You Think You've Got It, Don'tcha?

After I had gotten done talking to Matthew, I asked to put Brian back on the line. I could still hear music and I waited patiently before I heard the same "Hello." he always gives me.

"Hey, I'm gonna go so I can pack my things. Okay?"

"Okay."

"You're making us sound like Hazel Grace and Augustus.." I chuckled. "Okay is my thing." We always told each other okay when we couldn't think of anything to say. I guess it was his thing too.

"Okay." He repeated. "Talk to you later. Okay?"

"Okay." I agreed, and I pressed end. I got up slowly, walking to the doorway and shouted, "Mom!"

I heard a faint, "Yes, dear?" but not from mom. It was dad.

"Where's the boxes?"

"In the garage." I nodded, and walked downstairs, took the garage keys off the hook by the door, and walked outside. It was winter here, maybe about 5 below 0. Normal Nebraska weather, I guess, I thought as I shivered, walking to the garage. I unlocked the door and pulled it up, walking inside to grab a few boxes from the corner. As I walked to the corner, I seen a box of old pictures, and decided to grab them instead. I looked around and lifted up the box, putting an end on my hip and walked out, closing the garage door, and locked it back up.

A few minutes later I was inside, and I walked upstairs without being acknowledged by my parents. They were too busy watching the news, or something. I put the box on the bed and sat next to it, grabbing the first picture that was on top and grinned. One of my parents' wedding pictures. They looked so happy. Mom was wearing a regular white dress, and dad just wore a button-down and a tie. It was so simple. I wanted something like that.

I sat the picture on my bed by the box and looked over, rummaging through the old frames until I seen one that my mom had taken of Matthew and I on one of our vacations to California, where I met him. We met on a cruise ship when my parents wanted to get away from the cold weather a few years ago. I was only 15, but to Matthew, I guess age didn't matter as long as friends were friends.

I heard from one of his friends, I don't remember who, that he had eventually started liking me, but I was too young for a relationship. That rule wasn't determined by my parents. It was determined by me, and he was okay with that. I thought long and hard about Matthew for the next few minutes, wondering if he was still into me. Don't get me wrong, I had some feelings for Matthew that blew everything else through the roof, and to some extent, I still do. But I doubted it, since that phone call was the first time I had talked to him since last year, when we went on another vacation. He was all tattoos and talk, and no bite at the time. I think that some things have changed. The picture was of me on Matthew's back because he was giving me a piggy back ride to the dock after the cruise had ended because my feet had hurt terribly from him dragging me around and taking me to different parts of the ship. I looked down at my feet and grinned. In the picture you really couldn't see our faces, because it was from the side view, and not the front; but you could tell that Matthew was exhausted too.

I put that one down and looked through more of them. Most of them were pictures of me, Matthew, and Brian. Only a few were of me and my family. I thought about taking them out of the frames and taping them on my wall but that would make no sense, since I'm moving out in a day or two depending on how fast I can get my room and clothes packed. I I ran my hand through my hair lousily and groaned. This should be fun. I nodded to myself and got up again, walking to the doorway and shouted. "Can someone get me a few boxes? I got sidetracked on my way to the garage." There was no response. I walked downstairs and I walked to the kitchen and looked around. They must have went out somewhere, I suppose. I grabbed a mug and got what was left of the coffee, looking up at the clock above the kitchen doorway. It was only about 11 am.

*Zack's POV*

"Come on, Brian!" I whined. "Tell me more about Ryden. Do you have pictures of her? Or anything?" I asked, punching Brian in the arm. He pulled back and rubbed his arm in defense.

"Yeah, I do but because you fucking punched me you're not gonna see shit!" Brian exclaimed in pain. He rolled up his sleeve to reveal a small bruise forming on his arm and sighed. I pouted, pushing up my glasses. They were thin-rimmed and black. Pretty much one of the only colors I wore a majority of the time.

"Briiiiaaaannnnn, buddy." I nudged him a couple of times. "If you don't, I could always get her number from Matt."

"She doesn't know who you are, and you don't know who she is, Zack. Calm the fuck down, man. You can wait a week to see her."

He was right, and I was defeated. I knew nothing about this girl and I was in love with her already. From what Brian's told me she's just perfect. I could imagine her platinum hair, just like Brian described, and those pretty blue eyes. She just sounds too good to be true. "Alright, man. You're right. But if I don't see her in a week I'm beating your ass. Understand? I'm really stoked to see this chick."

"Alright, alright. Calm down. Again. You'll see her if she gets everything packed and she's here."

"Okay. Good. Keep an eye out, Haner. Now we're in Germany. What the heck are we going to do next? Just sit here?"

"Nah, man. Let's get Matt and head to the Cologne Cathedral I heard about. It sounds pretty cool."

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