Black Combat Boots

Chapter Twenty-One

I rumage through the open drawer of the dresser. Yes, I am looking for a cute outfit to wear on my date with Zach. He told me to dress casually and warmly.

I decide on black liquid leggings, a white camisole and an oversized white knit cardigan. I slip on three button UGGS and leave my hair down. I grab my phone and walk to the foyer to wait for Zach.

"Boo!" I jump about a mile in the air. Zach laughs.

"That wasn't very nice!" I smack his forearm.

"C'mon, lets go." He smoothly and quickly loops his arm through mine and drags me out of the house, twards his Jepp.

On the ride to where ever we are going, we chat and laugh. For whatever reason I never bothered asking him where we are going.

We pull into a gravel road. I missed the sign but it looks like a very country place. We stop the car and I look at the house. Well, a cottage is more fitting.

"Where are we?" I ask, I look past the cottage and see rows and rows of trees. "Are we going fruit picking?!" I scream. Zach laughs, parking the car. Once the car is parked, I jump out of the car. I stand there jumping up and down waiting for Zach to get out.

"Excited?" He asks.

"So, so, so, so, sooooo much!!!!!!!!" I jump up and down, pulling Zach's arm.

"We have to go into the cottage and get baskets before we can go." Zach says.

"Okay, lets go!!!!!" I pull him towards the building.

We walk in the cottage and are greeted by the warm smell of apple cider. I take a deep breath in, remembering.

Zach gets our baskets and we go out to the trees.

"So, why did you get so excited when you found out we are going fruit picking?" Zach asks.

"Remember the first day we 'met' when you called me Minty?" I ask in reply.

"How could I forget?"

"You said that you were the only one who remembered me when I was in freshmen year and before. You were-are, the only one who remembers me from then. I was a weak dumb brunette, who couldn't keep herself safe. I had the only ones I loved die, protecting me. I realized the day James died, I could not let another person into my life. All it does is hurt them and me. But you remembered me, as that weak nerd who was hopelessly in love with James. Even with remembering it, you didn't ignore me or even make fun of me." I look at the apple tree, picking another green one. I don't eat read ones. "When I was that weak little girl, my real parents would take me to orchards like this. We would laugh as we picked them. One time my dad was picking an orange, and he peeled it. He was going to give it to me, said that the best oranges are fresh off the tree. He tried to toss it to me but my mom walked in front of me, looking at a nice tree with fresh fruits. It hit her, juices splashing all over her sweater. For some reason it was the funniest thing I had every seen. I fell to the ground laughing, tears falling down my cheeks. Thats why I got so excited about fruit picking." I laugh remembering my mother's face as she stared at the orange juice.

"That was a long story, just saying." Zach laughs.

"Wow, a heartfelt message and you just laugh at how long it was?" I hit his arm.

"Sorry, didn't know how to respond to it." He shrugs.

"Its cool." I smile.

We joke around as we pick the fruit.

The whole time, I felt as though I was being watched. It was very strange, everytime I tried to shrug it off it would keep coming back. I couldn't shake it off...

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Authors Note

OKIE DOKIE

I AM DONE ANNOYING YOU

BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-A<3