Paper Airplanes|| Zach Herron [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 6

The day after I sent the note back he responed. It was faster than I thought. We had learned so much about each other.

He always cherished the family time they had together, which I think is cute. He absolutely hated school but is trying to encourage himself that its not to bad. He was kind, sweet, creative, outgoing, funny, sometimes stupid (in a good way), and so much more. One other thing that he mentioned was that he loved to sing. It was his passion, his life. It calms him everytime he strums his guitar. Writing his own music helped him express everything that he kept inside him.

He was very open with me. Unlike me. I tried to open up just as much as him but I just couldn't. It hurt too much. Like a sharp pain was stabbing me in the heart each time I wrote down something I only told my closest friends. I always stated the obvious. After every paper airplane I threw to his room, I would crawl up in a ball in the corner of my room just sitting in silence. I felt as if I was betraying Parker. Chloee and Addison would always tell me that I am doing what he would've wanted me to do, but I just didn't seem to fully get that in my head. Parker, Parker, Parker was all I thought about. Within 20 minutes of being in a ball I would somehow put the thought of Parker aside and go on throughout the rest of my day.

Until one day I mentioned him, I mentioned Parker.......

Zach's p.o.v (didn't see that coming huh?!)

Enid is great. I'm glad I got the balls to do something about us not talking. I was always the type of person who would talk to everyone I was around. Being in first period with her and not speaking a single word to her knowing I would get a simple answer or no respond at all would kill me. If anything it would always make me worry about her. The idea to turn a simple note into a paper airplane and fly it through her bedroom window was one of the best ideas i've came up with in a long time. I've learned so much in the past 3 days. 3 days and I already feel like i've known her for years.

She stated the obvious some times but I liked it. She has bright hazel eyes, chocolate brown hair that would flow in the wind or ever time she took a step, a bright smile that would get wider if she made someone happy. Everything she told me was precious to me. I don't really know why exactly though, most if the time I would brush it off and keep my head focused.

Then she told me more things about her, and they weren't the obvious. She was pretty, smart, caring, kind, friendly, shy, passionate, enthusiastic, and many more. When she was little she played softball until she reached middle school. So in middle school she decided to play for the school's tennis team, all 3 years. She even played in her freshman year of high school but quit after her mother and father started struggling with money. She had a good passion for photography. Every picture she took she transfered them to photo paper and put them on her bedroom wall. One of the main things she stated was that she liked to sing, (which I found out a couple days ago when we first talked) but she mentioned its how she gets away from the world. I didn't know what that ment, until one day she told me.

Her best friend since diapers died in a car crash a few months ago. His name was Parker I think, yea Parker. She was devastated. I feel bad for her, like really bad. That's why she hasn't been so open with me in the first place. It explains a lot actually. I understood her thoughts and pain seeing how my best friend passed away when I was 6 years old, but I didnt tell her that.

Now that we know more about each other and talk almost everyday, I think we will talk and hang out more outside of our paper airplane world.

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A/n: Sorry this one is short. It's currently 3am and I have school tomorrow. Plus I feel like this was just a filling in chapter. (Did that make sense?) Aannyways....the next one is gonna be longer so look forward to that. Hope you liked this short chapter! Bye bye now!👋👋

-Emie❤