Hey ya'll. I started a new story. I'm actually very proud of what I've got so far. Dess likes it too. Feed back would be greatly appreciated.
Title Stolen Stars and Midnight Kisses
Chapter 1/??
Author ME!!
Pairing Zac/Taylor
Rating as of now...PG
I woke up shaking in a cold sweat. I looked over at my clock, bright red numbers glared 3:45am back at me. I sighed rather loudly and it echoed off the almost bare walls of my bedroom. My fumbling hands knocked over an almost empty glass of water as I searched for cigarettes on my night-stand. After a few frustrating minutes I found them and lit one, letting the nicotine and menthol calm my nerves. I let my mind drift back to my dream for a while. Replaying the better parts and skipping over the ones that made me wake up so suddenly. All in all it wasn't a bad dream, just the last few segments.
After putting my cigarette out in the ashtray that I barely managed to find, I got out of bed to search for my cell phone. I forgot about the glass of water that I had spilled and stepped right into the cold sopping mess. I found my way through the jungle of clothes on my floor to my dresser where my phone was located. I held it securely against me while I slowly found my way back to bed. Once in bed, I pulled the blankets up to my waist and flipped open my phone. The screen lit up the room and temporarily blinded me.
I stared at the screen fighting with myself for a long time. Wondering, sometimes out loud, if I should make the phone call that my heart was begging me to make. After what seemed like hours I made a decision to call. Before I could type the numbers in my phone rang. I let it ring until the caller ID showed me who was calling. It was Zac. Terrified, I answered the phone.
"Hello?" I whispered, afraid that I was still dreaming and would wake up at any second.
"I dreamt about you tonight."
"Same here. I wanna see you." he sighed into the phone. I knew I shouldn't have said I wanted to see him, but I couldn't help myself. I really did want to see him. When he didn't say anything else I checked my phone. He had hung up. I silently cursed myself for being so forward with him. I punched the wall behind my bed and nearly threw my phone across the room. Before I knew what was happening I was crying. Head in my hands and sobbing like a baby. I wiped the tears away as best I could before relocating my cigarettes and lighting yet another one. After no more than two hits, my phone rang again. I didn't bother looking at the caller ID this time, I knew who it was.
"Change your mind about what I said?" I asked him instead of saying hello. I took another long drag off my cigarette.
"You know that's not possible."
”Why, Zac? You only ever tell me that it's not possible. Don't you want to be with me? Don't you want to try?”
”We just can't, Tay. I want to, but we just can't.”
"Please, Zac, I can't take this anymore. I love you. I've always loved you. Why can't we be together?"
"You know why, Tay. I love you too, you know that right?" he asked me. I hiccupped back more tears and forced myself to answer him.
"Yes."
"I know this is hard. It hurts me too. More than I let on. But, it just can't happen. We have to put it behind us."
"I CAN'T! Don't you see that I just can't? I don't care what it takes Zac, I WILL find a way for us to be together."
“You are such a hopeless romantic. How are we going to be together? We're worlds apart.”
“I just told you. I don't care what I have to do, I'm going to find a way for this to work.” I said sternly. He didn't say anything for a long time. I was starting to think he had hung up on me again. Tears welled in my eyes and just as I was going to check my phone to see if he had hung up, I heard him clear his throat.
“Well, I didn't call you for us to get into this again. I called because mom is having a party for the Fourth of July. She wanted me to call you and invite you. She said she doesn't want you to bring anything other than yourself. She misses you, Tay. We all do.” he said softly. I shivered with the thought of seeing him again. Our mom had made this too easy for me this time. Then it dawned on me, the fourth was in two days.
“Why the hell didn't you call me sooner? I have to find a flight and pack. Talk about short notice.”
“I tried to call you. I've tried to call you every night for the past two weeks. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't dial the numbers without hanging up. I knew what we would end up talking about. I was scared.” he admitted. Zac wasn't one to talk about his feelings, he never had been. This little moment of honesty kind of took me off guard.
“All right. Well, I'm gonna have to get off of here now. Since I have to find a flight that will get me to Tulsa by then. Umm, I have a slight favor to ask you.”
“Anything.”
“Can you send someone to pick me up. Someone that isn't you. If you want us to put all this behind us, I don't think riding from the airport to moms house will be a good idea.”
“We can't avoid eachother the whole time your home, Tay. Everyone will know something's wrong.”
“Fine. Just bring someone else with you then. I've gotta go now. I'll see you in a few days.”
“Are you gonna call me when you know what time you're getting in so I can be there to get you?.”
“Of course. Why would you even ask me that?” I laughed. We said our good byes and I got out of bed. I turned on my bedroom light and dug my laptop out from under the mess of clothes on the floor. I found a flight rather easily. I wasn't as worried about it as I made Zac believe I was. I didn't care how much I had to pay, I was going to Tulsa. Instead of getting a flight for the third I got one that left in only a few hours. I grabbed the few remaining clean clothes I had and shoved them into a bag. I took a quick shower, just to wash the sleep off myself. I decided while I was in the shower that I wasn't going to call Zac back until I was in the airport. I didn't want him to think I was purposely trying to see him sooner. After making sure I had everything I needed, I locked my apartment and headed to my car. For the first time in over two years I was going to see Zac. I'd never been more afraid of anything in my entire life.