*Author's Note- I'm so very sorry that I haven't uploaded anything in quite some time. I would make some excuse up like; "I've been busy with school", "work has been hectic", "my mom took my laptop away." Even though all these are true, I'll just say I'm lazy and I've been working on my Jason Todd fanfic (that won't be published for quite some time). So, again I'm sorry! :\
They both looked toward their little green box of a car. Liz and Nick were leaning close to each other, Liz whispering something in his ear. Zak felt a pang of jealousy but, Nick was married so he was off the market. They pulled away and Nick answered her. His expression was completely serious before he ruined it by smiling. He kissed her forehead then hopped in the driver's seat. Liz leaned against the car door, her face contorted in what looked like contemplation and worry. Nick honked startling Zak. He softly hit Aaron's arm and beckoned him out the door. They both walked out the doors and walked up to the car. Aaron approached Liz and questioned her. She looked at him and shook her head.
"I'm fine; I don't know what you're talking about." With a smile that Zak couldn't help but to notice was fake, she walked around the car to the back seat. He knew Aaron would be furious, but he couldn't help it. Zak jogged up to her just before she could open the door and asked if he could sit with her. Liz smiled and shrugged, her eyes betraying her, their brilliant bluish-greenish-grey shining brighter than they were 10 minutes ago.
The ride to the gas station was shorter than Zak had hoped. He sat next to Liz talking about nothing of major importance. Zak watched Aaron give him glare after venomous glare warning him to stay away. After getting snacks and such, they piled back in their lunchbox and sped off into the early morning sun.
~Zak's POV~
Driving to The Castle House was a nightmare. The only part that was worth it was sitting next to Liz. Because the only stations that came in on the radio were country or static, I almost died. Unbeknownst to us, Liz was a country girl at heart. To keep up the conversation, I asked her about herself: her background, how she got into country, etc. She told me that she had traveled most of her life, mostly in the south. She was born in London though; her parents wanted their kids to be born in different countries, her older brother, Derek, in Sydney, her and her twin brother, Chris, in London, and her younger brother, Travis, in Athens. She has a sister-in-law, Crystal, and a niece and nephew, Kelsey and Damien. She likes a wide range of music, excluding most rap, reggae, and jazz. She had lived most her life in Tennessee where she listened to, well, country. We were still quite a few miles from our first location when Martina McBride's 'This One's for the Girls' came on. Liz started singing along, her voice only a low whisper, but still loud enough for me to hear how beautiful her voice was.
She flashed a smile and looked away not meeting my gaze. Why did my stomach get butterflies with this girl? I've barely known her for half a day! She looked back at me, which made the butterflies fly faster. Resisting the urge to grab her hand and probably make myself look like a creep, I turned away blushing. Nick looked at Liz in the rearview mirror and asked her if she could sing. I glanced at her, curious. She had a look of worry on her face. She bit her lip which made her look like a small child.
"I guess." She shrugged, I smiled. A slow guitar intro started playing and Nick turned up the radio a little. Her demeanor visibly changed. I couldn't tell if singing in front of us worried her or this song made her depressed. She waited until the chorus and pitched in with the harmony. The next verse really hit us. She threw so much emotion into an already emotional song; it almost brought me to tears. Throughout the song, I could tell she was either nervous or really emotional. Every so often her hands or voice would shake which made my chest constrict with pain. When we reached our destination, her mysterious eyes looked from me to Nick and asked in the best southern twang I have ever heard: "Y'all comin' or what?"
