I slowly walked to my trailer, my feet feeling heavy. After so many months, I couldn't believe this season of Chuck had come to an end. The strangest feeling of all was the fact that I kept thinking about the next time I would see her again.
Yes, Sarah Walker. I know. (crap, was that just a Chuck line?)
I can't stop thinking of her lately. The way her beautiful golden locks of hair bounce as she walks. The way her amazingly penetrating blue eyes stared at me (especially when filming those intimate Chuck-Sarah scenes). Sometimes, I swear, I feel the stare carries more meaning than she lets on. The way her body moved, revealing those sexy, toned muscles of hers. Just thinking about not seeing her for the next few months was, almost quite literally, eating me up inside. I was dreading this day forever and now, it has come to pass.
A sudden knock.
"Zac? You in there?"
Oh, the sweetness of her voice. That Australian accent I used to make fun of. Naieou, I taught those people at Comic Con.
I walked to the door and opened it. "Hi.. hi Yvonne. Come in, come in."
She walked in with grace, largely similar to a gazelle, still wearing the top she was wearing during filming. I watched as she crossed the little space between the door and the sofa in one step to have a seat. I crossed the room in the same manner, sitting on the chair beside hers.
"Zac, we need to talk.", she said in that sweet-sounding voice of hers. The way she says it in her native accent makes it sound pretty far and away from the way she says it as Sarah.
I'm pretty sure I was blushing at that moment. I couldn't find it in me to respond to those 4 words. She was smiling at me, the way she did to 'me as Chuck'. All I could manage to do was smile that nerdy smile of mine right back at her. I'm glad she took that as a sign to keep going.
"Umm, I don't really know how to say this.." she began, her hands twisting themselves into knots. "Zac, I –"
I took her hand in mine. The moment we touched, I felt something. Her grip tightened then, and I noticed her pulse racing.
She stood and tugged my hand, motioning me to get up. We looked into each other's eyes; all the world seemed to have melted away and there was just us. She held my stare. Then, just like she did when Chuck and Sarah were having one of those moments, she leaned into me slowly and touched her lips carefully to mine.
I could smell her breath – sweet and minty-fresh – as she pulled away, definitely watching me closely for any intense negative reactions.
I managed a smile as I moved closer and our lips locked a second time – longer this time. I ran my free hand through her hair; I could feel her fingers intertwining and tugging themselves into the curls in my hair.
After what seemed like forever, our lips finally parted and we shared another stare. I mustered all the voice I could find in me, "I.. really.. really.. like you."
She smiled at me.
"Well, I really really like you too, Zachy."
A brief silence where we did nothing but stare. Kind of an awkward moment of sorts although I didn't think it was awkward at all. This could very well be a dream.
She motioned toward the door so I accompanied her out. Funny thing to do when the door was only a few steps away but hey, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. I held the door open and watched as she made her way out into the darkness until only her shadow could be seen.
"Hey!" I called out to her.
She turned around.
"Wanna have a cup of coffee with me sometime? Maybe next week?"
I could feel her answer coming, the anxiety building up in me. I knew that was too quick. I shouldn't have asked her out. Negativity flowed through me and then, almost simultaneously, the feeling of regret.
I saw the hint of a smile cross her face. "Okay."
She turned back the way she was facing and continued walking toward her trailer, which was, oddly enough, the furthest away from mine. I watched as she disappeared into the shadows and I could see nothing but dark before I retreated back into my trailer and shut the door.
That was the beginning of a beautiful 'more-than-friend-ship'.
