Reunited

-Chapter 18-

"Chase what are you doing here?" Zoey was completely shocked to see him. He was the last person she had ever expected to see at her front door.

"I, uh, I'm...Wow, you're pregnant!" He exclaimed, not able to take his eyes off of her bulging stomach.

Zoey's eyes narrowed. Was he kidding? "You came all the way from Wisconsin to tell me I'm pregnant?"

"No, no, I'm sorry. That was an extremely rude way of greeting you. I just needed to talk to you," Chase stammered nervously. It had only been thirty seconds and this was already not going as he planned.

"Talk," Zoey said, crossing her arms as easily as she could. It's kind of hard to cross your arms when you're ready to have a baby at any moment.

"Look, I don't really know what's going on. I mean are we still friends? I still want to be friends. I mean if you want to, that would be great. But if you don't want anything to do with me than I'll feel like a complete moron for driving a good 19 hour and whatever amount of minute drive here," Chase stumbled nervously over his words.

"You drove here?" Zoey asked, a look of shock and worry spread across her face.

"Yeah it was really no big deal. I've done longer drives. Plus I took a two hour nap at a rest stop in Missouri," Chase said.

"Why didn't you fly?" Zoey asked.

"Eh...I've never been really big on flying because when I was young I read Flight #116 Is Down," Chase replied with a shudder, "It's a really disturbing book."

Zoey looked at him and couldn't help but smile, "Do you want to come in?" She asked slowly.

"Sure," Chase walked into Zoey's little apartment. It was extremely small but still had a homey feeling to it. There were pictures everywhere. One of her, Dustin, Mrs. Brooks, and Mr. Brooks in a family portrait when she was about seven, one of all her friends from PCA. Chase's eyes fell upon an old picture framed next to the couch; it was them in eighth grade when they first met. "Oh. Hey, where'd you get this?" Chase picked up the picture frame.

"I found it in an old box of pictures that I sent my Dad way back when we were at PCA," Zoey smiled at the old photograph.

"Wow. That seems like so long ago," Chase said staring at the younger version of him and her.

"It was long ago. Almost thirteen years ago, actually," Zoey pointed out.

"Yeah, so listen, I want to be friends again. I want to call you and be able to talk to you for hours like we used to do. I don't care what happened in the past. I missed you," Chase said. He sat beside Zoey on the couch.

"I missed you too," Zoey smiled weakly.

"So how's life going for you?" Chase asked.

"It's pretty good. Sure I don't have much but I have a job at a summer camp as the assitant manager. And mom and Dustin are helping me through the pregnancy," Zoey replied.

"What about your Dad?" Chase asked without thinking.

"You didn't hear?" Zoey asked suddenly feeling sick. She hated talking about her father's death.

"No..."

"He didn't make it," Zoey forced herself to say, "But I don't want to talk about that right now."

"Are you sure?" Chase asked worried.

"I'm very sure. How's your life going? How's Christine?" Zoey asked.

Chase lifted the finger where his wedding ring would have gone, "I have no idea and I honestly don't care."

"Oh my gosh. Wait, so are you saying that you didn't marry Christine?" Zoey asked.

"Yep. And thank God I didn't," Chase replied.

"I hate to say it but I defiantly agree with you. It feels like a 1000 pound weight has been lifted from my chest," Zoey said excitedly.

"Why?" Chase asked.

"Because she was terrible! Oh my gosh at some point I just wanted to slap her face off!" Zoey exclaimed.

"Well, trust me I told her off. She was a complete psycho," Chase replied.

"Oh she made me so mad when she basically announced that I had gained weight in front of you and Michael," Zoey continued to go on rambling, "And when she read my journal and denied it. Oh and when she'd give me that look, ya know the kind that said, 'I've got him and you don't. He he.' look on her face after she'd kiss you." Zoey's cheeks suddenly got warm from embarrassment.

"Yeah that made me angry too. And that was mainly why I broke up with her," Chase said replied.

Zoey smiled. This was a great day so far. Her best friend was back in her life once again. Only this felt like it was really him. Suddenly Zoey's smile faded. She felt something strange going on in her stomach, "Will you excuse me?" She stood up.

"Sure. Is something wrong?" Chase asked, worried.

"No, no it's just...it's something," Zoey said not explaining it well at all as she rushed to the bathroom.

Chase yawned. He really was tired from all that driving, but it was so worth it. He hadn't talked to Zoey for the longest time and it felt terrific. She seemed so happy that he broke up with Christine. Could that mean that Zoey felt the same as he-?

"Chase!" Zoey yelped franticly from the bathroom, interrupting his thoughts.

"What is it?" He rushed to the hallway.

Zoey came out looking baffled, "My water broke."

"Um...what does that mean?" Chase asked, confused.

"It means that I am going into labor!" Zoey exclaimed.

A/N: Ok, so I defiantly lied about this being the final chapter. There is one more chapter to come!

-Noelle.

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