Zach Prentiss

I happily walk though to door, knowing that my two friends finally have admitted there love to each other, well admitted it to me, about each other. I knew all along, which makes it even better. I go up to my room, and Claire stays downstairs. I decide to take a shower so I lay out some clothes on my bed, it’s a little after one, and I realize I have hockey six. I switch my regular clothes out for what I’ll wear under my jersey. I go into the bathroom next in the middle of Claire’s room and mine and turn on the water. I go back and get my clothes and set them on the bathroom counter. I hear Claire yell something up to me, but I can’t hear her. I turn off the water, “What?” I yell down to her. “I said, Harry’s here,” she yells back up. Huh, why would he be here, “He has your Jeep,” she yells again. “I’ll be right down,” I run to my bedroom window and look down. Sure enough, I see my Jeep and Harry. He looks up at the window and waves, I wave back and start running down the stairs. Claire just watches me, and I can feel her smirk through the back of my head. I open the front door and run outside. “Hey,” he says, “Hi,” I say, watching him get out. “So I decided to jumpstart your Jeep for you, as you can tell.” I laugh as he points at it. “Thanks.” I say and before I can stop myself I pull him into a hug. “Anytime,” he says, hugging me back. We separate and he tosses me to keys, “ I better get back, my parents will be home anytime.” I smile. “That’s great, I bet your happy they are home.” He smiles too, “Yeah, I am.” He says, and I catch his smile waver. “Is everything ok?” I ask him. “Yeah, of course.”He says, and I decide not to push it “Alright, I guess. Wait how do you plan to get back to your house?” I ask him, since he took my car here. “Oh, I just planned on walking back.” “Nope, not happening. Get in,” he say gesturing to the passenger side. “Thanks, but I hate to waste your time. Now you have to drive there and back.” He says walking over to the seat. I hop in next to him and start my Jeep. “I’m not wasting my time, at all.” I say, hitting the gas and making a sharp U-turn and heading back up the street toward his house.