"So Jay and I kinda talked a lot at lunch," Kelsey started, almost as if she was nervous to tell me what happened. I give her a wide-eyed look and slowly nod for her to continue. "And we exchanged numbers." Well, great. So they scored each other's numbers and I couldn't get Zak's?

"Are you trying to tell me that Zak and I didn't hit it off like you and Jay did?" I immediately regret that I said this to my best friend. But why was she telling me this? Kelsey snaps her head in my direction shocked.

"No! Not at all! I'm trying to say that I also gave Jay your number," she pointed to me.

"Okay, what does that matter?" I shrug and shake my head, still not understanding what she was getting at.

"Jay and Zak are together all the time! He can give Zak your number, dummy!" Kelsey laughs that I didn't catch on to her very thought out plan.

"Yes, right," I slowly nod my head in agreement. "But will he is the question." I bring my knees up to my chest and rest my head on my knees, getting lost in my thoughts. Zak didn't personally ask for my number so did that mean he didn't actually want it? Or was he just as shy as I was? What if Jay gave it to him and Zak doesn't take it or does take it and never calls me? No. I can't keep thinking like this. If he takes it, great, and if he calls me that's even better. But I wasn't going to dwell over this or make it upset me. I let one guy upset me over stupid shit in the past and I wasn't going to let that happen again. Meeting Zak and the crew felt like a once in a lifetime opportunity to begin with and we got lucky enough to spend the afternoon with them at lunch. "They must've liked us to some degree, right Kels?" I ask her, doubting the entire situation.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I just really want this to work out, I guess. Even just to be friends with Zak would be amazing, you know?"

"Hun, it will. They wouldn't have invited us to lunch or paid for our meals if they didn't like us." Of course she was right. I was thankful for my somewhat watery right eye not dropping a tear down my cheek. I stay there on the couch with my blanket and watch the TV guide flip through channels. Go figure, Kelsey would stop it on the Travel Channel and of course Ghost Adventures would be on.

"Really?"

"What? You don't wanna watch our sexy guys?"

Oh boy.

All I could do was laugh but my serious thoughts suddenly took over. If this thing we had with them went any further, there was a good chance they would be "our guys". "Our sexy guys" to be exact.

Oh wow. "No, we can watch this. It's fine." I let out a big sigh. A few minutes into watching "our guys'" hunt down some spirits, I hear the text tone on my phone coming from the kitchen. My brain instantly trailed to this mysterious message being him. There's no way. But what if? No it's not him. I don't bother to go get it. I turn my attention back to Zak on our tv. Precisely two minutes later my phone sounds again.

"Don't you wanna get that?"

"It's probably just my mom or something."

"You sure?" Kelsey smirks, like somehow she knows it's not my mom.

I brush off her look and toss the blanket over the back of the couch, "Yeah, I guess." I mosey over to the kitchen island where my phone is, slide up the screen and I let my face unlock the phone. "A Vegas number?" I quietly question to myself. I open my text messages to reveal the entirety of the message.

"Hey, Shawn. It's Zak. I hope I'm not bothering you, but I just wanted to see what you were up to. I had a really nice time at lunch with you earlier today."

I let out a scream that I swear the neighbors could've heard. I can hear Kelsey laughing hysterically from the living room. "You knew, didn't you!"

"No! Of course not!" Liar.

"I'll be in my room!" I race upstairs, but I think I could still hear Kelsey shout, "have fun."

I jump on my already messy bed and stare at my phone screen. What do I say? I wasn't expecting this! Do I reply? Stupid, Shawn, of course I do! Let's just start with...

"Hey, Zak!"

"That's a good start," I laugh to myself.

I add, "you're not bothering me at all! Kelsey and I were just watching reruns of your show ;) I had a great time with you as well."

"And send. Now we wait." But he didn't make me wait long. It was barely five minutes when I heard the five-note text tone again. That was fast.

"Oh, were you? Hey, I have a question for you."

Oh shit. "I have a question for you" is never a good sign. Well, not usually. I'm in the middle of responding when he sends another message.

"I'm redoing one of my exhibits at my museum and I need some props and stuff for it. I was hoping you'd come with me to look for some stuff for it?"

"That sounds so fun! I'd love to! :)"

"Perfect :) I'll pick you up tomorrow morning around 10?"

"That works for me :)"

"Awesome. Just send me your address and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, bye!"

After sending my address to Zak, I run downstairs to tell Kelsey the crazy news. I'm out of breath by the time I reach her. I couldn't believe this was happening! "I wonder what exhibit he's remodeling?"

Kelsey shrugs, "I don't know."

"Did you know he texted me?" I squint my eyes at her.

"Okay, maybe I did. Jay told me that Zak was going to text you."

We both laugh. I'm totally speechless at this point.

This is happening.

