Okay. Part 2. Again I don't own anything, not the songs in this chapter, not the GAC name, people, stuff, nothing in Savannah. It's all real and owned by someone else. I only own Ariana. I know I said I HATED it when they've only known each other for like two days, but it's really hard to draw it out and try to fill in the space with something other than what you want to happen. So this story is rated M. Just a reminder.
She woke up to the sun shining through the curtained windows and onto her face. She heard two voices bickering and laughing. "Guys, shut up. If you wake her up, I'm gonna kill you both." The voice was a few feet away from her. "Sorry, Zak." She kept her eyes closed and thought things through for a minute. An unfamiliar cologne filled her senses. She could tell she was still clothed, she felt fine, and was hungry as hell. She sat up and swung her legs off the side of the bed, looking up to see Zak's face. He smiled and looked to Nick and Aaron. "Guys, can you give us a minute?" They nodded and ran out of the room, closing the door behind them. He walked over and crouched on the floor in front of her. "How do you feel?" She smiled and looked at the floor before returning her gaze to his eyes. "Fine. I guess." He nodded his head and rested his elbow on his knee. "Good. Arie what can you remember about last night?"
She searched her brain, trying to remember. "I remember The Rail Pub. I remember Morrell Park. And…Oh My God..I broke up with Keith." He gave a small chuckle and tilted his head slightly to the side. "How does it feel?" She thought a moment, trying to find the right word. "Liberating." He stood up and walked over to the mirror above the chest of drawers. She stood up and walked over to stand next to him. She was caught off guard. A large purple oval replaced where her eye was. She raised her finger tips to it and gently touched it, wincing. "Jesus." She looked over to Zak. "What the hell happened to me?" His bright demeanor faded as he took her hand and led her back to the bed. He sat down next to her, now obviously examining her eye. "Keith happened. I only turned my back for a second, and he came out of nowhere and popped you. Knocked you out. We didn't know your address or anything, so I just brought you to my room."
She absorbed everything gradually. She was beginning to remember things, slowly. She had told Keith it was over, and then she remembered hearing Zak shouting for Nick to help him. She turned her head towards Zak and wrapped her arm around him in a half hug. "Thank you, Zak." As she caught a stronger smell of his cologne, she remembered she had hugged him last night at the park. She could feel a small blush start to creep up her cheeks, so she let go of him. "You are more than welcome, Arie." She stood up and walked over to the window, pulling the cord, and opening the blinds fully, revealing the hustle and bustle of East Jones Street. She wrapped her hands around her arms as she looked. She turned around to face Zak and was caught off guard when she realized he was almost right behind her. "So what are your plans for today, Mr. Bagans?" He smiled and leaned against the frame of the window. "Well, me and the guys are going to do some interviews out at Wormsloe. Eyewitness accounts, personal experiences, stuff like that. I would like to film you, if you wouldn't care." She shook her head before she spoke. "That would be perfectly fine with me. Hopefully I can cover this stupid bruise before then."
"Well, where do you live? We can come pick you up if you'd like." She picked her jacket up off the chair and slid it over her arms. "Actually, we could walk there from here. It's just a few blocks away. I'd actually…kinda prefer it if you walked with me. I'm still worried things between Keith and I aren't officially over." He nodded his head. "No problem. Just let me go tell the guys I'm heading out. Let's go." She followed him out the door of the room and he knocked on the door next door. Nick opened it. "Hey guys. What's up?" She liked Aaron and Nick. Aaron was goofy and funny and Zak was so serious about his work. And Nick was right in the middle. He could be goofy and have fun, but he could put his nose to the grindstone when the time called for it. "Uh, I'm gonna walk Arie home. She's going to get changed and then the four of us are going to head out for the plantation. I'll be back." Nick nodded his head and shut the door as Zak turned back into the hallway.
The muggy weather was relentless as they traipsed through town. "So, Zak, are you excited about Wormsloe?" He nodded his head and took his hands out of his pocket, relaxing next to her as they walked. "Yeah. I'm….cautiously…excited. I live for this, obviously, but I don't ever take demonic activity lightly. After Preston Castle and Poveglia Island, I just..don't want to take any chances." She raised an eyebrow as they neared Forsyth Park. "So..what happened?" He stopped walking for a minute and just stared at her before joining back with her pace. "Well, at both of those locations, I believe, I was possessed. I just remember seeing red and watching what was happening, but there was nothing I could do about it. It was almost like a horror movie. You're sitting there screaming at the person not to go in that house..because you know the killer's in there. But you have no control." She nodded, understanding what he was saying. They reached the fountain in the middle of the park; elegant statues placed all around the water with a black iron gate fencing it in.
