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Chapter Twenty-Three

"Ugh. I can't believe her!" I said, pacing back and forth in my dad's old study. I guess it was mine now that my dad was gone. It's not like my mom needed it, except as another room to have sex in. The thought made me even angrier.

"It wasn't that bad." Jason said, trying to reassure me.

I turned on him, furious. Not that any of this was his fault of course, but he should know better than to try and calm me down when I get riled up. "Not that bad! I'm sorry, are you actually defending her? What, did you like it or something? Did it stoke your ego?"

"Of course not." He said, getting up and grabbing my shoulders, trying to stop me from pacing. I shook him off.

"I mean, who does that? Who sits around and thinks, 'hm, my daughters coming home for her first holiday since starting college, and she's bringing her new boyfriend. Why don't I try and hook up with him?' "

"She was really drunk, Zo. She probably didn't even know who I was."

"Drinking is not an excuse. Not for her. If it were, she'd be blameless of more than half the mistakes she's made my entire life. Honestly, it's a miracle I wasn't a love child."

"Zoe, come on, calm, down."

"No. I won't calm down. This is my house, and if I want to lock myself up in a room and throw a fit then I will. My mother just tried to seduce my boyfriend, I think I'm justified."

He comes up and grabs my arms again. This time I let him. He starts rubbing them soothingly, "I know that it wasn't the homecoming you were hoping for, but do you really want to waste this break being mad? We got a few weeks of no classes, no tests, just relaxing and shopping and hanging out. Don't let your mother spoil that."

I sigh, "I know, you're right, it's just … it's like my worst nightmare. I'm always worried you're going to get propositioned by some girl and go off with her, and then I tell my mom I'm bringing a guy home, meaning it's at least serious enough for you guys to meet and she -"

"Whoa, hey, back up, why would I go off with some other girl?"

Oops. Talk about saying too much. "Because, you're, you're you, and I'm me."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, you're like, perfect, smart, and handsome, and popular, and from a good family, and I'm the geeky, uptight, prude you're dating."

"Okay, first off, I'm hardly perfect. Second, you're smart, but one look at you would tell any guy with eyes you're no geek, we're both uptight, and as far as being a prude, well, I get that you want to wait."

"So, what, you're saying if I keep holding off on the sex, you're just going to keep waiting around? Please, no guy is that patient."

"This guy is. I'm willing to wait."

I smile. He's so sweet. But, deep down, I know he's lying. So, I do the only logical thing a virgin in her first year of college can do when her experienced, patient boyfriend has just had to turn down the advances of her experienced and, unfortunately, still attractive mother. I start kissing him. And then I lower him onto the desk. When I reach for his belt, he stops me, "You sure?" I nod, "Zoe, you don't have to do this."

"I know." I lie. Of course I have to do this. It's the only way a girl like me could keep a guy like him around, "I want to." That's true enough. I mean, I want him, obviously. We wouldn't be together if I didn't. Maybe I'm not exactly as ready as I'd like to be, but sometimes, you have to just bite the bullet and do it.

So, we do. And it's … okay. I mean, it's a little awkward, and it kind of hurts at first, but, it's not like it's horrible or anything. He's nice to me, gentle, and sweet. He says all the right things. He even wants to cuddle after. I don't though. I mean, for god sakes, we're on a desk. It might be sexy, but it is not comfortable. Plus, somebody could walk in. I gather my clothes up, and so does he, and he shoots me a smile as we get dressed, which I try to return, but I have this bizarre sense of foreboding. It just seems like something is about to go very, very wrong.

"I love you Zoe." BAM! There it is.

I smile, and nod, not knowing what to say. My instinct is to tell him it's over right then and there, because this all feels wrong, but we just had sex, and that wouldn't be right. Plus it would kind of make me a slut. I guess I'll stay with him until break ends, then end things when the new semester starts. That seems right. He'll be too busy with classes to even miss me.