Kelsey and I blather on about the whole situation over dinner. Once we're done eating, we clean up the kitchen, head upstairs, say good night and head into our separate rooms. Tomorrow is going to be one hell of a day.

Zak takes me back to his haunted museum so we can drop off the pictures he just bought for his Ghostbusters exhibit. We walk through the back entrance and head straight to the exhibit. It looks mostly finished but he didn't like how it looked and wanted to redo it before opening the exhibit to the public. Zak's already collected quite a bit of Ghostbusters memorabilia for this exhibit and has it displayed all over in places that didn't quite make sense. His gift for this type of design was lacking, I laugh internally. I glance around the room taking mental images on how I can make this better. "I can help you with all this."

"Good, I was hoping you'd say that."

"If I make this the most amazing exhibit ever what do I get for it?" I smirk.

Zak chuckles. "How about I give you a private tour of the museum?"

I think for a brief moment and smile. "Okay." I had never been to the museum before so I was excited to see it and to have a private tour by the man himself was an added bonus. Zak leaves me to my work and I start moving things around being very careful since they're old props. He found all sorts of things! Ghostbusters costumes, pieces from the car, and a bunch of other little knick knacks.

Zak comes back to find me nailing the last piece of art on the wall. "Where did you go?"

"Just thought I'd make my rounds through the museum."

"Oh." After I get the last picture on the wall I turn to Zak and smile. I splay out my arms to present the exhibit to him, "what do you think?"

"This is amazing! And it only took you an hour." He takes a slow look around in awe.

"Well, you wanted it to be amazing, right? Can't rush perfection," I joke. "So what about that tour?"

Zak smiles. "Let's go. You deserve it."

"Your museum is seriously scary!"

"Well, thanks. I guess that's my goal," Zak laughs sadistically with his left hand on the steering wheel.

I definitely would not have been able to walk through his museum alone. I was just glad I didn't really have an experience in the short time that I was in that building. I sit quietly to myself in the passenger seat of Zak's car. I'm honestly not even sure where we're going. "I really hope everyone likes the exhibit."

"They will. It's going to be amazing once I open it."

"When's that?"

"I don't know. A couple days?"

"What?! So soon."

"The sooner the better."

I was a little surprised he wanted to open the exhibit so soon, but I guess he was right. Why keep it closed if he thought it was ready for public eyes? I was so nervous people wouldn't like it. I did not want to be responsible for bad reviews.

Before I knew it we were pulling in the driveway of a beautiful house. Well, mansion, really. No way did he take me back to his place. I was speechless. "Where...?"

"Welcome to by humble abode." Zak parks his car in one of his many garages and gets out. I'm still dumbfounded that I was here and freeze sitting in his car. I see Zak walk around to the passenger door and he opens it for me. "You coming?" All I can do is nod and I take a step out of the car. Zak shuts the door behind me and leads me into his house. It was gorgeous and so clean! Zak brings me to his kitchen and I'm lost for words. I glance around and stare at the beautiful cabinets and endless counter space. I get myself comfortable on a barstool around the giant granite countertop island. Zak rummages through a cabinet and pulls out a couple of glasses. "So have you ever been anywhere haunted?"

"That's quite the random question," we laugh. "But yes, I have."

"Where?"

"When I was in middle school my dad took my sister and I to Waverly Hills."

"Middle school?! Damn."

"It was so much fun! I wasn't super into the paranormal back then but I do remember seeing and hearing things. My sister was scared shitless. She was in high school at the time."

Zak hands me the glass of water he'd been holding onto. "What did you see and hear?"

"Thank you," I take a sip of the cold water. "You know, the usual. Disembodied voices and whatnot. I did see an orb though. It was the craziest thing. We were walking by the big room where they kept the children. I was in the very back of our group and my dad was walking right ahead of me. I happen to look to my left into that room and there's a blue ball of light that appeared, floated for a few seconds, then dissipated. I stopped and called out for my dad. He said he saw it too, but I don't know for sure. He's absolutely crazy and I could very well be too."

Zak smiles. "I'm sure you're not. You can't really question what other people see. You know what you saw and I believe it."

"That's because you're a believer."

"You're not?"

"Skeptic believer."

"Wow. Even after going to Waverly?"

"Well, we were only there for two hours with a group of people. It's hard to catch a lot of evidence like that. And again, I was in middle school so I didn't really know a whole lot about the paranormal to begin with. I've been dying to go back there ever since I went the first time, but I haven't had anyone to go with besides my dad and I don't particularly want to go with him. I just want to get my real proof, ya know?"

"Why don't you want to go with your dad?"

"He's a long story," I sigh.

"Well...maybe you have someone else you can get your proof with," Zak smiles and raises his eyebrows.

I take another sip of my water. "Who? You?"

"Why not? I'll go with you. We'll take the whole crew and you can do a full investigation with us."

"Right," I laugh.

"What? You don't want to?"

"You're serious?" He couldn't be serious!