The Question

OKAY! Here's the next chapter! This one is more fluff between Zach and Sarah. Please review it!

Zach

"You ready to go?" I asked Sarah. She paused the TV show she was watching and took out the earphones. She stared at me with her bright purple eyes. It was a look of hate, but I get those all the time. Everyone who knows her does. I offered my hand. She slowly took it and we went out to the car. I put the car in park, so we could still talk.

"Dude, what gives?" She asked. "Is there something wrong with the car?" She crossed her arms. How was I going to say everything in one sentence?

"Um… no," I said. "I wanted to ask you something." Here goes.

"What? Is this about you doing something that Mom and dad shouldn't know about?"

"No. Sarah, Mom and Dad do know. But since they're taking their little early detour, and since I'm going on tour again…"

"You want me to come with you?" UGH! That look in her eyes! I just wanted to melt right there and say no, but I had to tell her. I nodded slowly. She thought about this.

"Why?" She asked. "Is something wrong? Or…"

"No," I replied. It sounded way harsher than I meant to. Like I didn't want her around. But I did. She crossed her arms. 'I mean… I've done some things that I shouldn't have."

"I'll say," I heard her mutter.

"And… I'm sorry. I just… I just want to fix things. So will you?" I asked. She stared into my eyes.

"But what about school and everything?"

"You can use my old stuff." She finally smiled.

"I'll think about it," she replied. "Maybe."

It was about midnight when I pulled into the driveway. Sarah was already asleep. My jacket was over her like a blanket. I nudged her. "Sarah?" She groaned. "Sarah, sweetie? We're home." She opened her eyes and held out her arms.

"Carry me," she said.

"Aw, no!" I complained. She groaned. I picked her up like a sack, slung her over my shoulder, and carried her all the way to the house.

"Zach, what's up?" Cameron asked when I came in. He was spinning pencils in his hand.

You see, I had lived with Cameron, Nathan, and Michael ever since we finally found a house. A year ago, our parents moved when Dad got a teaching job. And since it was the middle of the year, eighth grade, and all that junk, Mom and Dad let Sarah move in with me. She wasn't too crazy about that. "Sssshhh," I said. "Sarah's asleep." I walked down the hall and into her room.

Sarah's room is full of music posters. She had about seventy All Time Low posters, ten Greyson Chance posters, three Paramore posters, and about five Switchfoot posters. Yeah, she liked boy bands. I never really got that, but oh, well. She is a teenager. I sat her down and put the covers over her.

She had always slept really heavily. Her breathing was so out of order that when I was a kid I had worried about her. I don't know why, it just wasn't natural for her. I pulled a long brown lock from her face and turned out the light. She turned over. I saw her purple eyes flash for a second, but it must have been my imagination. I walked back into the living room.

"Whoa, what are you smiling for?" Nathan asked.

"That's your happy smile," Mike said.

"No, I think it's his girl smile," Cameron said, elbowing Mike.

"Um, no. It's just… I think she said she will. I mean, I'm pretty sure. And she's cute when she's sleeping."

"Um, that's basically saying that you're cute when you're sleeping," Nathan pointed out. "You have the same face." I grabbed the TV remote and pushed the on button.

"Whatever," I replied, rolling my eyes.

Okay. I think that one was a bit longer, that's what I was going for. I tried to make it kind of fluffy, so yeah. I know the others aren't in it as much yet, but they will be. REVIEW! I ain't gonna be nice anymore. Even if it wasn't good, can you at least tell me? I already know it's probably rubbish. Yes, rubbish is a British word, and no, I'm not British. I'm Tennessean. Haha.

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