Harry Markenson

I get home, find the movie, and make some popcorn. I set it up on the TV in the living room, and then sit down and wait. He knocks about 15 minutes later, and I get up and open the door, “Hey,” I say. “Hi,” He says back, pocketing his car keys. “I set up the area by the living room and made some popcorn.” “Cool,” he says walking over and taking a seat on the couch, I grab the popcorn bowl and take a seat next to him. I set the bowl on the footrest in front of us and hit play. For the first part of the movie I was really interested, but then I started getting tired, I look over at Zach and his head is resting back on the couch and he’s asleep, I lean forward to move the popcorn bowl and sit back down. Then Zach’s head rolls to the right side and rests my shoulder, I freeze. My stomach flips and it feels like there are a million tiny butterflies in it. I look down at him again, his eyes are closed and he doesn’t seem to notice. I decide to lay my head back to and relax. I have began having different feeling when I’m around Zach, sometimes I’m nervous, and other times I’m excited. I don’t really know what it all means, but I really enjoy having him around and him being so nice to me. He is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me and I really wish I could tell him that, but I feel like that would be weird. His head is warm on my shoulder and I catch myself smiling, I really don’t know how to understand how I’ve been feeling ever since Zach entered my life. I feel my eye lids getting heavy and I drift off the sleep. 

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I wake up to sun shining in my face, I look down and see that Zach is still here and he hasn’t seem to have woken up at all, his head still on my shoulder. My sudden head movement must have woke him up because his eyes flutter open, then he looks at my shoulder and quickly sits up. “Morning,” I say. “Morning? Shit,” I’m confused, then I remember. “I was supposed to go home last night, what time is it?” He stands up and grabs his keys from his pocket. “It’s about 8:30,” I say standing up to. “I usually wake up at 9, so I have time. Sorry I have to go. My mom can’t know I was gone.” He starts walking out the door? I follow him to shut the door. “Damn it,” I hear him say as I start shutting it. “You need a ride?”I ask him, grabbing my keys from the counter “Yeah, sorry. My battery is dead. Ill come jumpstart it later, I promise.” “No worries,” I open the garage, “Get in,” I say and start my car. I drive to his house which is about 5 minutes away. “Hopefully your mom didn’t notice, good luck.” I say as he gets out. “Yeah, Thanks for the ride, and the good luck, and the movie.” He says, putting his hand on the car door. “Yeah, anytime.” I smile and he shuts the door, and runs to the tree outside his window. He starts climbing just as a hit the gas.