She turned towards the left and pointed at the blue-gray house. "That's me. Come on." She smiled as they cut across the grass and carefully across the street. They climbed the stairs and she slid the key into the lock. As she did, the door slowly opened into her home. Zak put his arm in front of her. "Wait here. I'm going to go in and make sure you don't have any unexpected guests." Before she could protest, Zak stepped in and after a short wait, he returned. "Everything's a mess." She nodded, accepting the warning, and stepped into her home. Her glass dining table was shattered. The wall paper in the kitchen hung in tatters. She carefully climbed the stairs into the hallway and saw the mosaic lamp she had made was in pieces. Her bedroom was worse. The pillows had been ripped open, feathers lying where they had floated to on the ground. Her mattress was tossed against the wall, her clothes scattered all over the room. She looked at Zak and took him by surprise when she smiled. "You're…happy about this?" She shook her head. "No. I'm not exactly pleased, but at least it was just my stuff and not me." He nodded his head in agreement as she started picking up her clothes and stuffing them back into her dresser. "I'm just going to hop into the shower really quick. I won't be but fifteen minutes. There should be some drinks in the fridge, if you'd like anything." His arms folded across his chest, his face revealed nothing. "I'm not thirsty, thank you though." She couldn't help but drizzle on her movie charm. "Well, if you're thirsty..a drink will cure it. If you're not….a drink will prevent it. After all, prevention is better than a cure, don't you think?" She knew he got it the instant he smiled.
"A fellow Midnight in the Garden fan. That's rare." She grabbed her clothes for after her shower and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She turned on the warm water and stepped in, letting the water cascade over her. She washed her hair twice, shaved, and lathered up in her cherry blossom body wash before rinsing off. She stepped out and dried off, catching her reflection in the mirror. She leaned over the sink and examined her eye closer. It was purple, a little swollen still, but with her makeup magic, easily coverable. She slipped on her shirt and shorts, and then pulled her hair back in a pony tail. She added concealer, then foundation, then a powder finish. A very faint hint of the bruise remained. As long as no one was looking for it, she would be okay. She did her eyes and added a small hint of bronzer before deciding she looked good. She walked back into her catastrophe of a bedroom and hunted down her blue jean style flip flops with a red bandana print on the band. She noticed her bed had been flipped back to its normal position and re-made, save the pillows. Her clothes were off the floor and peeking out of her dresser, and most of the feathers had been picked up. She headed down the stairs and found it cleaned up considerably as well. "Zak, you really didn't have to do this. I would have gotten it." He scratched the back of his head before walking over to her at the bottom stair. "I just..I know you're going to be busy helping us with this lockdown and I don't want you to have to sleep on what is left of your couch." She stepped past him and walked into her kitchen. Pulling open the door, she pulled out two glass bottles of coke and opened them both, offering one to him.
She took a large gulp as she walked over to the shattered table. All that was left was the black iron stand that had once held the glass. She sighed and leaned against the wall. "My mom and dad bought that for me when I first moved in here. Said 'Every home needs a dining table'. It wasn't an antique or anything. Just had special meaning to it." She sighed and turned to Zak. She looked up into his blue eyes and let her gaze fall to his lips. Briefly, she wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips, but quickly shook the thought from her head. She had just met him. "So are you ready to go?" She snapped out of her daze and finished her coke. "Yeah. I'm ready." They stepped back out onto the porch and she locked the door tight before they headed back towards the inn. When they arrived, Nick and Aaron already had the van loaded and were waiting to leave. She grinned and shook her head. "Shotgun!" Aaron's mouth dropped open. "No way! I always get shot gun!" She playfully pushed him out of the way of the door. "Sorry, Aaron. It's mine. I called dibs." She jumped in and closed the door as Zak climbed in next to her and started the engine. The radio was very low, but when she heard the beginning of one of her favorite songs, she had to turn it up.
County road 233
Under my feet…nothing on this white rock but little ol me.
I got two miles till he makes bail….and If I'm right we're headed straight for hell…
I'm going home gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
He wants a fight well now he's got one
He ain't seen me crazy yet. He slapped
My face and shook me like a ragdoll, don't that sound like a real man
I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of..
Gunpowder and lead.
