Chapter 8
Amy pays for her part of the breakfast before standing outside, cell in hand, trying to find Zach's number. She signs a couple of autographs for fans & calls him, trying to hide how upset she is. "Hey Ames, ready to go? How was breakfast?", Zach's cheery voice rang out through the speaker. "It was ok I guess. Would've been nice if Trish gave me a ride back to the hotel at least.", she answers softly.
He asks, "Amy, what happened? Please don't try to make it sound like things are ok, they aren't.". Amy walks away from a small group of people looking at her & says, "Please just pick me up, I'm at this restaurant & people are staring at me. It's gonna turn ugly if I'm out here too long.". Zach laughs & fires back, "Awwww, but I thought ya loved your fans Amy. Just jokin', you can tell me all about it after I get ya. Gimme 15 minutes, ok?". Amy hangs up & thinks to herself, "How could I possibly explain this to him? It's about him!".
15 minutes later Amy is in Zach's gold & silver painted Corvette, headed for the nearest highway. "So, what happened Amy?", he asks quietly. Amy plays with the seat belt while thinking about what she could say. She can't tell Zach she has feelings for him, especially when she's so confused about them. "I accidentally spilled juice on Trish and she got all upset with me. I tried to apologize, but she just walked out.", she answers, hoping he can't tell she's lying.
"Oh. Well, I'm sure she'll call ya back & apologize for acting so, I guess ya'd say bitchy. I don't know, that just sounds kinda odd to me. Then again I don't get so fired up 'bout clothes either.". Amy relaxes & smiles at Zach warmly, "Here, let's listen to some tunes Blondie.". She cranks up the radio & the two of them sing along.
That night they stop at a hotel & a little while later they're taking their bags upstairs. "I can't believe they only had 1 room left. ", Amy says. Zach smiles & responds, "No big deal, we've shared a room more than once Ames.". Amy feels like smacking her head on the wall of the elevator, but all she does is squeak out, "Yeah.", while thinking, "Easy for you to say Zach.".
They get to the room & set their bags down. Amy's back is killing her from the car ride, plus all the stuff she just carried. A bed is just what she needs right now. She groans slightly as she lays down & Zach asks, "Hey, everythin' ok Amy?", she answers, "Yeah, just a little sore.". Immediately after saying those words she feels like kicking herself unconscious. "Well I'll give ya a back rub then. It'll help ya feel better.", Zach says. Amy knew this was coming & knew he wouldn't take no for an answer. "He's a really sweet guy, that's why this is so tough.", she thinks to herself as she rolls over.
Zach starts massaging her back gently, humming some song softly as he does it. Amy closes her eyes, enjoying the comfort she feels. The warmth of his hands on her body washes over her like a wave, it keeps coming and going and coming and going. Soon, she realizes just how wet she really is. She gets off the bed & looks at Zach, trying to hide what she feels. She darts away & goes into the bathroom, locking the door behind her & leaving Zach to wonder what's wrong.