"Wyd?"
"Sitting in my room, why?"

"Hey!" I wave to Clyde on my phone screen.
"Hey!" Clyde waves back.
"How's Rider doing?" I ask.
Clyde shrugs, "he's still Rider."
I nod, "that's good. Any idea about Amelia?"
"Nope," Clyde shakes his head.
I open my mouth to speak but I hear a thud to my right.
"Hang on, I think something just hit my window," I raise an eyebrow and leave my phone propped up against my books.
"Oh?" I hear Clyde ask.
I slowly approach the window behind my bed, putting my right knee onto my bed in order to lean to the center of the window to lean out.
What the hell!? I scramble to push the window up as fast as I can.
"Zack!?" I call.
"I can't wait anymore. I can't stop thinking about you. Lana, will you go on a date with me?" His hopeful eyes look up at me.
I glance behind me, trying to figure out the fastest way to get down there, "hold on!" I call.
I dart out of my room and down the stairs, getting a confused look from aunt Marie as I run through the laundry room and out the back door.
"Yes!" I throw my arms over Zacks shoulder.
He let's out a huge breath as he squeezes me tighter.
I pull away for a moment and grab onto his face, pulling his lips towards mine, "kiss me, damn it."

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I twist and turn in front of the mirror hung on the back of my door, checking every aspect of my outfit. I smooth down the black and white plaid part of my dress sticking out from under the black cropped hoodie, thankful for the fleace lined tights since the dress only goes to a few inches above my knees.
Once I'm sure the outfit is right I lean my face close to the mirror, examining every inch of it. God, this is embarrassing. I check that my eyeliner is as matching as possible and that my mascara looks right. I bite my lip for a moment as I unscrew the cap to the bottle of shiny clear lip gloss. I hope this doesn't taste weird- is it going to feel weird if we kiss-? I shake away the panic as I finish applying the lip gloss and step away from the mirror.
Just as I'm stepped back, I hear a faint knocking sound from downstairs. He's here-
I shuffle down the stairs as quickly and carefully as possible, not wanting to sprain my ankle or anything trying to race down the stairs in my block heeled boots.
As soon as I'm in the hallway Aunt Marie looks me up and down before placing her hand on the door knob.
"Your mother would be sobbing right now," she smiles.
I give a nervous smile and stare at her hand as she starts to twist the knob.
Aunt Marie opens the door a Crack to verify who was standing there. After a moment she opens the door wide to reveal Zack on the doorstep with a bundle of beautiful Red and Pink flowers, very few of which were actually roses.
"You got me flowers-?" I break off, smiling before I remember I can't stand the smell of flowers.
"Yeah! They're fake flowers because I know you hate smelly flowers and knowing you, you'll want to keep them forever so this way they won't just be wilted in a vase in your room!" Zack extends his arm towards me.
"Thank you," my smile returns to its full size and I can feel my cheeks grow warm as I step out the door and take the flowers.
We're silent as he begins leading me to the passenger door of his car; a grey BMW. I barely know where my feet are going and my head is almost spinning. Is this really happening?
"Be safe you two!" Aunt Marie calls from the door.
"We will!" Zack calls back.
I wave to Aunt Marie before she retreats back into the house.
Zack opens the passenger door and motions for me to get in, closing the door carefully once I'm seated.
"Where are we going?" I ask once Zack is fully in the car.
"You'll see," he shoots me a mischievous grin as he turns the car on and puts it into gear.

