We walk and get the stuff to make a home made pizza. We go to the checkout and pay, then leave. I reach into my pocket grabbing the keys and unlock the car. Z helps me put everything in the backseat. I get in the drivers seat, as z gets in the passenger seat, holding one of the bags. I start the car, and begin to drive off. "What are these?" Z asks, looking at the books I bought. "Oh, just a few books I found intriguing." I reply. He give me a 'one eyebrow up' look. "Serial killers?" He says. "Oh, yeah, I find Ted and Jeff and people like them interesting. I love anything crime-wise." I say. "Now Ted was better then Jeff. Jeff was mediocre." Z says, rolling his eyes.
About over half way, z seemed to tense up. "Hey pull over." He says. "What? Why-" I start. "Just pull over." He cuts me off. I pull over the car. He opened the door and gets out. "Go home. I'll be there in a bit." He says, putting his hood on, and stepping back a few steps. He stands in the same spot until he sees me drive off. It was starting to irritate me. At the same time, I was hoping he was going to be okay, but I just knew it had something to do with killing. As soon as I got back home, I quickly grab the bags and run to the door unlocking it. I go in, locking it back behind me. Now that I was inside, I felt pressure lift off my shoulders. There was still a feeling that made me scared, or nervous even. I lay the bags on the counter, then lean against it as my mind started to wonder. What could possibly be happening right now? Seconds later my phone rings. "Shit!" I jump. Grabbing the phone, I answer it. "Hello?" I say. "Hey, look out your window." She says. I look over to see hailey standing at her window, looking at me. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" She asks. "Oh no, no, everything is fine." I say, trying to show a grin. "Oh." She says. I then hear something down the hall. "Hey, I'll call you later, okay?" I say. "Oh ok." She replies. I hang up the phone. Once I look back towards her window, I can see that she was walking away. I run up to mine and close the curtains. Another noise came from the hallway, so I walk slowly over to it. Z comes around the corner with a hand in his stomach, and a small limp. "Oh shit! Z!" O say aloud. I run over to him, wrapping his arm around me and help him to the couch. "Hold on I'll be right back." I tell him, as I run up the stairs to get medical suppliesZ once I get them, I go back to z. "Lift up your shirt." I command. "Woah, woah. N-no need t-to move so f-fast." He jokes, sounding woozy. "No joking right now z. This is serious." I complain. He lifts up his shirt, giving me an eye roll. I get queasy, as it looks way worse than I thought it would be. I wipe the blood from around the cut with a cloth, then I spray it with disinfectant peroxide,. I didn't notice he had his hand on my leg until he started to squeeze it because of the pain. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. It'll only last a short time." I comfort him. I finally put the bandage over it. He suddenly seemed relieved of the pain. I get up and start for the stairs. "Where are you going?"he asks. "I'm getting you medicine dipshit." I reply, walking up and into the bathroom. I open the cabinet and get the medicine then go back downstairs. I get him a glass of water and give him the pill. "Soooo wanna explain to me what happened?" I ask. He goes quiet for a minute. "I had something to do, and the guy stabbed me. I killed him though so it's fine." He says. "You need to be more careful." I reply. He rolls his eyes "yeah yeah, whatever."
We sit in silence for a bit. It started to get awkward so I walked to the kitchen and started unloading what was in the bags. Z walks into the kitchen a second later and begins to help me. I get the stuff for the pizza and air it on the counter. "You're helping me asshat." I say. "Seriouslyyy." He replies. "Yes. Now come on." I reply. I pick up the container with the dough and hand it to him. He begins to roll it and shape it. Then I remove the lid to the sauce and open the bag of cheese. Z puts flour into the dough to make it tougher. Next thing I know I feel something hit the back of my shirt. I turn around seeing z standing there with a big grin and flour in his hand. "Oh no you do didn't." I say, a grin forms on my face. I grab a handful of flour and throw it at him. He throws some back at me and it gets in my face. "Okay okay you win." I say, putting my hands up. "Aha, I always win." He says winking. I roll my eyes. He puts his barely long enough hair into a mini, low pony tail. He then starts to fix the dough again. As soon as he's done we put the sauce, then cheese, then pepperoni on top. Z grabs the pan and puts it in the oven. I look out the window seeing Hayley looking back, with a sad expressing. I quickly look back to z before hailey could see me looking. Her sadness ran through me. I didn't know why she was sad but I felt it. It's like she wanted to talk to me but she couldn't. I help z clean up. I want to talk to you about something" z says, sitting at one of the chairs at the counter.