Counting Stars

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"What shall we do on our day off" I giggle, recalling my uncles words, he makes it seem like we are slaves at a house and we all work for him.

I notice zach just stating at his hands, expression blank, this can't mean something good.

"Zach" I murmer lightly, nudging his arm, making his head shoot to face me.

"Ya" his voice is softer than usual and it seems as if he was deeply in thought of something, and I can already tell that something was bothering him.

I look down at him due to our current position, which is me on the couch, feet hoisted up on the oak table In front of the couch. Zach is currently laying his head on my knee with his body sprawled out on the rest of the couch.

"You seem sad" I say, running a hand threw his floppy jet black hair. god I love his hair so much.

He lightly shrugs, nervously fidgeting with his fingers and avoiding eye contact.

If there's one thing I know about Zachary young, it's that when he's nervous or something is on his mind he fidgets with his hands or bites his lip, that is just one small thing iv come to love about him.

Zach sighs, his eyes searching mine warily, no matter how much I know about his past, no matter how much I tell him he can trust me, he will always have trust issues, it pains me to think, but it's the truth.

So once again, "zach you know you can trust me right?" I sigh, I don't know how many times I have to reassure him, but I'll do it as many as it takes.

Zach's eyes reach mine and he nods, sending me a small smile, before zoning off again.

We both stay quiet for a few minutes, I silently swirl little strands of Zach's hair around my finger and he stares off, thinking I'm guessing.

"What do you think love is?" He blurts, shifting his gaze to me. by now I have dropped his hair and give him a questioning look.

"What do you mean?" I ask slowly, what does he mean what do I think love is, I think love is.... love.

"What would you define love as, like how would you know your in love?" He asks, explaining it for me, nervously shifting his gaze towards his hands.

"Why?" I ask bluntly, not able to come up for a reason where this conversation came up from.

Zach shrugs. "I'm not exactly sure, my patents never said love, I never had a girlfriend before you and I just really don't no anything about it" he says, sighing.

I feel a ping In my stomach, that's right, Zach's parents were idiots, they obviously didn't show they loved him, or if they even really did, but he has no idea how to be in a relationship and what love is.

It takes a lot to be in this relationship if we are being honest, not that that's a bad thing, i couldn't ask for anyone better than zach. but let's face it, he is broken, I'm kind of leading the relationship, which I'm ok with, he does the best he can, and in return for keeping us on the right track, I get zach in general.

He's just so fucking perfect.

"Love is..... well- ok, I would describe love as an emotion, which it is, it's when you feel very deeply for someone and you would do almost anything for them, no matter what the consiqunes, you like the person for who they are and accept there problems as your own, that's how I would define love" Wow I didn't no I had all that in me.

Zach ponders on my response for a moment, he looks deep in thought the way his eye brows are scrunched together and his brown eyes are narrowed.

"You look so cute" I laugh, not able to suprece my awe. god he does the cutest things without even noticing.