Mackenzie Ziegler. Brown haired, Brown eyed. Short, smart, and curvy.
Johnny Orlando. Tall, dark, handsome. A green eyed, brown haired hunk.
Fights. Makeouts. Deep, meaningful songs. Failed dates. Romantic kisses. Confessions; any of them. Giggles...
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Today's weather was cold, and stormy, and it wouldn't stop raining. I've stayed in all day, as it's Saturday, and haven't accomplished anything apart from eating, watching netflix, and feeling sorry for myself. The freshman fifteen rule definitely applies to me– I need to start working out again.
As I say this, I realise I'm hungry. If Mackenzie was here, or even Zach, they could easily cook me food. But they're not– and I still remain a horrible excuse for a cook.
The rain pours down even harder outside, thumping on the roof like a drum. In seconds, everything I can see out the window of my apartment is saturated. Someone, I can't see who, looks like they're having trouble getting inside their apartment. I feel bad for them, whoever they are. It's absolutely bucketing down out there.
I hoist myself off the couch, glancing at myself in the mirror as I do. I need to shower; my hairs ruffled in all directions and my shirt sticks to my body. Ah well. I'll do that after ordering some food.
Being the classic boy I am, I order pizza, and yes, I plan to eat it all myself. Oops.
After putting the phone down I traipse through to the bathroom, peeling off my sticky shirt and chucking it into the laundry basket. I turn the shower on and then our doorbell starts to ring continuously.
I'm not surprised the pizza delivery guy is already here, as the shop is just down the road from us. When I open the door though, with no shirt and flyaway hair, I get a little shock.
What is Mackenzie doing here?
Mackenzie Ziegler is the ex I never got over. The one that almost made me believe love isn't real. The one that broke my heart and made me into the shy, clumsy, quiet man I really am.
Lately, we've been spending a lot of time together– without knowing, we enrolled on the same College, miles away from home.
My sister, Lauren, told me this was fate. I told her it was a testament to how similar we are. She agreed that was probably a better reason.
"Hi." She says sheepishly, eyes travelling my body carefully and then staying glued to my face.
"Hey?" I reply, stepping back from the door. It's then when I notice she's absolutely saturated with water. Her yellow dress is completely opaque, and water is seriously running off her skin. "Come in, you must be freezing!" I then exclaim.
I realise she was the person who must have had trouble getting inside. I should have known.
She gingerly walks inside my apartment, looking nervous. "Would it be alright if I chilled here for a bit? Brynn's at a party, and I locked my keys in my car, and I can't get inside–"
