FAKE

24

"you look pretty," zach admitted as i closed my front door behind me. i smiled and shoved my phone in my back pocket of my jeans as we walked to his car.  "thanks zach," he opened the door for me, and i got into his car.

zach's car wasn't as expensive or fancy as joey's audi q7. but it doesn't need to be. zach got in his car and plugged his keys into the ignition. he started the car and backed out of my driveway. i felt my phone buzz in my back pocket, and i pulled it out, looking down at it. it was from gray.  

grayson: who was that guy??

me: a friend 

grayson: sure, a friend. is this the new guy that'll help u get over joey? 

i rolled my eyes and locked my phone. i have to admit, i was a little nervous to go on this 'friend date' with zach; besides hanging out with joey, ive never really hung out with a guy before. let alone dated one. so this is all pretty new for me.

zach pulled up to the street light and looked over at me, staring at me intently. i pretended to not notice, since staring made me feel a bit uncomfortable.  

"are you having second thoughts?" he asked.

i looked over at him and shook my head. "why would you think that?"

"you just look like you're thinking about something. i was only wondering," he said and gave me a half smile. i pressed my lips together and zach pressed on the gas as the light turned green. "are you not into movies or what? cause we could go somewhere else if you'd like."

i shook my head. "i love movies, i just don't really know to say."

"that's okay, how about, we think of random topics to talk about," he said.  

"random topics?" i questioned, knitting my eyebrows together.

he nodded. "it'll pass some time by."

"alright," i crossed my legs. "you first."

he scratched his chin, as if he was thinking. "um, what do you want to be when you're older?" he asked.  

"i think a paediatric surgeon or a neurosurgeon," i replied. "neurosurgeon is the —"  

"the brain, yeah," he finished my sentence.   "do you think i'm stupid or something?" he smiled.  

my eyes widened. "no! not at all, i just wasn't sure if you­ —"  

"i'm joking avery," he said and a grin tugged his lips.  

"oh..." i blushed out of embarrassment. he chuckled.  

"why don't you be a paediatric neurosurgeon?" he asked. i didn't even think of that.

"oh yeah," i said. "i guess i wanna be that then," he smiled. "what about you?"

"i don't really know, i'm thinking about maybe being an architect," he stated.  

"so you like math..." he nodded. "gross," i scrunched up my face and he chuckled.  

"don't you have to like math too if you want to be a doctor?" he asked.  

"i guess, but things like the quadratic formula and that shit won't help me," i said. 

"true," zach said. "anyway, you go now," we were almost to the movies; i guess this does pass time. 

"do you want kids? and how many if you do?"

"i do, and five."

"five kids? holy cow," i'm surprised. he chuckled, probably at my use of language.