the guy at the party

45.- the reason behind poetry.

   Time was winding down, this baby was about to come out, and Zach was about to leave for tour. I told him I was happy for him, and I honestly am... I'm just scared. It be the first time that we've been apart since we've been together, and like I said, this baby is about to come out...
   Apryl went back home, so it was back to being just Zach & I.
   I laid blimply on the couch, pondering and letting my mind get to me when Zach entered the room.
   He laid at the end of the couch, and laid my legs on top of his.
   He looked at me vaguely.
  "I wish you knew how much you truly and honestly mean to me." He said, rubbing his hand up and down my leg.
  I blushed.
  "I love you." I said, sitting up so I could plant a kiss upon his lips.
  When our kiss broke, I planted my feet on the ground, and stumbled as I tried to stand up.
   This big belly of mine really interferes with everything.
  I waltzed into the kitchen, and saw the ultra sound pictures laying on the table.
  I picked one up, and skimmed it thoroughly.
  Zach came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. We swayed to the silence, and smiled because of the happiness.
   "Little bean." Zach whispered, and I smiled.
  "Our little bean." I replied.
  Almost for a moment it sounded like we were going to keep it, but the endless smiles stopped when we realized we weren't going to.. my heart broke at that.
  Zach removed his arms from around me, and took a seat at the table.
  I laid down the picture and sat beside him awkwardly.
   "I-" I began, trying to apologize, but Zach cut me off.
  "I know."
     I looked out the window and noticed the sun set. It was beautiful; the sky was filled of colors. Pink, purple, blue.
   Things hadn't been this beautiful in so long.

*Zachs pov*

      I watched as Chloe stared out the window at the L.A sky. The colors of it reflected onto her face, only making her more beautiful.
   Chloe reminds me of a really good poem, one that describes beauty, bravery and strength.
  Chloe is the reason poetry was ever written or thought of. Because nothing other than that can describe how amazing she is.
   "I don't regret a thing, Zach." She broke the silence and turned her head in my direction.
  "What do you mean?" I asked, confused as all frick.
  She turned her head back to the window and stared out at the sky.
  She smiled.
  "I don't regret meeting you at that party, having sex with you, getting in that car accident, getting pregnant." She went on and on until I kissed her to make her shutup.
   When she pulled away, she looked so deeply into my eyes, and kissed me again. She always kissed me so passionately, like they did in fairy tails.
  Poetry.
  "Everything was worth it." She said, gleaming at me.
  "You're worth it."