Zak shook his head as they continued driving past an endless forest of trees and brush on the side of the road. They were almost at the plantation. Zak turned the radio down, quieting the sounds of, now, Maroon 5. "Okay, guys. When we get there, we have 3 interviews to do. We have Janice Hopkins. She has been working at Wormsloe for years doing upkeep and garden work. Then we have a tour guide, Guss Monroe. He said he experienced something when he was guiding a tour..and everyone wanted to leave right after it happened." He quit talking as they continued driving. "Who's the last, Zak?" Nick had his camera up and operating, the red light giving it away. He moved the camera close in on Ariana. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, this…is….Ariana Samaras. She is a fellow ghost hunter and Zak's new girlfriend." Aaron slipped into a fit of giggles as Arie tried to reach behind her to hit Nick. She turned back around and plopped back down on her seat, trying desperately to hide the pink growing in her cheeks. Zak gave his signal and turned into the open gate. They followed the gravely dirt path to the plantation house. The van stopped moving and Zak put it into park as everyone started filing out. An older woman came over to Zak. "Are y'all the ghost people?" Ariana walked close to the woman and smiled. "Yes ma'am. I'm Ariana. I was here with my group a few months back, do you remember me?" The old woman eyed her suspiciously for a moment before, like a switch being flipped on, she reached out to hug her. "Of course I do darlin! How y'all been?" She smiled, knowing old southern manners were her giveaway. "I've been just fine, thank you. And yourself?" The old woman swung her hand through the air, almost like she was batting away an imaginary fly. "Oh, good Lord willin. This arthritis is about to murder me. Can't cross stitch like I used to. I can barely walk anymore. Old age is horrendous." She gave a small laugh along with the woman as the guys walked up behind her.
"Miss Janice, this is Aaron, Nick, and Zak. They're the group coming to investigate."She nodded her head and took Zak's hand, shaking it gently. "How are y'all? Was your trip alright?" Zak smiled and set down the black case of equipment he had been holding. "Yes ma'am. We're doing just fine, thank you. The trip was a little long, but this is almost in the middle of nowhere." She nodded and smiled at them. "Well, y'all come on inside. Let's get out of this heat." The guys grabbed the rest of the equipment and followed Ariana and Janice into the house. Ariana took the woman's arm and helped her step over the threshold into the old home. They walked into a large room with two story windows. The sun came through brilliantly, bringing the plants in the room to life. The woman sat down in a chair and had a table next to her with another chair opposite of her. "Miss Janice, would this be an okay place to film our interview with you?" She nodded her head. "Why, sure it is." For the next ten or fifteen minutes, the guys set up the equipment as Janice walked around the room with Ariana and showed her the flowers and plants she took such pride in. "And this one is Aries Horn. Someone out of Valdosta named this one after their horoscope sign. Can you imagine?" She smiled politely. "No ma'am. I can't." She heard Zak call her name and she walked over to him. "What's up?" He looked back at Aaron and then to her again. "I think we're ready to start. Could you get her to sit down?" She smiled and nodded.
"Now, Miss Janice, you are 74 years old and you have been here for 28 years. Can you tell me a little about the history of this place?" She smiled at Zak and started speaking. "During the war, Wormsloe and the Isle of Hope were took over by Confederate forces. When the north captured Savannah in 1864, the family was forced to flee. It was confiscated by the government because of the support it showed towards the Confederate soldiers. Johnson eventually returned it to the Jones family. "
Zak watched intently as she remembered all the facts like they were her birthday; nothing to it. "And were there slaves on this plantation?" The old woman looked up, thinking in her head, trying desperately to remember. "Yes and no. You see, slavery had been banned by Georgia's original charter, so Noble Jones used indentured servant labor to tend Wormsloe in the plantation's early years. When the Trustees revoked the ban on slavery, Jones used slave labor in hopes of making Wormsloe profitable. He initially planted several types of crops, including corn, rice, fruits and vegetables, and indigo. He tried to get silk, but it never worked out for him." Zak examined the aged woman with deep interest. He had it written all over his face that he could sit all day and listen to her speak about historical events that took place.
