Somehow the freezing cold had crept back into my life again, and woke me up from the best sleep I’ve had in months. Although the cold was attacking my body, Zach was also keeping it warm. Apparently we couldn’t drive back to my apartment last night; let alone walk back to the car. So, here we are lying on the ground.
I picked excess dirt and grass that clung to my hair and internally groaned. It was going to take forever to get this out of my scalp. I slapped at my sleeves with hopes to tidy that up a bit too.
“Turn that frown upside down missy.” I didn’t have to turn my head to figure who the culprit of that sing song voice belonged to. Of course it was Zach.
“Wash my hair for me and then maybe.” I smirked and shrugged my shoulders. I slowly turned my head and looked him dead in the eye.
“Maybe I’ll have to take you up on the offer.” Zach smirked back and it made me smile lightly. Maybe it was the way the wrinkles from smiling too much had become more apparent around his eyes, or maybe it was the way his eyes lit up like the stars at midnight. Either way it made some part of me that was buried a long time ago happy.
I shuddered once more, and realized that the warm feeling that Zach gave me wasn’t going to warm my whole body. It was still cold, and there was still nothing I could do about it.
“We should get going.” Zach yawned half way through his sentence, and I just nodded quickly.
“Someone’s a little anxious to get away from me, huh?” He laughed, and I returned the favor.
“You made me sleep on the ground! I’m freezing if you didn’t get the hint by my pink nose, and blue fingers.” I laughed again filling the silence between us.
“I didn’t force you to anything. When I asked if you wanted to watch the sunset on the ground you happily obliged.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think we were going to sleep there all night long. I would’ve been at least a little protestant.”
“You would never disagree to your best friend!” He pretended to act hurt at my words. He put his hand over his chest and his opened his mouth slightly to add a dramatic flair.
“Oh, but I would.” I joked back. Yet behind his words there was a hint of curiosity. We never really did proclaim what we were, but now it was established. I liked it. I like knowing where I stand, and I’m glad that I wasn’t the one who had put it out there. It would have been horrendously awkward if Zach didn’t consider me as his best friend, or even my friend. By now that was out of the question anyways.
Somehow we found our way back to his now familiar car, and hopped inside. The keys in his hand clashed together, making noise bounce around in the silent car. Finally for once, the silence wasn’t so eerie. It’s like Zach was some sort of cure to the things I hated, but so desperately needed.
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Bittersweet
ספרות נוערAvyn is just a lonely 17 year old girl who is battling alcoholism and depression. Her boyfriend had died in a car accident a year ago, and Avyn is still dealing with it in all the wrong ways. Yet, on top of that tragic event her parents had died 6 m...
