A New Start, My Derrière (Slowly Editing)

A New Start, My Derrière (43)

Chapter Forty Three

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~ Zach's Pov ~

“Come on now little princess, what do you want to do?” I asked the little bundle of cuteness in my arms

“Open presents!” She cried out

“It’s not your birthday yet sweetie...” I hated to rain on her parade.

“Pwease?” She begged, tears on the brim of coming out

“Just one, but don’t tell mom okay?” Her face automatically brightened and the tears stayed still.

“Yay! Wuv you Zachy” She cried out hugging me around the neck.

“I love you too sweet pea, come on then.” I said carrying her up the stairs

I led her to my room and gave her one of the birthday presents she wanted. I handed it to her and she ripped the wrapping paper with all her might. Her face lit up as she saw it was a giant panda.

“Oh em geeeee!” She cooed and she hugged me like no tomorrow.

“You like it?” I asked as she sat on my lap

“Wuv it!”

“Good” I said kissing the top of her little blonde head

~ Vanessa’s POV ~

The door bell rings not long after Zach left, I seem to be getting more and more visitors then ever. I skipped and opened the door, there stood a very handsome young man, whom of which I’ve seen many times. “Hey Tyler” I say smiling

“So you remember my name today huh?” He laughs

“Of course, come in” I say using a hand gesture. I’ve always wondered why people did that, but I never get a straight answer when I asked...

“Thanks, how’ve you been?” He asks

“Good, I’ve been good you?”

“I’ve been okay” He smirks

“So how was your day at school?” I ask

“Same old, same old...” He groans

“I’m coming back to school tomorrow, is there anything I should know?”

“Wait you’re coming back to school? Since when...”

“Today...”

“Oh okay... we handed in our art projects last month so I’m expecting you have to hand it in sooner or later...” He says as if he was talking to himself.

“We?”

“Zachary and I, I mean yeah I couldn’t compete with his canvases - you should see them. I’ve never looked so good; he’s got the perfect view of you, it’s like he’s taking a picture and stuck it on it’s that amazing...” He rambled on and on...

“What canvases?” I asked

“Oh right... amnesia, are you sure you can come back to school?”

“Yeah, but what canvas...”

“Our art project was how we view each other and how we see ourselves blah di blah...”

“Oh...”

“Anyhow I just wanted to check up on you. So I better go and leave you to it...” He says heaving off the couch

“Wait a second...” I said