Hey everyone, this one story is only 5 chapters long. I have it all done. The plan is to add a chapter a day. The idea for this one comes from a post a saw on Facebook, the more I thought about it the more I had to write this. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hart of Dixie or the characters mentioned within this story. I mean no disrespect!


It was ridiculous. She laughed so hard that tears sprang from her eyes. The post it was ridiculous and not for her. That she knew was all wrong. It was all about her. For her. He was looking for her. To keep the promise they made in the fourth grade. Before her life transformed greatly. He was the only thing she remembered that year. All her favorite memories surrounded around him. Their one fight happened the day she left; a promise made quickly while they struggled to fully understand why. A promise she often wondered about growing older. A promise that she could vaguely recall.

Sitting on her bed after a late night shift, she wondered what he was going at that moment. How life treated him. Was he married? Kids? Divorced? Did his dreams of becoming a rock star pan out for him? Was he happy?

Like the post said, he was her best friend that year. Holding her hand when things turned upside down. She held his hand when his world tipped on its axis. Heard his older brother going on about reaching second base with a girl. He first kissed her that year, while thinking that kissing was gross and full of cooties. The kiss was neither. Even now it brought a smile to her face.

She shook her head once more at how ridiculous this whole thing happened to be, looking over the post once more. Her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, her choice made up. What she didn't know, was, whether or not she should reply to the post or simply ignore the post and show up and hope he would be there.

Zoe, I do hope this will reach you. I have no idea if you remember me, if you remember the time we spent together when we were 9/10. We made a promise when you left, whilst in a fight. If you don't remember it's cool, it's been twenty years now. Just know you were my best friend, a constant in my life. I shared my first kiss with you. Cooties be damned. I wonder where life took you, Zoe. And if you remember. I wonder if you think about the times we shared, think they were the best memories a kid could have, because I do. Zoe, do you happen to wonder about me? If you happen to remember or if you are reading this, wherever you may be at, I hope that you show up at the Creek, you know the spot, down by the old Miller place at 2, on the 19th of July. If you don't come, know this, I wish and hope that you got everything you ever dreamed about. I hope you're happy. Please do take care Zoe, your once best friend Wade.

Saving the post, that was all she could do, finding herself overwhelmed at the memories flashing through her mind.

The city had always been her home. All but for that one year when she turned 9 and moved to live with her dad because it turned out that Ethan wasn't her father. Not only did that information confuse her; it stung deeply. She tried to be upbeat about the move to a small southern town, found it was rather hard to be happy in such a tiny town, kids looking at you funny. Until she sat by Wade in class. He made her feel welcomed, made her feel like she was a part of the town, like she belonged there. From that first day, they became inseparable. She held him while he cried over his mother's death, felt his rage when his older brother became a shell. Gave him comfort when his father turned to alcohol. They went through a lot. They fought when her mother packed their stuff things not working out for her. They headed back to the city. The first home she had, the home she didn't want to return to. She wanted to stay in that little town. She had a best friend; she had a father once more, and her mother tore that away from her.

She was curious. Knew the day was coming up, remembered the tear streaked faces they shared making the promise. And yeah maybe she did forget for a few years, but she wouldn't have forgotten once the day came.

With her mind still not made up on what she should do, she logged off of Facebook, closing her laptop and trying to get some sleep.

Looking at down at her pink ballet flats, she walked into her fourth-grade class, her brown hair, falling around her face, protecting her from the stares from the rest of the class.

"Zoe Hart," Mrs. Leslie said, looking at the paper Zoe handed to her. "Class give Zoe a warm welcome," she instructed, earning mumbles as a response. "Why don't you share something about yourself with the class, Zoe," Mrs. Leslie suggested.

"I'm from New York and I will be a doctor when I grow up," she said confidently looking at her fellow classmates.

"Excellent, Zoe. Why don't you go have a seat by Wade," she instructed. "Wade raise your hand," she said. Zoe walked to the back of the classroom, to the boy who kept drawing in his notebook, his left hand raised.

"Hey," he grinned, turning his focus from his drawing to her, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Hi," she squeaked out, turning her attention to the front of the room, giving the teacher her attention. She did notice from the corner of her eye that Wade went back to the picture he was creating.

It turns out that she got to sit by Wade not only in the classroom, but in music and in art class. At lunchtime, he sat across from her.

"Can I help you?" She asked softly, watching him curiously.

"We all need a friend. If you don't want to be friends I can go," he told her, not able to cover up the hurt he felt at being rejected, going to stand up.

"No, no, no," she told him shaking her head, making him do this crazy thing with his eyebrow, making her giggle. "Don't leave. Stay, please?" She requested. "I want to be friends with you," she smiled softly.

