Counting Stars

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"Monday again" I announce, barging into zachs bedroom.

I know I shouldn't be barging in on him, for all I know he could be doing somthing importand that I shouldn't no about.

But being the careless person I am, I do so anyway.

I find zach by his dresser, he violently jumps, letting out a yelp at my sudden voice and sends me a light glare, dropping the object that was in his hands.

"Jesus savanna, have you ever heard of knocking" he snaps, picking up the still unknown object and brushing it between his hands.

"Iv heard of it" I smirk "I just choose not to use it" I state, raising my head confidently to prove my point.

Zach playfully rolls his eyes, "I noticed"

I let out a sarcastic laugh and pad over to stand beside him, trying to figure out what he could be holding.

"Whatcha got there" I ask, standing my zachs side, trying to get a peak of whatever is in his hands.

"It's nothing" zach murmurs, shoving the object into his pocket and leaving me to stand by the dresser why he heads over to the couch and takes a seat.

"Fine, be like that" I say, plopping down on the oppset side of the couch, avoiding zachs gaze.

"Savanna" he whines, throwing his head back chilishly.

"Please don't be like that"

"Like what" I ask, turning to face a half amused zach.

"That"

"What?"

"That. when you get all distant and and don't go near me" he states.

"I don't do that" I defend myself, sending him a glare and scooting closer to the edge of the couch, only proving his point further.

Zach rolls his eyes. "please, you praticlly just proved my point" he points out.

"So what if I do, you shouldn't be hiding things, for all I know it could be a razor" I half snap, having the feeling of where this is going.

Zach stiffens, sending me a glare.

"It's not a razor" he snaps, jaw clenched tightly.

"Then what is it" I whine, wanting to know what it is really badly now.

Zach sighs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the object, handing it to me.

It's a chain.

"A chain?"

Zach sighs "it was my moms, I don't no why I still have it, I guess it's the only thing that reminds me of my old life"

"Why the hell would you want to remember that" I retort, soon regretting my words.

Zach clenches his jaw, sending me a hard look.

"It's hard to explain" he growls, snatching the chain back and stuffing it in his pocket.

"Ok sorry" I murmer, putting my hands up in defense and sighing back against the couch.

Zach stays silent and just stares at the wall for a moment, face blank and hair covering most of his features.

God why do I have to be so rude, it must be hard for him to just let go of his life like that, I know I wouldn't want to remember any of that but I'm not him.

"Look, I'm sorry ok" I plead, giving in pathetically, I really don't want to fight with zach on a Monday morning.

Zach continues to stare blankly at the wall, expression hard.