Summer House Arrest

Chp. 2

     The next day, I slept until ten-thirty. I don't know why, or even how. I''m pretty sure I need a new alarm clock. Suddenly, I heard a thump comeing from the east side. The side with a window. I grabbed a horse figurein and crept over to the window. A girl with brown hair with blonde sun highlights looked up at me sheepishly. Zoe. I dropped the figurein instantly. "Sorry" Zoe said. "I guess I'm not as nimble as I thought I was." I looked at her and smiled. Kneeling down, I said "Hey, Zoe. What's up?"

     She gave me a wide grin. "Thank goodness! I thought you and Eva were SUPER mad at me, and I can understand why you'd be. So I came to apologize for not telling you." she blurted. I laughed, helping her up. "Thanks." She dusted her shorts off. Then, grabbing my hand, she jumped out of the window. I didn't go with her. "Zoe!" I screamed "This is the second floor!" I shouldn't have worried about it. She landed on her hands and knees. Brushing herself off, she called for me to come down. I grabbed unto my makeshift escape. I climbed all the way down, where Zoe was waiting for me. In Dylans pick up truck.

     I looked at it in awe. I then felt a pang of jelousy. How did SHE get ahold of Dylans car? He loved that thing! He didn't give it up easily. Zoe let out a laugh, her head hanging out of the window. "Chill." she said. "Dylan let me borrow the pick up so I could get you." She gave me a kind smile. "I know, Lauren." We sat in silence the rest of the way.

     We stopped in front of "Hershels", an ice cream store. Getting out, Zoe turned off the motor and flipped the keys toward me. "Here," she said. "You drive next."  We walked inside, getting our money out and ready. I got a chocolate cone, where as Zoe got a twist. "It feels weird without vanilla." I commented. Zoe let out a soft laugh. We walked down a winding, dirty path near Hereshels. It was a bright, sunny day, so a lot of people were out. It was an awkward atmoshphere, our thoughts practicly brewing over in our brains. I finally broke the silence. "So, what's the weather like down there?" I joked. Zoe wacked my head. I just burst out laughing. 

     Zoe wasn't much shorter then me, but I still liked to tease her. It's not that I was short. If I was, I don't know what I would do. I don't know how I would attract... HIM. I really wanted to get together, but it was impossible. As far as HE was concerned, I was just another guy, girl, dog, whatever. He didn't really care WHAT I was, as long as he was existing. Whatever, that was his motto. Pretty much, anyway.  I sighed and stretched my arms. Zoe looked at the playground. I could tell she was itching to go. Not only did she loved kids, she also loved the swings. And the monkey bars. If peoplecould fly, I think Zoe would soar on and on, andonly come down to visit us or take a quick break. Possibly both. 

     I was also that kind of person. At least, that's what Zoe tells me. I think that I'm really the kind that would confuse it's self and fall over the edge of a tree. That's just hat I think. "Do you... do you two hang out a lot?" I finally asked. 

     Zoe hesitated for a moment. "Yeah" she finally said. I studied her, while she licked her ice-cream. She suddenly seemed very interested in it. Like, if she didn't finish it, she was going to loose all hope. I didn't like that look. I didn't like the feeling it presented, either. We stopped to rest our feet and legs on a nearby bench. Zoe pitched her napkins, usong only one. I did, too.

     "So," I said, breaking the uncomftorble silence. I thought it would make things better, but it only made them worse. I cringed as the words left my mouth.

     "So," Zoe repeated, sounding distant and fragile. Hey, I was fragile too. Our freindship was as delicate as glass. One screw up handeling it, and you cold end up breaking it. This fact didn't worry me. After all, glass can be fixed with glue. Pieced back together, no matter how broken. Well, maybe not always. Usualy, though. 

     "Why?" I asked, my voice crackng a little.

     "Lauren..." she started.

     "No! I don't want to hear it! You know, and still... you know!" I screamed. I knew I was being dramatic, but I didn't care. I needed to know why. I hurt all over, and if that isn't enough of a reason, then I don't know what was.

     "Lauren, I know how you must feel..."

     "Obviously not! If your running around behind my back..."

     She looked at me in a funny way. "You think we're dateing?"

     "What ELSE would you be doing?!"

     "Talking about life. Who we like, what we want in our future, what collage we want to get into..."

      "So your DATEING?!"

     "No. Even if we were, it would be a rip off on my part. All he talks about is you. Why do you think he let me drive his pick up?"

     "He never let's ME drive his pick up..."

     "Maybe that's because I love those cars, and you don't. Plus, your always in trouble with your dad..."

     "Whatever! I don't understand why your lying to me..."

     Zoe stood up and brushed the crumbs off of her hands. "You know, Lauren, you could learn a lot about freindship and trust from Dylan." And with that she left, running towards her house. The direction, anyway.

     I just stood there,mouth a gap, stareing ouut to were she was at. Then to were she was just a minute ago.

     Who cut HER with their peice of broken glass?