"Miss Janice, have you ever had anything happen here? Anything you couldn't explain or seen something strange?" She smiled and paused for a brief moment before nodding. "Yes I have. I've been working in my garden in here and heard someone say 'that's beautiful'. I saw a tall dark figure of a man on the second floor in the bedroom. I was doing my usual work, dusting and sweeping, stuff like that, and I felt like I had someone a watchin me. So I turned around and there he stood. I couldn't make out a face or none of that, but I could tell where his head was, his arms, legs." It was Zak's turn to nod this time. "And did you feel threatened by him?" Her brow furrowed slightly and she looked at Zak. "I'll tell you what. I didn't think he was particularly friendly. But I told him to go on his way and I would go on mine, and the next thing I knew he was gone. So I suppose we at least came to an agreement to stay out of each other's way." She started laughing and Zak joined her. "Well at least he can be bargained with. Thank you, Miss Janice." Nick stopped the camera and I walked over to Janice. "We're going to the attic, alright?" She smiled and gave one firm nod before she returned to looking at her room of flowers.
Zak, me, Nick, and Aaron trouped up the stairs to the attic door. I felt a cold chill down my spine just seeing it. "I'd like to do your interview up here if you're okay with that. If not, we can do it outside or in the living room. It's entirely up to you." She reached out and took the knob in her hand and twisted it. As she pulled it towards herself, she heard the creak of the hinges as it swung open. She took a deep breath and let it out. "I'll be fine. Let's go." She started up the stairs and turned to the right, avoiding a few boxes in the way. She walked to where she was attacked and stopped. As Zak caught up to her, she walked towards the wall and moved an old picture out of the way, revealing a pentagram painted in white on the bricks. "You weren't kidding." She gave a small smile and rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't joke about something involving demonic activity." Zak ran his fingers over the image, then stopped when Nick and Aaron got his attention. "We're ready, dude." We both nodded and stood next to each other. "3,2,1…rolling." Zak took a stronger presence when he was being filmed. "I'm here with a fellow investigator from a local group named DeBunked, Ariana. Arie, we've heard you had been attacked in this room, right?" She smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah. It was pretty awful." She felt like her answers would be lame, but once she got to explain she knew it would reel someone in. "Can you tell us what happened?"
"Well, my other team is Keith, Tonia, and Matt. And Matt was over on the other side of the attic trying to get some EVP's and Keith, Tonia, and myself were here. We were taking pictures trying to see if we could find anything. Matt asked Tonia to come join him, so it was Keith and myself. I asked if anyone was here, and a few seconds later, like almost at the same time, I saw Keith rolling down the stairs, his shoes flying, and then I felt like I was pinned against the wall. Like I couldn't move or breathe. The next day, I had scratches on my throat. They went from here" She put her fingers under her ear and drug them to under her chin. "To here." Zak put a hand on his hip. "So this wasn't like you scratched yourself sleeping or anything, this absolutely had to be this one instance." She nodded. "Yeah. It was really scary, but if you look here, there's a pentagram painted on the wall. I'm almost positive that has something to do with it. When we investigated, the staff told me that no one comes up here alone. They don't even like to come up here in pairs." Zak had one arm wrapped across his chest and his elbow rested on his wrist as he cupped his chin with his hand. He dropped them to his side and turned straight towards the camera. "And that's exactly why we're here. To figure out wh-" He was cut off by a loud clanging noise from the other side of the attic. Aaron and Nick turned around, trying to see the cause of the noise. Zak started over towards the direction of the noise and she followed with Nick behind her, camera in hand.
"Aaron, hand me a recorder." Aaron reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black recorder and handed it to Zak, who immediately switched it on. "Is there someone here with us now?" Silence followed. Ariana spoke next. "Are you the one who attacked me and my friend Keith?" It bothered her to even call him a friend anymore. She seethed on the inside at what he had done to her home. She never thought he would sink that low. After several more questions, Zak stopped the recorder and rewound it to the starting point, then pushed play. 'Is there someone here with us now?' Silence. White noise was the only sound coming from the recorder. 'Are you the one who attacked my and my friend Keith?' More white noise, but then a noise. Zak looked at her and then rewound the question. He turned the volume up as loud as it would go and held it close to his ear. "Dude, I can't make out what that says. It just sounds like a growl, like it's not even trying to form words." Nick pulled the camera off his shoulder, looking at it. "I just lost all battery on my camera." Zak looked worried. "Dude this thing was full when we got here." Nick held the dead camera out to him. "I know, dude. But there's..it's just got nothing. No charge no backup. It's dead." They all heard a gasp, and saw Aaron pointing behind Ariana. "Dude!" Everyone looked behind her, seeing nothing. "What was it, Aaron?" Aaron shook his head and grinned. "I swear to God, dude, I just saw a huge shadow behind Ariana. Swear to God!" Zak smiled and nodded his head while he rubbed his hands together. "All right then. That's a good sign. Let's get back to the Inn. We'll do Guss' interview later." They packed up all the equipment and headed down the stairs. Arie stopped at the bottom and looked back into the empty attic. Zak turned around and walked to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You okay, Arie?" She shut the door and smiled. "Yeah. I'm fine."
