'Right, just for the record, I want no part in this.' Elisha whispered as Zac jumped out the car and stalked to Vanessa's house.
'Go home then!' He spun round and shouted back.
She wanted too, she knew she should but considering Zac's current mood and Vanessa's possible reaction she sensed it wasn't the best option.
He banged on her door, loudly.
'Oh my god! The door is on hinges for a reason.' She opened the door so quickly they had to step back. 'Zac? What are you doing here? Elisha?' She glared.
'Um.' Elisha stammered; Neither Zac nor Vanessa were approachable when angry. 'Nothing, I'm leaving. Good luck man.' She smiled and patted him on the back.
He tried to pull her back but Elisha did what she always did when she was uncomfortable: bailed.
He laughed nervously, he hadn't thought this far ahead.
'I just wanted to talk.' He managed.
'Zac, listen.' Vanessa sighed. 'I can't do this right now. Go home.'
'No. You never can, you have time for everyone else accept me. Do you need me to remind you of the other night? I mean, no offence, but we really need to talk and we kind of need to do it ssa sighed. 'I can't do this right now. Go home.'
'No. You never can, you have time for everyone else accept me. Do you need me to remind you of the other night? I mean, no offence, but we really need to talk and we kind of need to do it now.'
'Zac…'
'No! We're talking. End of. We can do it outside where's there's press or we can do it inside where it's private, either way, it's going to happen.'
This was bravado, she knew it, either way she knew he wasn't going to go away so she stepped aside and he went in.
'Zac I think we've said all we've said all we needed to say—- ' She started then he kissed her, she knew he was doing to shut her up but she couldn't help herself, she still responded.. This wasn't going to end well for either of them.
He hadn't decorated.. That was the first thing she realised. In the 18 months since they spilt, he hadn't decorated, nothing much in his life had reallty changed, then again, if she thought about it, he'd kinda dived into work so he hadn't really had chance.
She sat there, legs crossed covered by the quilt and looked over to him. Her heart ached. He looked so pained.
You can fake an image to the world. That's what we do. We become who people need us to be but, when all is said and done, the people who truely know us are the ones that can really know who we are.
She'd been told that once, she couldn't remember who by or what the circumstance was but it seemed so fitting; she knew him, they knew each other.. She felt his pain and he sensed her, that's why he'd stayed away.
'I can feel you staring, you know?' He smiled, still drunk from sleep.
She smiled, the kind of smile you got when you're stealing cookies from the cookie jar. 'You've got a beautiful smile, Zac.'
'So you've always said, Ness.'
'And I mean it. You're fans love it and so do I.'
He smile edged into a smirk, he knew she was right.
'So,' he said, sobering himself. 'Where does this leave us?'
'Why does it have to leave us anywhere?' She questioned
'Well, because, it's the second time it's happend. Once is a mistake; Twice is a habit.'
'You always have to be so logical.'
'And you're not,' He conceeded, 'You never were.'
She laughed.
'So?' he pressed
'I don't know,' She sighed. 'I want to tell you this changes everything but i'm not sure it does. I mean, I love you, I always have and I always will.. I just can't go back to what were—'
'II can change.' he interjected, quickly.
'No you can't. You shouldn't change for me. You're amazing, you're perfect. We're just at different stages of our lives and we both want different things. That doesn't make you bad, it makes you, you. Stay that way.'
She started to gather what she could find of her clothes, her shirt, her shorts and slowly put them on.
'Im sorry, Zac.'
He turned away from her. He didn't know what he expected but it wasn't this. It was a reassurance that they'd possibly see a way forward. She just needed to leave.. She had to go.
She touched his hand, a symbol of a promise. He pulled himself up, put his pants on grabbed hers, kissed her and pulled her out of the room and down the stairs, he heard her silent protests but he couldn't stop himself; she had to go now. He led her out, slammed the door behind him and fell against it and sobbed. This couldn't happen again, one break-up was enough.