I still can't believe I'm doing this. I mean, I never do crazy. Never! But I have to admit, Lavon was right. This damn heat makes it pretty hard to fight your inhibitions. I mean I nearly jumped George earlier when he came into the office. And then when Wade was out there cleaning the pond … god. Okay, he's hot. I admit it. That is one well-toned, juicy specimen of manly-hood that lives across from me. And, it has been a while. I mean, I haven't had sex since I got to Bluebell. Okay, so it's only been, like, a month, but still. And why should other girls get to have one-night-stands and not me? Why is it that they're the ones always eating the forbidden fruit and I just kick the snake away with my heals and go back to trimming the branches. Okay, I don't really believe that story, but make believe it was real for a second. Where would we be if Eve never tasted that forbidden fruit? I doubt she regretted it. In fact, I think she wouldn't have done it any differently. And why am I trying to justify myself anyway. I am doing this. I am unleashing my wild, sexy side, and I am going to have wild, hot, mind-numbing sex with Wade Kinsella until I quiver. I am not going to feel guilty or dirty. I am going to do this, and walk away with no regrets.

Despite my resolve, I feel suddenly shy as I knock on his door. He takes what feels like forever to answer. He's smiling and charming and so sexy, and I can feel the tension building as we approach each other. It's electric. God, I want him. I don't think I realized how much until this very moment. Our eyes lock, and he looks at me, and I feel a thud in my chest. Nobody's ever looked at me like that before. I haven o clue what it means, but I kind of like it, even though it's also sort of scaring me and I don't know why. I feel like we're on the precipice of something, something epic. It's like that moment before fireworks go off and everything changes. And I want it to. I want it to change. I don't know what it will become, but there's something glorious on the horizon. I can feel it. Almost taste it. We're inches from each other. The space is closing.

Then the rain hits, and I don't know if I'm grateful of disappointed. But it snaps me back to my senses. What am I doing? A one-not-stand? With Wade? Have I lost my mind completely? I'm not the one-night-stand kind of girl. I never can be. For a brief moment, I thought … but that's not me. I don't just hop into bed randomly, not unless I feel something, not unless there's a future. And Wade and I could never have a future. I mean, he's Wade.

Okay, I'll admit, he's not the world's worst guy. He is on of the only people who didn't turn on me after the whole parade debacle. And he has tried to be there for me.

"Looks like the heat wave broke." I hear him say. "Doesn't mean you can't come inside."

"Actually it does." I say. I can tell he knew that was coming. Still, he looks so disappointed. "I guess I'm just not that kinda girl." I say, trying to explain. I almost say I'm sorry. I know that Wade could have most any woman he wants, that a one-night-stand with me wouldn't mean any more to him than it would to be with any of the others, and I know you should never, ever apologize for not sleeping with somebody, but he just looks so … I don't know. Like I said, he's not a bad guy, and I do feel sorry that I got his hopes up and had to disappoint him. If I'm being honest, I'm a little disappointed myself. But I just can't go through with it. It's just not me. So I turn and head back to my carriage house, not letting myself look back.

I was sitting on my bed, waiting for George. He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. I wasn't sure if I was angry or worried. It was our one-month anniversary, the first anniversary since we officially became a couple, and it wasn't like George to be late for something that important. What if he got into and accident driving over here? What if he was hurt?

There was a knock on the door and I shot up to get it. There he was, standing with a huge smile on his face.

"Since you are clearly not in pain, and were not in an accident, all I can say is you better have a damn good excuse for being late."

He didn't say anything. He just held up a paper bag for me to take. I opened it and gasped, "How, how …?" I couldn't even finish the sentence.

"I ordered it over the phone last week, told them to have it ready to go."

"And what, you just hopped on a plane to New York and went to Per se?" I asked, stunned.

He nodded, "Yesterday. I stayed in a hotel, did some shopping, and picked it up a couple hours ago. Stored it in a portable icebox, got on a plane, and then my truck, and rushed here as fast as I could."

"I can't believe you did that." I said, still completely mystified.

"Hey, first month anniversaries only happen once."

I giggle and go get the plates. We spread it out on the floor, and sit down to eat. Even reheated, the food is heavenly.

"I gotta say, a two hour plane ride, goin' in my truck, havin' you open the door angry, all totally, completely worth it."

I nod, "It's even better than I remember."

"That's not what I mean. The food is great, but what makes it worth it is that look on your face. Makin' you smile like that, totally worth it."