What are we supposed to talk about? I fidget with my nails, glancing at Zack every few seconds.
It'd only been a few minutes since leaving my house and the awkward silence had already hit. The quiet pop music in the background was the only bearable part of this car ride so far- that and the fact that every time I looked at Zack I was reminded of how much I'd wanted him all this time and now I had him right next to me.
"Did you like living in California?" Zack asks.
I look at him and see his arms rigid and his hands clutching the steering wheel.
"Sometimes, yeah," I shrug, trying not to sigh or anything that may bring the mood down even more, "but I'm glad I'm back," I smile at him and he smiles back at me.
I see his breathing steady slightly, less of the rigid, nervous breathing before.
"Do you miss it there?" He asks, his eyes not moving from the road except to glance at the rear view mirror.
"I miss my family and the friends I made there," I nod.
"I'm glad you made friends," Zack says.
I nod again, "But I thought of you guys all the time. One time," I pause, a smile starting to grow as I remember the day, "I was on a phone call with Ash and Clyde hopped the fence into my yard and the three of us hung out for a while."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm! And Rider and Tristan always cracked jokes, just like Jake."
Zack laughs, "Nobody is quite like Jake."
I laugh, "definitely not."
"Remember the time we were all at the park and Ash was on that spinny umbrella thing and Jake started pushing it as fast as he could?"
"And she eventually let go and they were both dizzy and stumbling around," I give a small laugh before I roll my eyes, "she had such a bad headache after that."
"And you checked in on her and made sure she was ok the whole rest of the time," Zack smiles, "you even offered to walk to the coffee stand to get her some water."
"The water fountain was broken-" I break off.
"I know," Zack glances at me, "I hope we can all hang out like that more."
"Me too," I nod.
We talk for the rest of the car ride; discussing possible hang outs and what we'd done before and then we got sidetracked talking about movies we'd watched together and then movies we both like.
"Smile!" I say, raising my phone up to take a selfie.
I can see Zacks eyes glance between my phone and the red light in front of us, but he does his best to smile long enough for the picture.
"Gonna send that to Ash," I say, opening my messages app.
"Send it to me too," Zack requests.
"Ok!" My heart flutters, he wants pictures of us!

"Are we finally here?" I ask as Zack pulls off of the road to park against the sidewalk.
"We're finally here," he chuckles.
He puts the car in park and turns it off then quickly rushes over to open my door for me.
I glance at the sign above us as I stand up, "Mexican food?" I raise my eyebrow.
Zack shakes his head, "Its just down the street."
We walk next to each other and I'm careful not to bump into him, though Me being me I occasionally step too close.
"Here it is," Zack stops in front of a large window decorated with brown and orange writing and small paw prints.
"Is this-!?" I gasp, looking through the window at the several pillows scattered on benches and shelves throughout the place.
"Are you ready?"
I nod rapidly and he gives a small laugh.
"Now we have to order our drinks first," He insists.
"Aw come on!" I tug on the elbow of his white button up.
"Don't run off," Zack says, pretending to be stern.
Zack rests his hand on my upper arm as he guides me to the counter. As we walk I look around us at the few other people holding small bundles on their laps or the people typing on laptops or chattering over steaming cups, completely ignoring the amazing things around them.
"Welcome to 'Purrfect Place Cat Café'!" The girl at the counter announces.
"What would you like?" Zack turns to me.
I'm still looking around but his question briefly gets my attention and I see him place two slips of paper on the counter which the barista quickly stamps, leaving a paw shape on them.
"I'm going to guess something filled with Carmel?" He follows my eyes to the cat tree to our right.
"Yes please!" I nod, finally looking directly at the girl behind the counter.
"One iced Carmel Machiatto for her, extra carmel," Zack laughs, "and a," he hesitates, scanning the menu, "German Chocolate mocha for me," he shrugs.
"Is that all?" The barista asks.
"Yeah, for now," Zack nods.
"Feel free to pick a table and I'll bring your drinks to you," The barista says.
"Don't we have to pay-?" I asked, suddenly focused on the conversation.
"Buying your tickets payed for your drinks," The barista smiles.
"Oh, cool," I nod.
"How about that one?" Zack motions to the table closest to the cat tree and I nod excitedly.
He leads me to it and I set my small black purse onto it.
I glance between him and the cat tree excitedly as we stand there.
"Go ahead," he laughs.
I take a couple long steps to the cat tree, instantly reaching to scratch under the chins of each cat present.
As I pull my hand back towards me I suddenly remember something Zacks allergic to cats- he must've taken a million allergy pills before this-
I shake the thought away and reach to pet the next cat.
I swear I can feel Zack staring at me and I turn to look at him, standing back up straight with my smile beaming. His eyes meet mine and suddenly his hand reaches out and grabs my face, pulling it to his where he kisses me deeply, lips locked on mine for longer than ever before.
Zack rubs the back of his neck once hes pulled away, "Sorry, I couldn't help it."
"Thats ok," I lean forward and kiss him, "neither could I," I smile, biting my lip for a second as I try not letting my smile get too much bigger, my cheeks already hurt from smiling so much.