See Me

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By 2, my legs started to grow restless, so I started pacing the living room.

By 4, I had actually fallen into the trap that was reality TV. I watched as two blonde girls screamed at each other, they were both wrong as they spewed their vicious words, but it was entertaining.

By 5, I had lost hope. The day was almost over. I let the knowledge that Zane hadn't come seep into my mind. I knew Zane. Well, I thought I did. He would have called, if there was reason he couldn't come.

No. He didn't come because he didn't want to.

I groaned as I heard my phone ring, Zane's name popping up on the screen. This was him calling to break the news.

"Hi." I answered. I could hear the disappointment in my own voice.

"I'm outside."

I almost dropped my phone as I swung my legs off the couch, running over to the door. I opened it quickly, almost expecting there to be no car in my driveway. There was though. Zane's black car was there.

I felt a sudden attack of nervousness shoot through my system. I knew I had missed Zane, but seeing him here, so close, I guess I hadn't realized just how much I had missed him.

I tried to walk to the car as calmly as possible. I'm not sure it worked. I could see the shake in my arms as I pulled the door open.

There he sat, looking over at me with the same eyes that I've seen in my dreams lately. His hair was longer, the ends wrapping in small curls. I let my eyes run down his jaw line, and then over his lips. He looked the same, but he looked different. He didn't look as happy as I had pictured him. He looked tired. Zane's brown eyes were peering back at me, seemingly doing the same thing I was doing to him. He was running them over every one of my features. I wondered what he thought of them.

"Hey." I smiled at him, and I was disappointed that I didn't get one back. Zane's smiles were my favourite. I had never seen anyone with a smile as beautiful as Zane's.

"Hi." He muttered, ripping his eyes away from me and focusing on the steering wheel instead.

I lowered my body into the car. I was still looking at him. I ran my eyes down his body. The way his hoodie tightened around his arm muscles, the way it had risen just slightly at his waist, the defined muscles of his stomach peeking through the gap.

"So." He said, causing my eyes to flick back up to his face. "You're the one who wanted to do this. Is there something you had in mind?"

It was Zane's polite way of saying what the hell do you want?

Zane looked a little confused when I told him where I wanted him to drive to. I had expected that. I had even expected a little questioning, but he didn't give that to me. He simply put the car in drive, without another word. And he stayed like that for the entire drive. He didn't say a single thing.

I didn't either, though I wanted to. I wanted to ask him a million things. I wanted to know everything that had happened with him since the last time I had seen him.

But I didn't. I sat in the noticeable silence, listening to the sound of the car engine. I listened to the car engine because for the first time in all the many times I've been in Zane's car, he didn't play any music.

Eventually, he pulled the car over, on the same deserted side street that I remembered so vividly. He didn't look at me as he exited the car. I thought he was going to walk down the path without me, leaving me behind without a second thought. He didn't, though. Once he reached the opening in the large trees, he stopped, glancing back towards me.