I blush, "Have I mentioned how amazing you are?"

He shakes his head, "No, but that's okay. I already know."

"Oh, do you?" I ask, chuckling. He nods, and I lean in to kiss him. And I kiss him. And I kiss him. And I keep kissing him. And I snake my hands under his shirt, running them over his muscles; god he's in great shape. I hear him moan. Then I feel his hands under my shirt. He starts to unhook my bra, but he's taking to damn long, so I shrug my shirt off and take the bra off too. His hands find their way to my breast and I sigh. And then it's just happening. He starts to ask if I'm sure, but I cut him off with my mouth. Of course I'm sure you idiot, I want to scream, but I don't. I let him make me scream in other ways. He's gentle, and sweet, with just enough wild so it's not boring and predictable. And when we're done, I let out a satisfied sigh. I've had sex before, but not like that. Never before had I made love.

When Zoe first wakes up, it takes her a minute to remember where she is. And who she's laying next to. Last night comes back to her. It was amazing. For someone who had waited for her for so long, he was so gentle. She turns to see him sleeping next to her, snoring away peacefully. Of course he's a snorer, she thinks, a smile coming to her face. His grip tightens on her, and she lets him hold her there, not wanting to move, not daring get out of bed and discover this was all a dream.

"Hey Doc." He says as his beautiful eyes open and meets hers. She giggles and feels a blush creep up her face, "Sleep well?"

"What'd'you think?"

He smiles, "Me too."

"I didn't say yes."

He nudges her playfully, "Yeah, but that cute little giggle of yours did." She giggles again, "Want me to go grab us some breakfast?"

Zoe shakes her head, "No. I just want to lie here. With you. Forever."

Wade smirks, "Well, that could get a bit difficult. Not only would we eventually die of starvation, but this bed would probably start to smell, what without us showerin' or, you know, gettin' up to relieve ourselves."

She shoves him playfully, "Ew! Wade!"

"Just sayin' the truth." He said, shrugging.

"Well, I didn't actually mean forever Mr. Literal. I just … I wanna lie here a little longer. Make sure this is really happening." Wade chuckles, "What?"

"Nothin', just, that's supposed to be my line." Zoe smirks and kisses him. "We could spend the day not in bed together. I mean, there are a lot of other places we can do it. Kitchen, shower, bathroom, get all those necessities done and have sex at the same time."

She shoves him again, "We don't have to have sex all day."

"Why not?"

"Because, there are other things we could do dummy. I know it's girly, but if all I wanted was sex, I could go to anybody."

"That's not true. When you got a medical condition, you don't go to just any doctor if you got a choice; you find the best specialist in the field, and when it comes to sex-"

"Please don't finish that sentence."

Wade laughed, "I know what you're sayin'. You wanna do all that chick stuff, talkin' and picnics and moonlit walks and all that shit."

"Well, I'm not saying we have to be like two people in a Nicholas Sparks novel, but, yeah, I want to spend time with you."

Wade nodded, "Well then, how 'bout you go shower, and I'll pack up a picnic basket."

"Wade, we don't have to-"

"I wanna do this right. I may be a guy, and I may be crude, and I may like sex, but I have been in love with you for so four years now, and I've been waitin' for a chance like this for a long time. Truth is, I'd rather be the leading man starin' opposite you in the most nauseatingly cheesy romantic comedy out there, than star with any other girl or girls out there in the dirtiest, sexiest porno." Zoe chuckled, "'Cause if I'm with you, it'll be dirty and sexy, and romantic, and awesome, and I just wanna be around you so, I'm gonna go make some sandwiches, pack a basket and a blanket, and come back here to get you. And we are gonna drive out and have a picnic, and go for a walk, go fishin', and dance under the stars and do every damn thing I can think of until Nicholas Sparks is callin' us up for tips."

Zoe smiled, "I'm up for everything except the fishing. Slimy and wet doesn't feel sexy or romantic to me."

"But Doc, you love fishin', don't you remember?"

Zoe got up out of bed and started looking around for her bathrobe, "I might not remember everything, but I remember what activates my gag reflex." She said, as she picked up her robe and put it on, "Nice try cowboy."

