this chapter will be kinda dramatic.. stuff will happen.. romance.. drama... bla de bla.. so yeah.. it might be cliche sometimes or something but yeah.. :)
The Summer of Intentions
Chapter 9
Ring, ring..
My eyes flickered open.
Ring, ring...
"Zoey pick up your phone!"
Ring, ring.
All I could see was the ceiling. I sat up from my couch and reality sank in. I was in the living room and the TV was on. I saw my phone on the coffee table. I groaned.
"Too. Far. Away.." I tried reaching for it like a toddler reaching for candy or something.
Wow am I lazy...
I took off the blanket and grabbed the ringing phone.
"Hello?" I mumbled.
"Zoey?" I was confused. Who was calling me at 10:30 PM.
"Um.. Nate?" It sounded like him but his voice was shaky. He coughed.
"Can you.. Sorry.." He took a deep breathe and started over. "Can you, uh.." He stopped talking.
"Nate.. You're kind've scaring me.." I smiled.
"Sorry.." I could tell he was lightening up. "Can you meet me at the lake?" He burst out. His voice got shakier. I was actually scared.
**
I sprinted to a black person shaped blob sitting in the sand. It was so dark and the only thing lighting up the lake was the light coming from the large cabin. I felt something sharp jab into my foot. It hurt every time I took a step in my sandals.
"Crap.." I whispered. Glass was known for being in the sand. Broken beer bottles were known for somehow getting in your foot. I pulled out the little piece and threw it somewhere.
"Nate?" I whispered. He was silent. I was glad I wasn't wearing my pajamas now. It was way to hot for flannel pants. Nate gave me enough time to throw on some jean shorts and a t-shirt.
"Are you okay?" I asked him. I placed my hand on his shoulder and he was shaking, and not because it was cold. I sat next to him and wrapped my hands around him.
Well this is awkward...
I pulled away from him and I heard him finally speak. "It's okay that I don't talk about it.." He looked up at me with his pale blue eyes. "Right?" He added. He looked like a little kid asking for reassurance.
I grabbed his hand. "Of course.."
I had learned from the many years of getting to know Nate that his parents pressured him a lot. He wasn't crying because of the pressure. Well he was. His parents would force him to do anything, no matter what he wanted to do. It was even frustrating to watch it happen.
I observed him while he just stared at the sand. His hair was all messy, which actually looked kinda hot. I gulped.
Where did that come from? Did I just call my best friend hot?
I coughed and quickly pushed the thought away.
**
After 30 minutes of silence, I was getting tired.
"You don't have to stay.." He whispered. His voice wasn't shaky anymore. Just tired.
I rested my head on his shoulder. "What if I want to?" I stared at the moon.
He seemed shocked.
"You know, I do care about you. I'm not just gonna ditch you at a lake at 11ish and just say 'hasta la vista'." I added. He gently pushed off my head and hugged me.
Where was all this coming from... And why was I going with it?
He pulled apart and rest his forehead against mine.
"I have a problem.." He slowly said.
"No.." I said, playing with his hands.
Why am I doing this?
"Yeah, I do.." He said, quietly.
"What.." I pulled apart and rest my back and head on the cushion-y sand.
"I think I'm in love with my best friend."
Woah...
\// ok so this actually wasn't that dramatic, plus it was really short but whatever. vote! i doubt this'll ever get into the watty awards but a girl can dream can't she? thanks bye