"Cool," he smirked. "A group of us are playing football after school. And not the girly flag football either. Tackling will be involved," he informed her. "You can join us or you can join Lemon and cheer. Your choice," he shrugged.

"I think I will take my chances on the field than on the sidelines," she remarked.

"As long as you know the guys won't take it easy on ya cause you're a girl," he stated.

"That's fine," she told him. "Will I have time to stop by the practice and tell Harley?" She asked. Even at 9 years old she knew this whole tiny town knew about her connection to Harley Wilkes. And when Wade didn't bat an eyelash and took the question in like he heard a million times before and not asking a million and one questions, she felt relief at that. That he didn't see her messed up family, when talking to her, he saw her. No judgement.

"We do have to go by the practice to get to the field. I don't see why it would hurt if you stopped in to inform Harley of your whereabouts," he told her. "How ya liking it here?"

"Gossip central, huh?" She asked back. Wade laughed. "It's small, but cozy," she said.

"You get use to the gossip, ignoring it helps too," he let her know.

"What was it you were drawing this morning?" She questioned him.

Wade looked down, a small blush covering his face. "Nothin'," he told her. "Bunch of doodles," he shrugged, getting his face back to its normal color. "You can look when we get back to the classroom. If you want," he suggested.

"I want," she smiled.

With lunch over with they walked back to class in a single file line. A quiet line at that. Sitting at her desk, she pulled Wade's notebook from his desk. Wade smirking to cover up the nerves he felt at Zoe looking through his notebook before class started.

"This is a lot more than nothing, Wade," she whispered a harsh tone to her voice. It was beautiful. If the proof wouldn't have been there she wouldn't have been able to tell a fourth grader drew the picture. The picture was of a shark, but with the shading, it was beautiful, really beautiful.

"Zo, no," he said, wanting her to stop turning the pages.

She froze looking over the words on the next page. The bell ringing to single something for another class, brought her from her frozen state. "You write songs?" She questioned, letting him take the notebook back.

"I'm learnin'. It's what I want to be when I grow up. A rock star," she smiled.

"I have faith it will happen," she smiled.

She turned her attention to the front of the room when Mrs. Leslie called for silence to get class underway once more.

Zoe woke with a start, recalling the dream, though it wasn't a dream not at first. It would always be the day where she met and became Wade's friend. Her first day at Bluebell elementary school.

She quickly flipped her bedroom light on, walking to the closet, to rummage through her things, coming to the security box hid in the back right corner. All her important papers were safely tucked away inside. And one fourth-grade drawing of a shark Wade gave to her. She smiled, running her fingers over the faded pencil marks.

Her mind made up, she grabbed her laptop turning it on. She made quick works of going to the saved post clicking on Wade's name to go to his profile. His picture was of him at a bar, reminded her of the Rammer Jammer, a guitar on his lap, a beer in front of him. A smile on his face. A rare smile at that, if she remembered correctly.

She did two things, sent a request to be his friend and sent a private message to him.

Wade, it's Zoe. I saw your post. And I do remember the promise. And I will be there. And I am curious to know how life turned out for you. I can demand you tell me everything over Facebook, though I feel it would be best to catch up in person. It's less than a month away. Just know I'm looking forward to seeing you. Your once best friend, Zoe.

After hitting send she logged off, powering down her laptop, she turned off the lights and closed her eyes, willing herself to go back to sleep. If it was only that easy, spending the next few hours tossing and turning in bed.

Every chance she got she found a reason to log into Facebook to see if Wade accepted her friend request, and if he responded to her, but every time she failed to hit the login button, not wanting to seem overeager or let down if he didn't reply or if the friend request was still pending, so she left.

She kept herself busy with work and spending all her free time with friends, anything to keep her mind from drifting to her past. To keep herself from thinking about Facebook, and if she had a new friend and an unread message waiting for her. It wasn't that easy, because most everything had her thinking about the only best friend, she ever had as a child.

It wasn't until she was sitting in the airport waiting for her flight to Alabama to be called that she signed into Facebook on her phone through the mobile app. She smiled seeing that Wade had, in fact, added her as a friend and left a message for her. She went from one app to the other to read the message he sent her through messenger.

Zoe, you don't know how well it is to hear from you! I was scared that you wouldn't remember. Worried you wouldn't see the post. Thought I would show up at the Creek, and you wouldn't be there and I wouldn't ever know why you didn't show. Wouldn't know if you were okay or not. I do agree, Zo; we'll catch up in person. See you then, Wade.

Wade, worrying won't be necessary. I'll be seeing you soon. Zoe.

She didn't see any point in adding anything else as she would be there at the agreed-upon time. Something she found she was looking forward to, greatly.