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We slipped all the way to the parking lot and he opened the door for me to his car.I plopped into the passenger's seat happily because I didn't have to drive.He slammed the door after himself and started the engine.
"Do you still have that painting?"he asked turning his head toward mine
"Yeah it's at my house"I replied raising my eyebrows
"Good,my gallery is opening tonight,and your coming"he chuckled and placed his warm hand over mine sending fireworks all through my body
Chapter 16:Beach Night
The headlights flashed against the garage door.My throat was dry and my palms were sweaty.Zane unlocked the door and flashed a quick smile.I hopped out and the cold air stung my skin sending goosebumps across.I quickly rushed inside my house and hunted for the painting.I clicked open the closet in which I stuffed it into.I retrieved it and I glanced over into the living room.
My dad was stretched out on the couch still.The remote blandly resting in his limp hands and his chest heaving up and down. He hadn't slept in his room since my mom's been gone.
"Dad"I called out hesitantly
His body jolted up and he realigned himself upwards.He hadn't heard me enter the house.
"Good Lord,Zoey I didn't hear you come in"he sighed resting the remote on the couch
"Are you alright?" I frowned my face and cautiously stepped forward out of the shadow
He shuffled his blanket and shoved something underneath it
"What have you got there?"he pointed to the painting in my hands
"A painting.."I plopped down next to him sinking into the big couch
His curly hair was flat and smashed against the back of his head.I reached under his blanket and uncovered what he had been looking at.
"I miss my Jewel.."he sighed and wiped tears with his shirt "I miss her voice.Her accent.Everything"
It was his wedding scrapbook .I ran my finger across the pages and bit my tongue.I flicked the page and smiled at the photo.My dad was smashing white fluffy cake into my mom's face.They looked so young and carefree.
"Me too..."I finally sighed trying not to cry
"How was prom?"he asked planting on a fake smile
"Great"I tucked my hair behind my ears and turned to the next picture
"Why don't you invite him inside?"he spoke finally noticing the headlights outside
"Alright"I gently closed the album
"Can he stay late,Dad?"I tested nervously
"Sure,just don't let me see him in the morning with no clothes on"he grinned
"It's not gonna happen"I smiled and opened the door while plopping the painting down
I ran and got Zane.He rolled down his window.
"Something wrong?"he asked confused
"Can we just stay here?"I asked with a bit of guilt creeping up inside of me
"Sure,I can just finish up the....gallery..later"he smiled agreeably
"I'm sorry"I bit my lip as he shut off the car
"It's fine,Zoe don't worry about it"he grinned and shut the door
"Thanks"I chimed
"Shall we?"Zane bowed goofy and took my hand
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The Boy Next Door
Teen FictionSixteen year old Zoey's life was perfect and peaceful. That is until bad news popped up in the neighborhood. He also happens to live right next door to her. Turns out Zane, the new boy, is hot as hell and also her age. He sends Zoey Jewel's heart ra...
