Zack's Son - Chapter Three
Carol, still wipping stray tears from her eyes, walked into the living room. She looked around for a moment before her eyes fell on her photo album. She picked it up carefully. Then she opened the page.
There was an old picture that she had taken of Zack, back when he was ten years old and in competing in 'The Battle of the Bands.' She had forced her mother to take her that day, and had immediately sensed an attraction to the guitarist.
"Mom, do you see the guitarist?" Iasked as she pointed on stage.
My mother looked for a moment. "What about him?"
"His name is Zachary Mooneyham," Ireplied. "He's awesome."
"That's nice, dear," my mother replied.
I sighed and took out my camera. I took aim and then clicked. Now I had a picture of Zack. I smiled and blushed slightly. 'I'm going to marry him one day," I had thought. 'Some how, I'm going to make him mine.'
Carol turned the page. It was a picture of her and Zack, taken back when they were twenty - two years old. Carol had met Dewey Finn, who had inturn introduced her to Zack. She could remember that day like it was yesterday...
"Yo! Zack Attack! Come over here!" Dewey called across the stage. Zack came striding over, his Fender Squire guitar in one hand and his hand pushing back his hair. "Zack, meet Carol. She's a rocking guiatarist from our opening band!"
"Hey!" Zack said.
"Hey yourself!" I answered. I knew I had to start up a conversation. "So, you play on Fender?"
Zack looked confused. "Huh?" he asked. Then he spotted the guitar in his arm. "Oh! Yeah, I play on Fender."
"Gibson," I said, holding up my guitar.
Zack laughed slightly. "Well, Gibson is a good guitar. But Fender plays better for the coolest guitarist around."
"And that would be...?" I asked, smirking slightly.
"Me!" Zack answered. "Here, let me play you something."
Zack began to strum out the tune of 'Smoke on the Water'...
Carol smiled. She turned to the next page. It was a picture of Zack that she had taken on their first date...
The knocking at my hotel bedroom door only grew more impatient. I hadn't been expectin any visitors, so I was very cautious when I opened the door. "Hello Zack," I greeted him when I opened the door. Zack looked slightly bewildered that I had answered.
"Hey," he replied, staring down at his feet. "Um...I was wondering...do you...you know, want to...grab a bite to eat and them maybe hang out a little?" he asked, going red.
"Sure," I replied. Zack looked amazed. "Let me grab my jacket."
After eating, Zack and I were walking home. Zack had taken notice of a stone wall next to us. He climbed on it and began to walk up there.
"What are you doing?" I yelled as I laughed.
"Walking on the wall," Zack answered.
"Hold on," I said. "Let me take a picture!"
Zack struck a pose and I clicked the camera.
Carol felt tears welling slowly up in her eyes again. These were sweet memories of someone she had lost so long ago. Carol sighed and turned the page. It was a picture of their engagement party. She smiled. There was Zack and herself, arm in arm. There was Freddy, standing on a chair so he would be taller then Lawerence. Katie and Summer were standing by Billy, who in turn had is arm around Marta, who looked very unhappy. Tomika was standing next to Alicia, who was next to Dewey. Then there was Carol's band; they were all making silly faces.
The engagement had taken place six months after they had first started dating. It was as magical as the engagement party had been...
I shifted slightly, leaning more onto Zack. His arm tightened it's grip around my shoulder.
"I love you Zack," I whispered.
He smiled at me, then he looked rather uneasy.
"What's wrong?" I asked him. Zack didn't answer me. Instead he stood up. He fumbled in his pocket for something. "I've...been meaning to ask you this..." he whispered as he got down on one knee.
My heart beat quickened.
"This might sound old - fashioned and really corny," Zack started off. "But I love you so much. You mean the entire world to me. I want to be with you forever. Please, please marry me."
"Yes!" I cried out, crying tears of joy. "Yes!"
Carol sighed once more. She flipped the pages. There were pictures of her and Zack at their wedding...Zack and Freddy, who was his best man...the rest of the rock groups...
Then there was a picture of Zack and his motorcycle. Carol frowned. She had warned Zack not to go to wild on that thing. He hadn't listened. He had died on it. She had lost of her husband.
Suddenly, there was a knocking on the front door. Curiously, Carol pulled open the door.
"Freddy?" she cried out.
Freddy turned slowly and smiled.