His fingers trace lightly up my leg. I lie ever so still, my fingers enter twined in the long pieces of grass. My body, without permission from my brain, lets out a hysterical giggle to show my enjoyment.
Zach looks up at me smiling. His hazel eyes seem to be staring right into my very soul, his blond curly hair swayed in the wind and he seemed perfect. I edge closer to him brushing my lips against his. I don't know how long we stay like this for but after what seems like hours he pulls away from me when his phone rings.
"Ava" his eyes dart around the meadow. "Um… you should really go, it's getting late to be sitting in the middle of the woods." My heart sinks. It's only five o'clock in the afternoon.
"Zach it's early, I am fourteen." I lean in for another kiss but am firmly pushed away and fall onto the ground causing a whimper to escape my mouth. I slowly look up hoping I haven't made him to upset – he looks like his about to cry. "Don't worry Zach it was an accident, I am so uncoordinated." I try to laugh but instead Zach lifts my hand and touches the back of my head with it. As I bring my hand around to my face I am shocked to see blood running on my fingers.
"Zach its fine I -" I am cut off by the sound of twigs crunching. I look at Zach; he is still standing dead still. I figure it is a fox or some sort of creature.
"Ava, please go home. I will call you tomorrow, promise." He smiles and I immediately reflect his smile off my own face. I am about to leave when Zach starts muttering. "Er… um…Ava…I…love you." This is a very strong statement from a year eight boy so I freeze.
'Zach…I…love you too." We both stand there happily and end up kissing. This is the first time someone out of my family has said this to me and I am over the moon. Another twig crunches and Zach makes me leave – I am way too blitzed out to argue.
I waltzed in the door of my house so happy I nearly trip over the door mat. My parents, who look like Barbie and Ken, stand in the kitchen cooking dinner whilst my little sister Emma sits at the table playing on her Nintendo DS.
Most of the people that know us describe our family as perfect. We share secrets, we talk, know one argues and we all love each other.
"Hi Sweetie" shrieks Mum. "How was your date?" Honestly I don't know who was more excited me or her? All I can do is giggle and my mother replies with the same high pitched sound.
My family and I sit down at the dinner table and begin talking about our day. Emma used undies for the first time, Mum ran into her old year nine boyfriend and Dad went to the hardware shop.
Just as I am about to finish my amazing Zach story, yes I tell my family about dates, the phone rings. Mum stands and goes to get it.
Suddenly her face seems to age one hundred years. Her lips quiver. Tears roll down her face and she mutters something into the phone and hangs up.
"Ava" she croaks.
"Mum what's wrong?" I am really worried.
"Zach is dead"