Chapter one : Hello Fascination.
"But mom, why can't you go get them!?" I asked, frustrated, as she began to push me out the door.
"I don't want to hear it Cassandra, you have nothing better to do anyways. Get your butt moving or you'll be late." She said, sternly.
"Aaron is leaving today, I wanted to say goodbye to him?" I argued.
"He'll be back in no more than a week, now go!" She said, definite.
I sighed, giving in and walking to my car. "You owe me."
"I gave you life. I owe you nothing." She smiled and shut the door.
In case you were wondering, my Mom is making me pick up my brother, Eric, and his best friend, Zach, from the airport that's an hour away. My brother and I were close, regardless of the three year age difference; we talked on the phone twice a week for at least 2 hours at time, sharing stories of high school and Collage, girlfriends, boyfriends, best friends. I hadn't seen in two years, so I was more than excited to see him. I wasn't excited, however, about driving an hour by myself to get him. Then there was Zach. I hadn't seen him since I was 12, so a good five years. He and my brother had been friends since they were in diapers, their birthdays were a mere week apart and they have always been inseparable, despite the fact that Zach moved away when they were fifteen. They even decided to go to the same collage together, half way across the country. The last time I saw Zach, he was going through his teenage awkward years. He was tall, standing at least 5'11, but he was about as thick as a twig, large glasses that covered up his bright green eyes and braces to make the look complete. His hair was long, unruly, and kind of greasy. He was cute, for the nerdy type, and he always seemed to have his nose in a book, and pretty much kept to himself. My brother, on the other hand, was the polar opposite. He wasn't as tall, 5'9, but he had filled out at a young age. He had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, the perfect white teeth; he was always loud and talkative, pretty much just a giant goof ball. He definitely took after our Dad. I was all my Mom, though. I had light blonde hair and grey eyes, I had braces from the age of 12 - 13, and my teeth still weren't perfect. I had freckles just under my eyes and across my nose that you noticed during the summer, and I always said things without thinking. I was short, no more than 5'4.
Anyways, before long I'm sitting in the airport waiting for them to arrive, their flight had arrived on time, so I'm not sure where they would be. Knowing Eric, probably flirting with some unsuspecting female.
"Cassandra Lynn, look at you all grown up!" Eric said, wrapping me up in his arms from behind and spinning me around, defiantly catching me off guard.
"Eric James, look at you! You'll never grow up." I said, laughing as he put me down.
"I'm not sure whether to be insulted or flattered, Cassandra." He said smiling down at me. He was a good 6'2 now and was definitely more tanned.
"Flattered, defiantly. Where's Zachariah?" I asked casually. It would be good to see him after so long.
"I am right here, Miss Cassandra." Said a deep voice, which I hadn't recognized.
I turned to end up face to face with none other than an older (and more attractive) Zachariah Wilson.
He had filled out, and although he wasn't as tall as Eric, he still stood at roughly 6'0. There were no glasses covering his eyes now, and they looked like grass on a warm summer's day. His hair looked darker against his skin and fell gently across his forehead doing that really cute flippy thing. He had filled out, and was no longer lanky; you could see the muscles outlining his t-shirt.
Well, I'll be dammed.
"Mr. Zachariah." I said casually, "Long time no see. Looking good." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck in a tight embrace while inhaling his scent. He smelled so good.
"As are you, Cassandra. How have you been?" He said as we both watched Eric, who had wandered off to hit on a girl in a blue tank top and short-shorts.
"I've been well, actually. It's my last year of high school and what not. I'm rather excited." I said, turning to face him.
"Ah, yes. We'll, enjoy it while you can. You'll miss it when you leave."
"For some reason, I doubt this. Then again, high school drama is so much simpler than paying my own bills." I laughed. He was about to respond, when Eric distracted him.
"Dude, I got her number!" He said, basically jumping up and down as he jogged to us.
"Congrats loser, now let's go before Mom has a fit for us not arriving sooner." I said, walking off towards the car.
"Are you not going to help me with my bags?" Eric all but whined from behind me.
"You're a big boy now, I don't think you need your little sister's help caring your big, heavy bags, now do you?" I said over my shoulder. I heard Zach chuckled, which was a sweet, deep sound that seemed to send un-necessary shivers through my body.
"You're right; I'm big, strong and manly. Now give me your keys, woman, and let a man drive."
"Women have no sense of direction."
"This woman just happens to know where you'll be sleeping for the next 3 months, and will not hesitate to castrate you if you don't be quite." I said, turning around and smiling sweetly at him.
"You, woman, are crazy. As if you would castrate me." He said, staring me down while Zach just laughed at our little debacle.
I raised my eye brow. "Wanna bet?"
He shook his head and glared at me.
"I changed my mind. You can drive, but I will be giving directions to the home land."
"So we won't be home for dinner, is what you're saying?"
"Ha ha, Cassie. Now pop the trunk before Christmas comes, please."
I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue as I popped the trunk.
"That was real mature Cassie, way to be an adult." Eric laughed as he shoved his and Zach's stuff in my trunk.
I shrugged. "I try."
"SPACE GUN!" Eric shouted in a high pitched, girly tone that could break glass, as he ran to the passenger side door.
"And you say I'm immature?" I asked, walking to my side of the car, getting it and starting it up.
"Regardless, you need to turn here and go five Kilometers south." Eric said, actually thinking I would listen to his directions. I snuck a peak at Zach through my rear-view mirror, and he was looking out the window with a huge smile on his face.
"Cassandra, are you even listening to me!?" Eric said loudly, trying to regain my attention.
"Yes." I lied.
"Okay, so as I was saying, after the five kilometers you turn…" I blocked him out and just paid attention to nothing but the road.
This was going to be a long, long drive home.
Hello my lovlies! So if you've read this before, I decided to
change everything up a bit! I thought the other one moved way,
way to fast and the grammer and writing was rushed and terrible.
If you've never read it before, please do enjoy! ALSO!
THISISMYNEWACCOUNT. My other one was being super dumb and lame
and what not! I'm Confide, so don't think Istole it. I will write
something 'bout it on the other page!