The van was too quiet. Arie reached over and turned on the radio to the local pop station just as a song was coming on. I need you right here by my side. You're everything I'm not…in my life..we're indestructible..we are untouchable..nothing can take us down tonight. You are so beautiful, it should be criminal that you could be mine.. She rested her arm on the arm rest and looked out front as the interstate passed beneath them. We will make it out alive, I promise you this love will never die. No matter what..I've got your back..I'll take a bullet for you if it comes to that..I swear to God that in the bitter end…we're gonna be the last ones standing. She felt a warm reassuring squeeze on her hand, and looked over to see Zak glancing back and forth from the road to her, a smile across his lips. She knew it was contagious as a smile spread across her lips. Aaron and Nick were in the back arguing over the equipment and charge on the batteries. "Arie.." She looked over to him. "Yeah?" He turned the radio up a little and moved the sound to the back. "Do you want to go to dinner tonight? Maybe take me to Bonaventure?" She nodded her head. "Sure." Another song started to come on and Aaron reached between them and blasted the volume. "Oh hell.." Zak shook his head as the continued cruising down the road. When I walk on by…girls be looking like 'Damn he fly!' I pimp to the beat, walking on the street in my new lafreak, yeah…This is how I roll, animal print, pants outta control, It's Redfoo with the big afro
And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow…Ah... Girl look at that body
Ah... I work out
Ah... Girl …look at that body
Ah... I work out….When I walk in the spot (yeah), this is what I see (ok)…Everybody stops and they staring at me….I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it…..I'm sexy and I know it.. Aaron sang as loud as he could, annoying all three of us as we came to the Savannah limits. Zak stopped infront of my house and I hopped out of the van and climbed the stairs. Zak followed behind. "I'll come get you around 7, is that okay?" She looked at her watch and saw it was gave a small giggle and put her key into the door. "That's fine." Zak smiled back at her. "Good." He walked back down the stairs and headed back into the van. She watched until they disappeared before stepping into the house and locking the door behind her.
At 6:30 sharp her doorbell rang. She had dressed in a knee length black dress with grey speckles, and a pair of kitten heels. She opened the door and saw Zak standing there in a t-shirt and jeans. "Suddenly I feel over dressed." She laughed. "No way. You look very pretty." She stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind her, locking it. Zak extended his elbow to her, and while stifling a laugh, she took it as the descended the stairs. Zak wouldn't tell her where he was taking her, but he did say she would love it. As they drove along, he had turned on an oldies station and 'Simple Man' by Lynard Skynard was playing. She rolled the window down and let the breeze blow through her hair. He slowed down and told her to cover her eyes. She put her hands over her eyes and didn't peek, as promised. He opened the door and helped her down. "Zak, really. I've lived here my whole life it won't be that big of a surprise." He put his hands over hers and let her look. She smiled when she saw they were at Bea's Kitchen. It wasn't much to look at. A small white building with two windows, a brick porch, and a gravel lot. The open sign glowed in the dark as they walked towards the door and entered. They took a seat and the waitress came over to them. "Hey y'all. What do you want to drink?" Zak, as usual, ordered a coke. Without a moment's hesitation, Ariana ordered her usual. "Sweet tea, no lemon please." The girl smiled and turned away towards the back.
