Three Months and You're Mine (In Too Deep) by Casey McMillin Page B
Authors: Casey McMillin
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Just get over it and get better."
Zack: "That's a great idea, Meredith, but right now my ass is asleep because I'm stuck in this freaking bed, and my mom forgot to bring my bathroom stuff up here when she went home earlier."
Me: "Can I bring you something? Bathroom stuff (whatever that is) or a movie? I'd really love to do that."
Zack: "It's all right. My mom already packed a bag of stuff I asked her to get from my house. There's a bunch of movies in there, she just forgot it at her house. My stepdad's coming in the morning. He'll bring it."
Me: "You sure he'll know what to bring? I'll get you some good stuff. There are at least three Redboxes between me and you, and I have good taste in movies."
Zack: "I really don't want you to have to do that. I was going to try to go to bed soon anyway."
Me: "If you change your mind, I'd be happy to come up there."
Zack: "I'm sure you're tired after your first day of work, and I'm good. Thanks for the offer. I might take you up on it if my stepdad forgets in the morning."
Me: " Okee Dokee. Well, I'm thinking about you, and I know you'll be up and around really soon."
Zack: "Thanks."
Me: "You're welcome."
I sort of meant you're welcome in a sarcastic way since he was being so formal with me. Thanks. I wanted to say "Hey it's me, Meredith. Just invite me over already."
I didn't say th at. I just quit texting after that last one I sent. Or maybe I should say he quit texting after that, since the ball was in his court. Oh well, what could I do? I wasn't going to the hospital uninvited, so the only logical choice was to try to forget about him.
I was planning on doing that right after one quick peek on the Internet. I opened my laptop and typed the name Zack Larson into the Google search bar at the top right hand side of my browser. When Zack's search results came up, I clicked on the link for the images results. Thirty or more photos of Zack showed up on the screen. A lot of them were photos of him in or around a swimming pool or on a medal stand, but a fair amount of them were headshots or posed photographs he'd done for endorsements. He looked like a male model for crying out loud.
I clicked on a black and white one that I was particularly pa rtial to then I scrolled to the right to see the enlarged versions of a few of the pictures. I stopped on one where you could really see the beautiful color of his ice blue eyes. I said a little prayer, hoping his eyes had gone unscathed. I stared into them for a few long seconds before hastily closing the browser and then my laptop.
Chapter 12
Zack
Meredith sent me a text offering to bring a movie to the hospital. I almost took her up on it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It wasn't personal; I didn't want to see anybody. My accident had been on the news, and people I didn't even know had sent flowers and gifts, and several of my friends and a few people I barely even knew had come up to the hospital to check in on me. I knew it shouldn't bother me that I had guests, I just hated being confined to a bed, and didn't know what to say to any of them. I had to remind myself it was better than nobody caring enough to stop by.
Long story short, I wasn't in the best of moods, and I was in a bad way with my personal hygiene routine. This combination made me less than excited to entertain people. It took a little effort to look like I normally did. I wasn't afraid to admit that I needed a little gunk to keep my mop from looking like a teddy bear. It wasn't just my hair, though. I felt gross in general. Gross that I didn't have my normal soap, deodorant, hair stuff, cologne or anything else for that matter. Not being able to stand up just added to my shame, so I told Meredith not to worry about the movie, and I'd be seeing her later. I hoped it didn't seem too rude to turn her down, but I just couldn't face her in the state of mind I was in right then.
I stayed in the hospital for a total of six days, and when I
Zack: "That's a great idea, Meredith, but right now my ass is asleep because I'm stuck in this freaking bed, and my mom forgot to bring my bathroom stuff up here when she went home earlier."
Me: "Can I bring you something? Bathroom stuff (whatever that is) or a movie? I'd really love to do that."
Zack: "It's all right. My mom already packed a bag of stuff I asked her to get from my house. There's a bunch of movies in there, she just forgot it at her house. My stepdad's coming in the morning. He'll bring it."
Me: "You sure he'll know what to bring? I'll get you some good stuff. There are at least three Redboxes between me and you, and I have good taste in movies."
Zack: "I really don't want you to have to do that. I was going to try to go to bed soon anyway."
Me: "If you change your mind, I'd be happy to come up there."
Zack: "I'm sure you're tired after your first day of work, and I'm good. Thanks for the offer. I might take you up on it if my stepdad forgets in the morning."
Me: " Okee Dokee. Well, I'm thinking about you, and I know you'll be up and around really soon."
Zack: "Thanks."
Me: "You're welcome."
I sort of meant you're welcome in a sarcastic way since he was being so formal with me. Thanks. I wanted to say "Hey it's me, Meredith. Just invite me over already."
I didn't say th at. I just quit texting after that last one I sent. Or maybe I should say he quit texting after that, since the ball was in his court. Oh well, what could I do? I wasn't going to the hospital uninvited, so the only logical choice was to try to forget about him.
I was planning on doing that right after one quick peek on the Internet. I opened my laptop and typed the name Zack Larson into the Google search bar at the top right hand side of my browser. When Zack's search results came up, I clicked on the link for the images results. Thirty or more photos of Zack showed up on the screen. A lot of them were photos of him in or around a swimming pool or on a medal stand, but a fair amount of them were headshots or posed photographs he'd done for endorsements. He looked like a male model for crying out loud.
I clicked on a black and white one that I was particularly pa rtial to then I scrolled to the right to see the enlarged versions of a few of the pictures. I stopped on one where you could really see the beautiful color of his ice blue eyes. I said a little prayer, hoping his eyes had gone unscathed. I stared into them for a few long seconds before hastily closing the browser and then my laptop.
Chapter 12
Zack
Meredith sent me a text offering to bring a movie to the hospital. I almost took her up on it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It wasn't personal; I didn't want to see anybody. My accident had been on the news, and people I didn't even know had sent flowers and gifts, and several of my friends and a few people I barely even knew had come up to the hospital to check in on me. I knew it shouldn't bother me that I had guests, I just hated being confined to a bed, and didn't know what to say to any of them. I had to remind myself it was better than nobody caring enough to stop by.
Long story short, I wasn't in the best of moods, and I was in a bad way with my personal hygiene routine. This combination made me less than excited to entertain people. It took a little effort to look like I normally did. I wasn't afraid to admit that I needed a little gunk to keep my mop from looking like a teddy bear. It wasn't just my hair, though. I felt gross in general. Gross that I didn't have my normal soap, deodorant, hair stuff, cologne or anything else for that matter. Not being able to stand up just added to my shame, so I told Meredith not to worry about the movie, and I'd be seeing her later. I hoped it didn't seem too rude to turn her down, but I just couldn't face her in the state of mind I was in right then.
I stayed in the hospital for a total of six days, and when I
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