20 July 2012
Chapter 10 BREAKING THE NEWS:
I had nothing to do till nine, so I gazed out my window waiting for him-Zack- to come. My whole lower body being warmed up by the burning heart coming off my radiator as I rested against it. 'Ten to nine' I thought to myself, fiddling with some red fluff that I pulled off my comfy cushion. Time seemed to take an eternity from then, when I looked at the clock every minute, it hardly seemed to have moved from ten to. I knew it had though, time just doesn't stand still in this world! I sighed, not wanting to look desperate when he arrived, I decided to paint my nails. I painted them a colour called 'Chocoholic' it was a warm brown. As they were drying off, I heard Zack's knock that he usually does and hurried down the stairs, careful not to smudge the nail polish. "Hello darling," he whispered while hugging me tight, his voice as smooth as silk. "Hiya, come in," I gasped for breath, as I just finished squealing with joy from my surprising squeeze. Zack stepped in the door and pecked me on the cheek. "I love what you've done with the place," he chuckled, nodding out my dads work papers, double-barrel gun and uniform (his work was to stop hunters killing the animals in the forest, the gun was only for personal protection and to scare off the wildlife so the hunters couldn't shoot them down) "I'm sorry, he's at an important meeting and I don't like to clean up other peoples mess," I sighed, popping the kettle on. "It's okay, could I have a coffee please? I'm quite tired," Zack asked. "Sure, it's a bit of milk and one sugar, right?" I checked. "Right." I came back two minutes later with two coffees and two small slices of cake. "Oooh! Yum! I haven't eaten in two hours!" Zack expressed. "Two hours?! I don't know how you metholopious people cope!" I scoffed. "Easy. Its simple, we need to eat, however hardly put anything on!" "I know! The only thing you guys ever put on is muscle!" I smiled, sipping my hot drink and then taking a bite out of the cake I made. Soon cringing as soon as a sunk my teeth down. "Is it that bad?" Zack frowned. "No, it's fine. It's just..loads of calories!" I moaned, patting my stomach. I saw Zack's focus go onto where I was patting. "That is as flat a pancake," he said, blinking fast again. "Yeah, if you mean the ones that bloat upwards!" I grumbled. Zack's hand- warm from holding the coffee- created little circles across my stomach. "You're not only perfect, you're mine..." his sweet breath whispered in my ear. I wriggled out his clasp the shook my head quickly. "As I said earlier, I'm far from perfect!" I sighed, though giggled as I was pulled back against his chest. "Mine forever," Zack added in the same whisper, moving my blonde ringlets out my face. "What time is it?" I randomly asked. "Quarter-past nine, why?" he responded, swirling small circles, on my face this time. "Quarter past! God! Tom's coming in a minute! He hasn't even met you! He doesn't even know that I'm going out with you!" I freaked. "Calm down, he'll understand," Zack soothed, kissing my on the too of my head for comfort. "Okay, but I'm not explaining." "Whatever ever you say love. Why do you call your dad by his name anyway?" Zack brought up. "Because when I lived back in England with my mum, whenever she talk about him to me or I just..overheard..her conversations. She always called him Tom, so I just naturally do, though I don't to his face, that'll just be rude. He's hardly ever home anyway, too busy working," I explained, sadness building up in my veins with the thought that the reason my dad didn't spend time with me, was because he didn't want to. Zack stayed silent. Suddenly, I heard the lock click as my dad opened the door, just as I regretted he opened his mouth and said the words that I really did not want him to say. "Hi Cleo, sorry I'm late. Hey, who are you?" he questioned Zack, nodding to him. I grumbled to myself at my dads rude words. "Hello sir, I'm Zack, I am Cleo's boyfriend you may know my foster parents? Carl and Olivia, she is a baker for her own well known shop uptown and Carl is a lawyer," Zack fluently spoke, opening his hand for my dad to shake. Unfortunately, my dad ignored the hand for a while, shocked. After my annoyed, wide eyes, he slowly put down his gun and shook Zack's hand formally. "Please call me Tom. Is that Olivia and Carl Heavenly? I've seen your mother bakings at her shop, very nice. And her shop is called 'Whispering Heaven' right?" my dad said quickly. "That's right, now. If you don't mind. It's the Sunday today and a bank holiday tomorrow, so no school," Zack began with my dad on the edge if his seat. "Would you mind if I take your daughter out? I'll have her back before twilight." From my desperate nodding, my dad turned to Zack. "If you take care of her," he sighed. "With my life," Zack said, holding out his hand for me.
"Where we going?" I wondered as he opened his car door for me. "Not a clue, how about 'Whispering Heavens' ?" "Sounds great!" I agreed. I loved Zack's last name. It Fitted so well for him. 'Zack Heavenly' almost as amazing as him. And I loved the way he called himself my boyfriend! I just love him too much! "What music do you want on?" Zack offered "Just the radio please." He obediently turned RADIO 1 on and turned it up slightly. "The shop is kind of a restaurant/coffee shop, but my mom has this huge room near the back and I have a key. It's like a like apartment, we can go there if you want." "Awesome!" I hopped on my seat.
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