The next day
I woke up and looked around. Zach must have left but I remembered him comforting me. I wanted to spend time with him and get to know him. He saved my life.
As I laid in bed and tried to wake myself up I remembered me standing on the board. Tired as hell. And just blacking out. I thought I could do it. But maybe I had pushed myself to hard to forget him. When it would just hurt me. Maybe I had to be real with myself. I really liked him. But he was focused somewhere else. Maybe I should tell him if it's gonna hurt me.
Around lunch time i went down stairs and made myself a sandwich. I sat in my back yard by the beach and ate it. Looking out even made me nervous. How would I go back?
"Hey" a voice said. I looked over by the gate and saw zach standing there. I got up and brushed off the crumbs and walked over.
"Yo what's up" I said. I rubbed my neck realizing me trying to sound cool wasn't cool. He laughed and rubbed his neck also.
"Well my sister saw me with you last night and she wanted to meet you, she's 6 don't worry she's not some over protective sister" he answered. I laughed and looked out by the ocean and though. It would give me a excuse to go to his house. I could see his family. See him. I was in.
"Yea sure when?" I asked. "Well whenever is fine" he answered.
"Ok can I shower and finish lunch and then come I will be about a hour or so" I asked. He nodded his head. "You girls take forever dang" he laughed. I opened my mouth and stared at him with a shocked look. "I'm just kidding you do your thing, whatever that is I don't know I'm not a girl, Well this just got awkward I will see you in a few" he chucked and ran off. I just saw the quirky side of zach. Ok ok.
After showering and getting ready and putting mascara on I picked some jean shorts and a halter top that was slightly cropped. I hid it under my shorts, it covered my stomach because of my high waisted shorts.
I slipped on vans and ran out the door grabbing my phone and shutting the garage door on the way. I took a deep breath and walked up to his steps. I rang the doorbell and peaked through the window. All the lights were on and I could hear kids.
I hear Someone run to the door and open it. Than a younger kid about 12, 13 opens the door. He drops his mouth and looks at me. "Woah" He says. I laugh and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. Before asking him where zach was, he shows up behind him.
"So I see you guys met" zach adds. The boy quickly nods and smiles. I laugh along with everything. "Well ash that's Ryan, Ryan ashlyn" he says. I step inside and the house smells like baked cookies. I feel warm Inside. For just moving in there were barley any boxes and mostly unpacked. Zach brings me into the living room. Behind the house is a pool with a hot tub attached. I totally forgot they even had that. We never knew the old neighbors so that's why.
"Oh you just be Ashlyn" says Zach's mom. "Hi Mrs herron it's nice to met you" I say and shake her hand. "You can call me myta sweetie" she says. I smile along. I already like This house. I got a great vibe from it. "Josh isn't here but he's my husband" she said. I nodded and zach showed me around. His sister Reese came out and met me and she was super sweet. She loved me and fallowed me around. Eventually zach told her we were going to have private time.
We went into his back yard and sat by his hot tub with our feet in it. Our hands inches apart.
"You like it here so far?" I asked. He shrugged and looked around. It made me feel like he didn't like me. "I mean it's nice here but some of the kids I just can't click with" he said. I looked down and rubbed my knee and wanted to leave. He meant me.
"Not you though, your great your better than anyone I ever met" he said. I looked by our hands and suddenly I saw his inching towards mine. I looked up into his eyes. He looked straight into mine.

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Bad boy~zach herron
FanfictionAshlyn Matthews is your typical quiet school girl. Until she meets zach herron. The house next door gets sold to the herrons. Zach seems like you typical bad boy. Hangs out with the populars. Doesn't talk to anyone but them. Dresses cool. Acts cool...