Chapter Two

Once again, coming home after work is nothing new. Same old, same old; like clockwork pretty much. I reckon Lavon is sweet with AnnaBeth right now, like he's been all summer. I let that thought fly quick through my mind as I head straight for the fridge to get my usual beer. You know, I'm sick of havin' this same routine everyday of my damn life. With that being said, I get up and turn on the Xbox to play me some Gran Tourismo. Looking around for my controller, I come across the game that I haven't had an desire to play in months, Halo. You see what I mean when I say that everything in Bluebell has a memory? Hell, everything in my house has a damn memory. Now that my mind is loaded with so many memories, I just sit and stare at the television screen with my beer in my hand. I could be like George Tucker and say that the moment Zoe Hart walked her little shorts into Bluebell, she ruined my life, but I could never say that. That girl didn't ruin my life, she made me realize that there's more to life than being the town Casanova. That being said, I tell her I love her, hoping she'll stay, but with those three words that came out of my heart and mouth, she goes to New York. I couldn't hate her for that; it's her life and who am I to tell what and what not to do. Damn, what the hell? I need a therapist.

While getting what little shut eye I usually get, I get irritated with my damn phone. Every time I ignore it, the damn thing rings again. After about five minutes of listening to it go off and on, I reach for it. Reckon I'll start my day off with a little annoyance who won't leave me be.

"What."

"Wade Kinsella, do you not remember any of the conversation we had yesterday?"

"I remember telling you to save it."

"I clearly remember telling you that since you are an owner of-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it."

"You know very well that if you're not here in ten minutes or less, I'll be over there to get you myself."

With that, I hang up the phone, needing to hear no more. I know that if anyone let Lemon Breeland into my house, she would clean it and turn it into one of little dollhouses. That's the last thing I need to see. I don't need to be setting my beer on a doily that's on the table. There's no manhood in that.

After getting my shower, I dress in my usual jeans, flannel shirt, and boots, grab a few beers and walk out the door. One good thing about not having a neighbor anymore is I don't have to worry about going to fix that damn fuse box every hour of the day.

"Wade, I knew you would show up!"

"Yeah, like I had a choice.."

"What was that?" Lemon gives me that look that everyone runs away from. She know's everyone in town will do anything for her when she gives them that look but not me. I ain't that gullible.

"You know Lemon, it's too nice for me to be sittin' in some church. Also, you and I both know that a church is no where I belong at the moment, so i'll just sit outside here and wait for you guys to finish."

"Wade, the whole point of coming here this morning is to be part of the town."

"And I am, just not in there when I'm sweatin' my skin off."

"Okay, that's just gross but I'll be expecting to see you out here when we finish. I'm glad you're finally makin' some progress." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away.

What the hell was that supposed to mean, "makin' some progress"? Just because I don't want to do everything this town wants me to do doesn't mean I'm some sort of loser. They might not think of me as a loser but I feel like it. I see the looks they give me when I walk around town sometimes. Sure, I can be the local hero every beginning of the month when I have to bring Crazy Earl down from the roof, but they will never look at me the same after what happened between Zoe and I. You know, if it wasn't for that damn blog, they probably wouldn't know half of it.

So after sitting on the hood of my car, now on my third beer, for about an hour now, I assume that that stupid meeting is almost done. Just as I close my eyes, I hear the familiar sound of heels walking towards me. Now, I know it's got to be just my imagination. The clicking of heels continues coming towards me with the sound of a rolling suitcase. I turn my head and open my eyes and standin' there right in front of me is that familiar pair of short shorts.

A/N: I know this is another short chapter but real life is calling my name. That being said, I have to go work my double -_- Thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed, and favorited! That makes me so happy waking up and seeing all of the notifications.