We've graduated since Chase and I made up and now we're on the way to his parents' house. Right now he's awake but he slept most of the way here, it's in his sleep that you can really tell how much this is bothering him. I wish that I could just take all his pain away; I wish he could be the Chase I knew before the fight before all this happened, but that's not going to happen not for awhile anyway. As I was thinking this I reached over and touched his face, he had grown up so much since I met him, in his sleep he looked like he was in his thirties and he looked as though he'd gone through so much with his face was weathered from stress and sadness even though he was only eighteen. With my hand I traced over his strong chin, feeling the stubble from him not shaving for three days. Then I moved on to the scar under his right cheek bone from which he'd thought he'd be cool with my jet x by playing chicken with a tree, but he ended up totaling it and in the hospital for two days because of minor injures. But his scar was barely noticeable now it was just a small white sliver on his very tan face. I looked at the many other scars that Chase had, all of them accidental, he had always been a culsts. I think he never really mastered the concept of grace, but that's one of the many things that I love about Chase Matthews. As I'm tracing his scar he slowly grabbed my hand in his sleep and then started to wake up.
"I hate landings they scare the crap out of me."
"How do you know that we're landing before anyone even says it?"
"In the last seven years I've made this flight so many times I just know."
"Well okay, whatever you say."
I just sat there holding his hand I didn't even act like it bothered me because I didn't want him to pull away. But about five minutes after we had that little conversation we were landing and I looked over at Chase he looked as pale as snow, but regained so color to his cheeks when he saw me looking at him. After we landed we started to make are way to get our luggage. I tripped and started to fall, but only to find myself safe in the strong arms of Chase Matthews. I looked into his greenish-gray that were filled with worry and at the same time a hint of playfulness.
"You alright Zoey?"
"Yeah I'm fine, thanks for catching me."
"No problem Zoe."
Then I stood up and fixed my cloths, only to turn to Chase and pull him into a hug. I stood there hugging him like it was the only way to survive. But only for him to let go reluctantly to go and get the luggage. Now he really isn't talking that much just staring out the window most likely think about what lies ahead. All I hope is that I get along with his family and most importantly his mother.