Wade chuckled, "Well, can't blame a guy for tryin'." He said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. He held her clothes and inhaled her scent. Then, he started kissing her neck, making her moan.

"Hey, what, what happened to that romantic day together you had planned?" Zoe asked breathlessly.

"We can do that in an hour or so." He whispered, turning her around to face him. She dropped her robe from her shoulders and met Wade's lips with her own.

" 'Kay." She said before diving in again.

"Are you sure you don't mind doin' this?" Lemon asked into the phone. It was a stupid question really. When Lemon wanted you to do something, you did it, whether you minded or not.

"It's fine, Lemon, I'm happy to help."

"Good. Magnolia and I should be there by tonight, so we can all strategize tomorrow before we storm down to that college and cut off that man's presumably miniscule appendage."

"Lemon, calm down, okay? I know you want action, but we are going to do this the legal way. It is the only way to win in this sort of situation. Now you, Magnolia, and I will meet after you get up here, and we'll talk about the next course of action. Okay?"

Lemon sighed. She wanted to go crucify this man, but George was right. If they wanted results, they had to follow the letter of the law. "Okay. Thank you George."

"Any time."

Lemon hung up. After Magnolia told Lemon about her professor, the two sisters had talked, and they decided that legal action needed to be taken, which meant contacting George. Bad news; he was out of town. Good news; he was in New York, which was where Magnolia had been going to school, and where this asshole teacher of hers would be. So Lemon had called George to arrange a consultation, and had multitasked during said phone call, booking a flight for this afternoon.

She let out a sigh. All the stress lately made her feel like she was ready to explode. She did her best to hold it in, knowing the multitude of people who could walk in at any minute, many of whom needed her to be strong.

The sound of whistling caused her to look up. Wade came wobbling in on his crutches, looking happier than Lemon had pretty much ever seen him. He headed for this refrigerator and took out bread, mustered, sliced cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, and assorted meats.

"Mornin' Lemon." He said cheerfully, before returning to his whistling. He continued to whistle as he assembled a sandwich.

"What's gotten into you?" Wade just smiled and shrugged, "Who're the sandwiches for?"

"Me."

"And? Come on Wade, you're not likely to put tomatoes in a sandwich unless it's for somebody else."

"Are you implyin' I'm unhealthy?" Wade said in mock-offense.

"I'm implyin' that I know who happens to like turkey, lettuce, Swiss cheese, and sliced tomatoes on wheat bread, and that person is shorter than you with darker hair."

"I certainly hope those aren't the only physical differences you've noticed."

"Wade."

"Okay, all right. Yes. This sandwich is for Zoe. Satisfied?"

"Not quite. Why are you makin' a sandwich for Zoe?"

" 'Cause I invited her on a picnic, and I think it'd be kinda rude to only make one for myself."

"A picnic? Like a date?"

"Who put a silly idea like that into your head?" Wade asked, finishing up the sandwiches and grabbing two bottles of sparkling cider from the refrigerator. "You have a good day now." He said, before heading out the door, presumably to track down a picnic basket.

Zoe waited nervously. She had been through three or for outfits until she finally decided on a simple cute top and jeans. After all, they were picnicking, which was an outdoors thing, so it wasn't like she should wear a dress. Besides, she didn't want to put to much pressure on today. She just wanted to have a good time with Wade, get to know him. Well, she already knew him, but get to know him in the way you get to know somebody you already know pretty well when you are starting to get to know them in a new way. Or something like that.

She heard his truck drive up and ran outside. Then, she stood on her porch, and tried not to seem overly eager.

"Hey." Wade said, climbing up the steps, "You're all ready to go."

"Was I not supposed to be?"

"No, you were. I just expected you to take longer to get ready. Plus, I've never really got to do the whole, come to the door to pick the girl up for the big date thing."

Zoe smiled indulgently. He was so cute, "Well, I could go back in and you could ring the doorbell if you like."

"You're makin' fun of me aren't you?"

"Maybe a little." She answered, holding up her thumb and pointer finger to indicate.

"All right chuckles, get in the car, we got a big day ahead of us."

"Are you sure you're okay to drive? I could-"

"Nah, I got it covered. The doctor said I could handle drivin' at this point in my recovery."

