my face.

“About you finally getting the chance to adopt a kid. I know that you've wanted this for a really long time, and I know that you of all people deserve it too.” Gavin pulled out into the street filled with cars despite their constant protests through car horns and multiple curse words being tossed out like yesterday's news.