Diana | z.m. |ON HOLD|

Chapter Two

So here it is! A brand new chapter! It came out a little later than I expected, sorry but Im busy with school and avoiding homework. (Which Im actually doing at the moment.) So anyways 

Enjoy~

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Chapter Two~

   A loud crash is what I awake to the next morning. I shot up out of bed and grabbed the closest thing to me. A lamp. No time to think now I guess, I slowly creep out of bed and out into the hallway.

 "Aw, crap." I hear a voice mutter under their breath. 

"Shelby?" I call out.

"In here!" she answers. I sigh letting my shoulders relax at my sides. A head of pink hair pops out from behind the kitchen counter. "Why do you have a lamp?" Shelby asks me, raising her eyebrow. 

 "Well I thought someone was in the house because heard something fall so I freaked out and grabbed the closest thing to me which just so happened to be this lamp." I explain. 

"Mhm, and what were you going to do if there was actually an attacker in the house? Beat them to death with a lamp? You know what I can actually seat the headlines now, 'Death by lamp, thief tries to rob house and is brutally attacked with a lamp." Shelby giggles. 

"Shut up," I mumble. "So what were you doing in here anyways?" I question her.

"Well I was trying to make toast so I out the toast in the toaster to cook it and I turn around to watch the TV," she pauses to point at the television for visual reference I guess.

  "And then the toast popped up and scared me senseless so in my act of terror I turned around and smacked it causing it to fall of the counter on to the floor, so I just made cereal instead." she rambles. "By the way we need to buy a new toaster." Shelby smiles sheepishly. 

I roll my eyes and pick to toaster up from the floor and set it back on the counter. "I will go out and buy a new one today, I have to run some errands anyways." I tell her. She nods her head wordlessly and goes back into the living area to watch the TV. I sigh picking up the lamp and taking it back into my bedroom. I change out of my pajamas into something more decent and pick my keys up off my night stand. 

  "Going out, be back later." I tell Shelby, slipping on some sandals. 

"Yeah, okay whatever." Shelby mutters with her mouth full. 

I simply roll my eyes and step out the door, shutting it behind me. I walk out of the building and out to my car. First stop, Tony's Auto Repair.

  I'd been meaning to take my car in for months and it just never happened. I'm a procrastinator, it happens a lot. I start the car and start the short drive to the car shop. 

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     I pull in and park the car in the lot. Walking in a small bell goes off to indicate the door had opened. The woman at the front desk looks up and plasters a smile on her face.

    "Welcome to Tony's Auto Repair, how many I assist you?" she says in a cheery tone.

    "I just need my tires rotated and an oil change." 

    The woman nods and asks for my I.D. and car keys I hand them both to her, tapping my other hand against the counter. 

    "It will be an hour or so, you are free to leave and we will call you or you can have a seat in our waiting room." the woman hands me my I.D. and goes back to tapping away on the computer. 

     I walk my way to the waiting room, seeing how I don't have a car to exactly go anywhere. I pull out a book from my purse and start reading, seeing how I might as well pass the time some how. 

    The book was one of my favorites, I had read it at least five times. I could tell you what happens front to cover in full detail. The poor books was completely trashed, I needed a new copy. The top of the pages were torn from bending the page to hold my spot, and you couldn't red the summary on the back anymore because of the scratches and tears. 

    20 minutes later a boy, or I guess I should say man, walks into the waiting room. He walks over to the small counter where they have a coffee machine and donuts. He had dark hair, and dark skin. His hair was quiffed like Mrs. Henderson's grandson Zay-

   "Diana?"

    My thoughts were interrupted by a British accent. Yeah that's Zayn. I looked up to see him with a navy blue jumpsuit on and a grease stain on his forehead.

    "Oh, hey." I smile, putting my book into my bag. I stand up and tuck my hair behind my ear.

    "What are you doing here?" he asks.

    "Oh well, I kind of came to get my car fixed, I mean that's what this shop is for right?" I tease him.

     "Yeah, obviously, that was dumb of me to ask." he mumbles, red coating his cheeks.

    I giggle and look down at my feet, not knowing what to say. I was never one to carry on a good conversation. We stand there for what seems like hours until Zayn coughs awkwardly and speaks up.

    "So I went to see my grandma last night and you weren't there?"

     "Oh yeah, I don't work night shifts. Just during the day, 9 to 5." I laugh awkwardly. I sounded weird when I said that. 

   Great now he thinks your strange, nice going

     My brain goes wild, thinking the worst, as always.

   "Oh, well she talks about you a lot. You must be a great nurse." Zayn tells me. 

    "I'm not a nurse, just an aid. "

    Why would you say that

    "Oh well, you must be doing something right at least. Anyways I've got to get back to work.." he trails off.

    "Right, right. Didn't mean to keep you, sorry. Nice chatting with you." I mumble, making a fool of myself.

      "So uhm, maybe I can get your number?" he asks, looking up at me.

      Is he seriously asking for my number? This gorgeous godly person asking my number?

      "I mean-like if I need to call you, for my grandma. Like if she needs help or something." Zayn stutters.

     My heart drops. Right, like he would call me for a date or something. Why would he do that? 

     "Sure, let me right it down." I mutter. I grab a napkin and a pen left on the table and right my number down "Here you go, that's my house, and that's my cell." I point to both as I say it. He nods his head as a small thank you and gives a shy smile. I have to him and take a seat back in the same chair.

      I can't believe he asked for my number. I mean it's for his grandma or whatever, but it's nice to know. Like his godly person has my number, in his phone. Well not yet at least but he will have to put it in there at some point? Right?  My gosh, I even sound pathetic to myself.

    My thoughts run wild, rambling and making a jumble in my head.