the guy at the party

29.- the out

   I woke up the next morning feeling hungover, although I literally had nothing alcoholic to drink.
  Zach laid next to me, still asleep. The sun was starting to rise outside, and shine through the window and unto Zach’s beautiful face. Theres not a thing I would trade for moments like this.
   I tiptoed out of bed, and looked over myself in my body mirror. I was a mess. Hair was literally all over the place, face was bare, no bra,  and no shorts. Hmm. That’s a way to live.
  I went to go pull my shirt over my head, when I had realized that I had looked a bit more bloated.
   It’s probably just because I had eaten so much the night before.
  I had gotten dressed, and Zach had woken up.
  “Hmm. Sexy” He said sarcastically as I shoved hands full of Doritos into my mouth.
  My hair, still a mess, had fallen more loosely as I turned my head to look at him.
  “Aw thanks, You’re not.” I said as I pushed past him, and plopped myself onto the couch.
  He giggled like I wasn’t being serious. (I wasn’t.. he’s a sexy beast.)
  He made his way over to me, and planted a kiss on my cheek.
  “What’s the plan for today, grouch?” He asked.
“ well, since you love me so much. I think that for today, you should take me out to dinner, take me to get my nails done, take me to the mall, and get some real pretty stuff.” I said, in a mean girl voice.
He laughed again.
“Anything for you, princess.” He said sarcastically.
  I stared into his eyes, and smiled. He really loves me. All the times that I had doubted it, all the times that I had felt alone, he loved me through it all. I can’t really leave this kid.
  “Actually, follow me. I have to show you something.” I got up, and gestured him to follow me.
  I took him into my closest, and pulled down a yellow box with a polka-dotted bow on top of it.
  I had walked over to my vanity, and set the box on top of it.
“Open it.” I demanded.
  He gently pulled the lid off of the box.
  “It’s paper?” He asked.
I laughed.
  “No. It’s every letter that I have ever written to anybody but had never sent. To Nick, to my mom, to my dad...” I told him.
  He picked one of the letters up, and began to read it.
“Why are you showing me these?” He asked.
  I smiled. He wasn’t prepared for what I was about to say, and neither was I.
“Because, this is my life. A letter that had never been sent. Words that will never be spoken. People who have left. Every feeling that I had ever felt is In those letters, so I’m giving you an out... if you don’t think you can deal with all of my crazy.. then I need you to leave now.. I- “ I had said, but I was RUDELY interrupted by Zach kissing me.
He pulled away, looked me dead in the eyes and said “I’m not going anywhere, Chloe Rose. You and I are gonna make it. I promise.” He pulled me into his arms & I began to tear up.
  I pulled away, and punched him in the shoulder.
  “You make it hard to be moody when you say cute ass things like that, Zach! No! Fuck you!” I said & he laughed some more.
“You know, you’re cute when you’re moody!” He exclaimed, pulling me into a longer kiss. A Passionate one.
  That’s one more thing on the list of why I’m so in love with Zach. Everything’s passionate. I like it that way.
   Later, we decided to go out for ice cream. He ordered cookie dough & I ordered mint chocolate chip.
We sat ourselves at an outside table because it was fairly sunny.
  My hair swayed In the wind, and I ate my ice cream.
  Zach, across the table, of course spoiled me with compliments. He always did. Whenever he could.

*Zachs pov*

   Chloe sat across the table from me, dipping her color changing spoon into her mint chocolate chip ice cream.
   At the table beside us, there was a couple making out.
  “Why do you think they’re so happy?” I asked her as she filled her mouth with another bite of ice cream.
  “He bought her ice cream. Maybe, if you bought me ice cream I’d make out with you.” She stated. She then flipped her hair to be extra sassy, and that made me chuckle.
“I did buy you ice cream.” I stated.
She sighed.
“Yes Zach, I know. But only because you’re my sugar daddy.” She joked.
“Can you at least make out with me because I’m cute?” I asked.
She smirked.
“FINE!” She said, then shoved her face into mine.