“Zach?” It was barely a whisper, part of me didn’t want to ruin this moment. It was almost perfect. Just laying on the back-seat bench of his mom’s mini van, riding home from a perfect day at the waterfalls. Except he was turned away. All I wanted was for him to roll over, to face me and let me look into those blue eyes.
They are like the sky on a slightly overcast day, just before a storm rolls in. The softest blue/grey. So different from my own amber brown eyes. Everything about him was different from me. From his pale transparent skin to his almost white hair. Beauty in all it’s definition, and he was mine.
At least my best friend. The fact that my heart skipped a beat every time he smiled at me was besides the point.
Groggily he turned. “Yeah.” How he always heard me, I will never know.
“Oh nothing really. I was just wondering why you didn’t want to come over tonight?” I knew why, but I had to come up with something to say.
“I told you, Ari. I’m hanging out with the guys tonight.”