"Nice to meet you too Zoë," he said. I turned back to the books again and I heard murmurs coming from Carlos and John. After a few minutes I turned back around and John was gone, Carlos was just standing there looking at me. I half smiled, I turned to look at my watch and at the same time I did Rose spoke up.
"Zoë I have to go already" I smiled at her, I was going to see her again next weekend why get sad? But what about Carlos? I smiled her and said.
"Oh okay, are we still on for next week?" I kept my vision on Carlos, he was looking at me too, and I wonder what he was thinking.
"Oh no I can't, I was going to tell you. I have a party next week and I'm going to go to Florida." She said. "I really don't want to go, but you know my mom." I laughed I did know her mom, she get mad at her because we see each other every weekend.
"Yeah okay," I just said lamely. I guess my week was ruined. I would have to go visit Logan to at least do something fun. She turned to hug me, and pecked me in the cheek. Then as she did she whispered in my ear.
"When I come back you better tell me everything that happened with you and Carlos" She looked at Carlos and said "bye" and then she turned back to me and said "text me". I smiled at her and she walked away. I could already hear her when she came back; she was going to nag me with questions till she figures out that nothing happens. Well unless something does.
"So, who are you leaving with?" I asked Carlos. He looked back at me like he was in deep thought.
"Hum, could you give me a ride home? My car still isn't fixed and I had come with John and some other friends." He told me, and actually looked hopeful about it. But, hey more time with him.
"Yeah sure, why not, I'm not busy," I said maybe a little too excited. He smiled at me. He turned around and got a book from the shelf. He handed it to me. "Why are you giving this to me?"
"You should read it it's a really good book," I looked down and it had some stars printed on the cover. I read the back and I recognized the writer. I laughed it was George; I knew he wanted to become a writer but I never knew he was going to actually go for it. I missed the guy, we hated each other ever since we found out we had the same birthday. Then finally we became best friends. Since then we were inseparable but then high school came and we separated and I hadn't seen him since then.
"How do you know about this book?" I asked him. I looked at the back and saw it was the same story he was telling me about a long time ago. He wrote this when we were still best friends.
"I heard that he published a book, and I read it, I have a feeling you are one of the characters in the book" He said. I noticed he was looking down at his feet again.
"Well I'm going to buy it" I said as I walked toward the register, I noticed him walking in behind me. I paid the book, and walked out. He looked at me and smiled. He was smiling at me a lot, but I missed him. "Do you want to leave already?" I asked. I didn't want to go; I wanted to spend as much time that I lost without him. His smiled faded, and I bit my lip. "We can stay longer if you want?" I was looking at me with those piercing brown orbs. I remember I could stand like this for hours staring at his eyes and I would never get bored.
"How about we just leave already it's late, wouldn't your parents be worried?" He asked me. Yup, he remembered my parents they were always so strict.
"Actually nobody is at home, my parents are out of town working and my little brother is at a friend's house." I said. He seemed to smirk; I remember that's smirk that means he is on to something. But I didn't pay attention as long it didn't involve me.
We walked toward my black mustang in silence; he seemed to follow me, mostly because I know were my car is. It felt kind of nice, just not talking, not awkward or anything just there. We got to my car and he said.
"You have a mustang?" He smiled at me. I'm surprised what kind of car does he think I would have?
"Yeah I got it a few weeks ago," I said. We got in the car still not saying anything. I turned on the car, and I turned to him. "Where do you live?" I asked. He told me the directions, and realized he was telling me a place around where I used to live before, by my old middle school. "You still live there?" I asked him.
"Yup I do," he said. I put the car in reverse and got out of the parking lot. We talked about a lot of stuff, George's book. How Logan was doing. That he got out of band, that one freaked me out a bit. We talked about some other stuff from the past, but never about "us".
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