Zoe smiled and followed him. She let him open the door for her, and waited for him to get in on the other side. "So, we almost had sex?" Zoe asked as Wade started pulling out of the driveway.

He looked at her like she was crazy, "Uh, no. We had sex. Don't go forgetting things on me now."

She chuckled, "No, I mean, yes, I know we had sex, but I meant before. I … I had a memory. And we almost had sex, but then it started raining and I … I don't know, changed my mind? It was a little confusing."

"Yeah, that would be your first heat wave. It can get really hot around here, it's almost like a drug; people sort of become a little … wilder. Anyway, you hadn't lived her long, and you still didn't like me much, but apparently you liked me enough to wanna go to bed with me … 'til the heat broke and you came back to your senses."

"I'm sorry." Wade just shrugged. "I know we didn't exactly … get on well when we first met, and maybe I judged you too quickly. You know I don't still think that stuff, right?"

"Maybe it's best we don't talk about stuff you don't remember."

"Don't do that. This thing that's happening with us, yeah, maybe it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't lost my memory, but that doesn't mean it isn't real. It is. I care about you." Wade didn't say anything; he just kept focusing on the road, "For what it's worth, I remember being disappointed. When it started raining."

Wade looks over at Zoe and smiles. She smiles back. Then, she looks past him and her eyes widen. She grabs the wheel, frightened, and turns it. They narrowly avoid hitting an oncoming truck.

"Wade!" Zoe scolds, "What the hell? Eyes on the road! Neither of us need to spend any more time in the hospital!"

Wade smiled as she shrieked at him. It was just so … Zoe. He knew he should be more remorseful, but they were fine, so all he could do was smile at how adorable she was, "Sorry, sorry. Guess I got distracted. That happens when you're drivin' in a car with a pretty girl."

Zoe blushed, "That doesn't make it okay for you to be reckless." She said, but he could tell the flattery had calmed her a bit.

"Yeah. Be a shame if we got in a crash and you forgot everything again, 'specially after all the effort I put into brainwashin' you to like me."

She wanted to chastise him, tell him that wasn't funny. Except it kind of was. Wade could make her accident and her fears and her amnesia funny. He could make anything funny. He knew just the right way to make light of things and calm her down.

"We're leaving Bluebell?" Zoe asked, noting the road sign.

Wade looked away awkwardly, "Yeah, well, I just figured, seein' as the town knows you and George are … well, I just thought it would be easier this way." Zoe nodded, "I mean, if they saw us together, they'd probably think I was, you know, takin' advantage of George's girl havin' amnesia."

"Hey, I'm not George's girl. I'm Zoe. Me. Independent person not defined by who they are or are not in a relationship with." Wade nodded, "And you are not taking advantage of me. If anything, I'm taking advantage of you."

"How do you figure that?"

"Well, it's hard to say no to a girl who can play the amnesia card. Then again, you did a decent job a little while back."

"Yeah, about that … you know I didn't say no cause I, that is, you know I wanted to, right?"

Zoe nodded, "Yeah. Looking back, I can see that. Or assume it, based on what I know now."

They drove in comfortable silence for a while. Finally, Wade pulled over at a park just outside of Bluebell.

"Well, here we are. Nice little spot." Zoe unbelted, but before she could open her door, Wade stilled her hand.

"Let me get the door for ya. It's gentlemanly and date-like and all."

She nodded and waited for him to go around. It sounded like he was maybe struggling a little with his crutches, and she heard him curse once. She was tempted to get out and help him, but it seemed really important to him that he open the door for her, and she didn't want to emasculate him. Eventually, he made his way over to her side and held the door open for her.

"Thanks."

"No sweat." Wade said as grabbed the picnic basket from the front seat. Slowly, he struggled to balance it while staying on his crutches.

"Do you need-?"

Wade shook his head, "Nah, I need the practice. I'll get the hang of these things one of these days."

Zoe giggled, "Well, hopefully, you won't need them that long."

Wade put the basket down, Zoe spread the blanket, and the two of them settled in on the ground.

"Nifty little invention those things." Wade said, motioning to his crutches, "Wonder who invented 'em."

Zoe shrugged, "Beats me."