"Why do you always get sweet tea?" She crossed her legs under the table and leaned in close. "Here's a hint, Zak. You're in Savannah. We take our sweet tea almost as seriously as you do ghosts." She leaned back and smirked. Zak looked over the menu, trying to decide what he wanted. Ariana already knew. The girl returned with their drinks and laid down two straws. "You guys ready?" She nodded her head. "I'll have the chicken livers and home fries with macaroni and cheese on the side as well." The girl jotted on her note pad and looked to Zak. "Uh..I'll have a bacon cheeseburger and fries, please." The girl stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth as she concentrated on writing down his order before disappearing. He looked at her, an eyebrow raised. "Chicken livers?" She unwrapped her straw and planted it into the cup before taking a long drink. "Yeah. My mom and dad made them when I was little. If you try to go somewhere like Cracker Barrel or KFC..they over cook them. Then they're awful. Here, they actually leave them a little juicy." Zak made a disgusted face, causing her to laugh at him. Soon, their food arrived and they ate in silence. After they had finished and paid, Zak headed across Talmadge Bridge and drove to Hutchinson Island. He shut off the engine and they climbed out. "Come on." She followed him onto the sandy, but rocky, beach at the edge of the river. She set her heels in the sand and waded in to the water until it lapped halfway up her leg. Zak rolled up his pant legs and waded in to join her. They stood there, staring at the lights of Savannah across the river, but listening in silence. She leaned down and put her hand into the lukewarm water, wishing she could go swimming. She looked at Zak with a malicious grin across her lips as she cupped some water in her hand and splashed him. "Not cool!" She giggled furiously. Zak leaned down and splashed her back.
"You're gonna get it now. You think you're a big, tough guy..wait til I get a hold of you." Zak mocked fear and started backing away from her. He stepped on something rough and pointy. He began to lose his balance and grabbed her arm for support. This took Ariana by surprise and they both tumbled into the water, Zak almost completely covered from head to toe, Arie on top of him. "You suck, Zak Bagans." The humor quickly faded as he reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. She looked into his eyes and slowly leaned down towards him. She felt his hand gently cup her cheek before she suddenly pulled away and splashed him again. "I tried to warn you." She jumped up and tried to run in the water, but was stopped when he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her back into the water with him, drenching them both. She could hardly catch her breath as he poked at her side, tickling her. "Think you're going to get me back? You splashed me first, Arie! Say Uncle!" Her sides started to ache, and her breathing was intense. "Uncle Cracker! Uncle Cracker!" He let her go and she stood up and flopped back down in the water next to him, sitting on her butt in the wet sandy water. He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned over and nudged her. She leaned over and nudged him back, causing a small chuckle. "Let's go. I've gotta get dried off and get some sleep." He stood up and reached down, taking her hands and pulling her up to stand with him. They trudged back to the car and got in. Zak was just crossing the bridge towards home when she felt his hand on her again. She felt the butterflies in her stomach come to life and a smile crossed her lips. He took her hand and filled the spaces between her fingers with his and gently ran his thumb back and forth across the back of her hand. She knew she was full on blushing this time. But she didn't care. She had a good time. And she was really starting to like Zak. He turned at Forsyth Park and came to a stop alongside the curb in front of her house. They both got out and he walked her to the door. She opened it and they stood there on the porch for a minute, awkwardly staring at each other. "Night, Arie." She smiled. "Night, Zak." He turned around and started down the stairs towards the car as she stepped in and closed the door. She watched out the window and saw he didn't move. His arm rested on the divider between the driver and passenger seat, his hand covering his mouth as he thought something over.
She had wanted him to kiss her. But he didn't. They were laughing, holding hands. But there was something holding him back. She worried it was Keith's recent departure. But she hadn't been in love with him in a very long time. She sighed and as she started to turn away from the window, she saw Zak getting out of the car. She walked from the dining room over to the front door and opened it just as he was about to knock. They looked at each other for a moment, then Zak stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He put his hand on her cheek and pulled her face towards his. Their lips touched, and the butterflies were instantly back. She slid her hand up his chest and to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her, not wanting it to end. Wanting it to last for as long as it could. He gently pushed her up against the wall before tenderly finishing the kiss. Both their breaths were heavy and he rested his forehead against hers, taking in her perfume, her light, and how happy he was he had come back. He liked his lips and swallowed before speaking again. "I've really got to go. But I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" She smiled, in a daze, and nodded her head. "Lock this door behind me. Please." She couldn't find the word drawer in her mind, so she simply nodded again. He smirked and placed one last gently kiss on her lips for the night. He opened the door and shut it behind him. She closed her eyes and slid down to the floor, resting her head on the wall behind her. It was everything she had wanted it to be.
She finally rose off the floor and locked the deadbolt and door knob before sliding the chain in as well. She climbed the stairs and flopped down onto her back on her bed, smiling like an idiot. For the first time in a long time…she was happy.
The first song is 'Gunpowder and Lead' by Miranda Lambert
2. Sexy and I know it
3. Simple Man
AGAIN I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT ARIANA! Please read and reply and let me know if you like it. I would love to know what you think and it'll only take a minute. Be kind. Send replies.