More than friends

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Zach just stared back at me, and finally Mary broke the silence, “me and Zach stopped by to pay a visit, while John took Josh back to school shopping.”

                I didn’t know what she expected me to say thankfully my mom answered, “Which is such a pleasure, we’ve missed you guys around here.”                Me and Zach just continued to stand in the mud room. “It’s unfortunate Lewis wasn’t here, he would have loved to see you guys, but he’s at a friend’s, and Pete is at work.” Lewis was my twin brother, and one of my favorite persons, he’s the only person who knows me and everything about me. Pete is my dad, and worked very hard for our family every day, he’s someone who I look up to.

My mom and Mary engaged back into another conversation, and I was left with Zach, “Want to go to the park or something?” he asked, breaking the awkwardness.

“Sure, just let me put my purse in my room and get out of these shoes.” I ran into my room, dropped, my purse, and put on converse. I looked in the mirror hoping I looked decent in my high wasted jeans, white crop top, and navy jacket on top. Just as I was about to leave I saw Zach standing in the doorway. “You ready?”

Not expecting him to be there, I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin. I screamed and slapped Zach on the arm, “what the fuck is wrong with you, I’m coming you idiot.”

Zach started to laugh, “ahah, remember that on time when you were in your cantina getting a snack and I screamed and scared you so bad you hit your head on the door?”

 I hit Zach again, “shut up, common let’s go.” We walked out of my room and outside the house. The park was just a minute walk down my street.

As we walked down the street, I started to feel more comfortably around Zach, but I just couldn’t get his attractiveness out of my head. Breaking the silence, Zach asked, “So how’ve you been? What you been up to?”

I really didn’t know how to answer his question, because I’ve literally been doing nothing. Improvising I replied, “oh you know the usually, parties here and there, concerts every once in a while, been a pretty awesome summer.” Zach starred at me and I couldn’t help but start to giggle. “I’m joking; I’ve actually been doing nothing.”

We finally got to the park, and the first thing I did was run to the swings, and plumbed myself down. Zach walked towards me and stood behind me, “Zach don’t push me,” I warned him.

Putting his hands on the chains of the swing, he said “still have that little fear of people pushing you on the swing?” And before I could reply he pushed me.

Just as high as I went on the swing, my heart rate went up. I started to kick my feet and yelled Zach’s name.  Zach grabbed the chains and I slowed me down, making me bump into him.

Zach grabbed his shin “ oww.”

“Good,” I replied. I stood up off the swings and turned around to see Zach staring at me, and I couldn’t help but blush. I went to go slap him on the arm for about the third time, but this time he dodged me and started to run away.  I really wasn’t in the mood to chase him, but it was worth it if I got to be near him.

Zach ran around the swings, and the play set, all the way into the open field across from the playground, as I ran after him I started to get closer, and closer. As I was drawing nearer to him and was about 5 feet from hitting him, or tagging him whatever we were doing, he stopped. My brain didn’t signal to my feet to stop in time and I slammed into him, knocking us both on the floor.

Thankfully Zach broke our fall, he lay on his back and I on his chest. The first thoughts I had of seeing his abs through his t-shirt, were nothing compared to actually having my hands on his chest.

I wanted to get off him, but I didn’t, he felt so good, I could feel all his muscles under my palms, and the beat of his heart speed up, or was that mine? What’s wrong with me? Yes he is classified under a sex God, and yes I had a child hood crush on him, but it shouldn’t mean anything, me and him would never go anywhere in a relationship. All we had was our friendship. Just as I felt his chest, I all of a sudden felt warm, big hands grabbing onto my stomach that was showing under my crop top. My thoughts went to his chest, to his hands on me. I didn’t know what to do so I just rolled off of him.

We both lay there looking up at the big blue sky, “ so how you been?” I asked trying to make things less awkward. “ Pretty good, I guess.”

Silence.

“ So you have a boyfriend?” Zach asked. He caught me by surprise, I was not expecting him to ask such a personal question.

“Nope.” I replied, I wasn’t going to lie.

“You’re lying, have you been in any relationship lately?”

“Why would I lie, I seriously don’t, and I honestly have never had a boyfriend, throughout all of high school.”

“Wow, that’s hard to believe.” “Why?” I quickly said back.

“I don’t know, your different, you’re not dramatic, and all that, and besides puberty has done you well.”

Did he just say what he said? Is this really happening? “Well look at you, don’t you just know me so well, thanks I think, if that was a compliment, so what about you any, girls in your life?”

“well I was dating a girl, you know Amanda, but she is fucking crazy and I had to break up with her.”

I started to laugh, “What happened?”

“She was always getting into fights over stupid shit, and always trying to tell me what to do, I literally attract all the crazy girls.”

Without knowing what to say, I just replied with “that sucks.”

We continued to lay there in silence, until my phone buzzed. Taking it out of my pocket, I got a text from my mom, who else?

Tell Zach his mom wants to leave.

Not wanting Zach to leave, I turned my head towards him, “your mom wants to go.”  Now who knows when I’ll ever see him again?

Zach turned his head, and looked me in the eyes then looked at my phone. “what’s your number?”

Not expecting him to ask for my number, I was shocked and didn’t know what to say.

“Ugh Alex, is that a no?”

“NO!” I yelled, I obviously wanted to give him my number.

“Oh your to good for me now, I get it.” Zach replied. “ No I mean yes.”

“Yes your to good for me?” He asked.

I sat up and turned towards him lying there, “ Give me your phone,” he gave me his phone and I added my number, “ I meant no to not giving you my number, and yes to giving you it.” Then I gave him his phone back.