Wade took out his phone and typed the question into yahoo, "According to yahoo answers, and I quote, 'Since antiquity humans have fashioned support devices to hold themselves up when they became sick or injured. Evidence of such devices dates to 2830 B.C. A carving on the entrance of an Egyptian tomb depicts a figure leaning on a crutch like staff.' And according to answer bag, Emily Schlick patented the first walkin' stick in 1917."

"Well, aren't you all modern."

Wade smiled.

"You're leavin'! Just like that! No warnin'!"

"Magnolia and I just need to go to New York for a couple days; deal with somethin' at her school." Lemon paused in her packing to shoot her sister a reassuring look. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll be back soon. And Lavon'll be here to look after you."

"I'm fifteen. I don't need lookin' after." Lily said with a huff, "It's just a little warning would have been nice. I'm stayin' here with you. I expected more than for you to just … I could come with you. I've always wanted to see New York."

Lemon thought for a moment, then shook her head, "This thing with Magnolia's school, it's complicated. But we'll be back before you know it."

Lily shook her head. She looked like she was about to say something, but instead, she just stomped out, passing Magnolia on her way.

"What crawled up her skirt and died?"

Lemon picked up another neatly folded shirt from her bed and placed it in her suitcase. Magnolia sat on the spot now cleared of the shirt, and picked up another, handing it off to her sister, "She's just … a little upset about us goin' to New York."

"You didn't tell her she could come, did you?" Magnolia asked nervously.

"Sweetheart, of course not." Magnolia relaxed, "You packed?"

She nodded, "All ready to go. You better get started on your mushy goodbye to Lavon. I'd like to leave within the hour." Lemon rolled her eyes and finished up her packing. "I'll put this in the car." Magnolia closed Lemon's suitcase for her and picked it off the bed, "Oh and thanks. For, ya know…" she trialed off awkwardly.

"Of course sweetheart."

"So, I told George and Lemon they could get their own damn ride. But as I'm sure you know by now, people don't go sayin' stuff like that to Lemon. Next day I woke up, my 'ride' wouldn't go. She'd up an' died. Been workin' fine the day before, but all of a sudden she needed new everythin'. To this day, Lemon still swears she had nothin' to do with it … but she always gets this evil smile on her face that gives her away."

Zoe laughed. She was enjoying Wade's stories. It was nice really getting to know somebody. Zoe could tell Wade wasn't holding back. It made sense. She probably had no memories of these stories the first time around because her and Wade had never done this. He had been there the whole time though; how could she have missed him?

"I can't believe how long you've all known each other … or that Lemon knows enough about cars to do something like that. She doesn't seem the auto shop type."

"Oh, she's not. But that girl knew how to pull a prank off; I'm sure she did her research. 'Sides, wreckin' the thing is easy. Fixin' it's hard."

"And did you?"

Wade nodded, taking a bite of his sandwich, "Took a long time to earn the money for the new parts, but yeah, I got 'er runnin' again."

Zoe smiled, "Boys and cars."

Wade snorted, "Yep, I'm just a good ole boy with a good ole ride."

His eyes met Zoe's and he got that feeling people get when it's the right moment to kiss someone. So he did. It was nice, short, sweet, simple, not like the heavy, passionate kisses from the other night. It was different, but good. So, so good.

"I hate to ruin the moment but, uh, what happens when George gets back."

Zoe rolled her eyes, "Can we please not talk about George for, like, five minutes."

"We haven't talked about him at all in the past two an' a half hours we been here."

"Yes. And I'm liking it. So let's just be Wade and Zoe right now, and deal with George when we have to."

Wade shook his head, smiling, "Okay. Your call I guess."

"Thank you. Now, tell me, how did you earn the money to fix your car?"

Author's Note: so, the sites Wade used are the ones I used as well to get that information. Interesting, right. It's sort of a nod to the trivia from her and Wade's picnic date on the show. We only have a few chapters left, but I still have some stuff up my sleeve. Sorry for the lack of Rose. We will definitely see more of her, because some important stuff is going to happen with her soon, but the timing was not right for it to be this chapter. I hope you liked this chapter and am anxious to read your thoughts. Have a good day.