For days, Zach and I would meet at the park. Though it was 75% silence and 25% talking, it was my favorite part of the day. The only problem is that, in order to see him, I had to sneak out of my house. My parents wanted me to cook more often, so I had to be quick and rush out. Eventually, I would get caught, but I get in enough trouble because of my idiotic brother, who, coincidentally, has a similar name as my newly developed acquaintance, Zack. He annoyed the hell out of me.
Before my parents could catch me, I zoomed out of the kitchen and out the backdoor, my pencil and notebook in hand.
I arrived at the park and sat on the same green painted bench. You could tell that it was old; the paint was chipping off and you could see the wood in some areas, some of it sticking up so you could get a splinter. I sat on the far end and in the midst of a minute, he arrived as well.
Today, he wasn't the boy with sad blue eyes. No, today, he was the boy with delightful, intriguing, striking blue eyes. So delightful, I was lost.
I was in love with the one and only, Zachary Graser.
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Lost & Found ➳ Graser10
أدب الهواةHe stared at me as if I were lost to him and was finally found. - [ C O M P L E T E D ]
