"So, are you in?" he asked, his tone gentle, but the patience in his voice was slipping.
She took a moment to mull it over, and finally met his piercing blue eyes.
"Yes," she replied, with a shaky breath, and he let out a contented sigh.
"But unde...
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I WAS almost positive Zac wouldn't want anything to do with me after I confessed my past to him.
But once again, he surprised me with the side of him most people don't see, or care to see.
When we left the park, he made sure I got in safely before walking over to the driver's side, waiting until I was settled, and kept the speed limit at 25 the whole ride back home. Since we had taken my car, I expected him to walk me to the door, say goodnight, and then walk across the street to his house.
I was wrong, again.
He waited for me to open the door, locked it once we got in, and stood in place while I looked at him, questioningly. The corner of my eye itched from previously crying, and as I reached up to itch it, he walked up the stairs and vanished for a few seconds.
I stood at the bottom, debating whether or not I should go up there and see what on earth he was doing. A moment later, he came back down, holding a box of eye drops, and extended his hand for me to take.
"Zac," I asked, as I watched him open the box, "what are you doing?"
He opened the top of the box, set it on the table, and motioned for me to lean back against the couch. "The drops are supposed to help with the itchiness and redness around your eyes," he responded quietly, "it'll help within 10 minutes."
I nodded and allowed him to squeeze the drops into my eyes, while thinking back to a month ago, when I didn't even know Zac existed. Though only a month passed by, I had let him in further than I've ever let anyone in throughout my entire existence.
This wasn't good, it wasn't good at all. Letting him in only meant it would hurt even more when I left. Even after my parents promised we'd be staying until I graduated, which was still almost a year away, I couldn't put all my trust and dependence into him.
"Maddie?" I opened my eyes to his voice, and blinked a couple times before my vision re-focused.
Wait, did he just call me Maddie? What happened to hazel? I'm not saying I like being called hazel or anything, but...
"I called you by your name because I called you hazel about 10 times, and you didn't respond," he reasoned, and I smiled sheepishly, "I knew calling you by your actual name would hopefully snap you out of your sleep."
"I fell asleep?" I echoed, trying to get my brain to process the words he was saying. "I swear one second you were putting in eye drops, and then the next I was...I guess I ended up falling asleep."
