If Your Not The One
By: Luna Ace
Summary: She was engaged. So, he had to move on. He tried to move on. Zoey/Chase
Thoughts swirled in his mind. The good and the bad. Feelings that he suppressed years ago-- back when they were in high school. But, he hadn't seen her since then, and he didn't know if he wanted to see her. All ready, in five years-- their pact went down to dust when they graduated in 2009. He' had stayed in California. She had also. But, they drifted apart.
Yet, he saw her in his dreams. She was about five feet, six inches tall. She had blond hair and brunette eyes. To him, she was the prefect girl. She was everything to him, yet he never got the chance to tell her how he felt. And, every time he got on the phone with one of their friends they would tell him it was to late.
She was engaged.
So, he had to move on. He tried to move on. Driving was so much easier when the thoughts of a prefect woman weren't in his head. He looked up at the rear view mirror and saw his refection. His naturally green eyes starred back at him dully. His bushy hair was now darker than it once was.
Why didn't I tell her? She was everything to me. And, now she's not even mine. She's someone else's. Who dared married my girl? Who dared marry Zoey Brooks?
Zoey Brooks was still the most delicate name in his head. And, on his lips. He had seen forever with her a long time ago. That was before Jason Maure. He was a couple of feet taller than her. He had silky black hair and brunette eyes. They had hit it off-- or that was told.
They day she met Jason he was flying in from New York just to tell her he loved her. But, he chicken out, again. And, it was all Jason's fault. She couldn't stop talking about Jason. He was smart, funny, and a good listener.
Wait... that sounds like me. Zoey why couldn't you see the prefect guy was right in front of you?
And, just like that his own heart closed up. He didn't give a damn anymore. And, yet here he was driving on the outskirts of Malibu, California. Looking for a sign to turn around. He wanted to. But his heart keep calling her name. And, it felt like he was dying inside.
She had e-mailed him a place and a time.
But as to a reason why? She had left it blank. And, the only real time they could met was on a weekend. Like today. He was a journalist for the Sacramento Bee. And, she was a very successful fashion designer with her new fashion- ZB Fashion.
He checked the dash board. 4:59. Great. Just great. He only had two minutes or else he would be presumed late wouldn't he? But, then again he he hadn't talk to her in years. Would she care? Would she be late as well?
More thoughts entered his mind as he arrived at the beach. Their Beach, he reminded himself. He sighed as he stepped out of the car. This place made him nostalgic. Things happened here as well. Like the little beach party they had years ago at the end of the girl's first semester. By them him and Zoey were good friends.
"Then it all went wrong," he muttered not letting himself relive his past.
She sighed. She was pumped for this. Well... sort of. The last couple of weeks had been horrible for her. Ever since the beginning of the month she had been living in hell. Right away she called her old roommates and asked them to fly over to California.
Nicole Bristow was the first one to fly in. She had brunette hair and eyes. And, loved to ramble on about various things. Then Lola Martinez flew in from England, where she was shooting her next movie. She was a natural born actress who was discover just weeks after they graduated. Last but not least Quinn Pensky, their resident geek/scientist drove to where Zoey lived. Quinn had just begun working as a Professor in Davis.
The three girls had an all girls day the weekend they all showed up. They knew that Zoey really needed it, and she would soon tell them what was wrong. They knew something was wrong when she had proposed to have a get together without the raging testosterone group of their male friends.
"Ok Zoe what's wrong?" Quinn quietly asked that night as they entered her condo.
She rolled her eyes. She didn't expect Quinn to ask her first. She expected Nicole to ask. Or Lola. She sighed, and knew it was now or never.
"You guys know how my wedding is next week right?" Zoey asked quietly.
The three girls put down their purchases and looked at Zoey and nodded.
She let go of breathe of air she didn't know she was holding and then closed the door. She looked down to her right hand where a beautiful white diamond ring used to be. It was now or never. It was time to tell her friends the truth.
"I'm not getting married." she said.
Each of their faces show some signs of shock. And, Zoey didn't know what to do. She knew she had to explain.
"A couple of my co-workers and I went to dinner a few weeks ago. Some of them brought dates. And, well it just got out of hand. I saw Jason flirting with my secretary. And, when dessert came they had excused themselves--"
She couldn't finish as flashbacks if that night appeared in her head. She shook them away. What was she going to do now? The pact she made with her bushy haired friend was down the drain. All she had to count on was these three women.
"It's okay," Lola said.
"We're here for you don't forget that." Nicole had told her.
And, now she was staying at a condo in a town called Roseville. Where she lived before was Williamsburg. It was close to the border of California and Oregon. That's where Jason lived and stayed after she threw her engagement ring at him.
She blinked. She then remember where she was right now. On the beach-- thinking over her life. The life she desperately wanted to share with all her friends. Even her bushy haired friend. And, she hadn't seen him in years.
Yet, she sent him an e-mail.
And, she got no response. She had begun to wonder if he ever show up. She was laying down on a towel getting –or trying to get a perfect tan. She laughed to herself. There was no way in hell someone could get a perfect tan. Could they? Would they?
She lazily lifted her left hand and checked the time. 5:00. He was running late. She then begun to stand up and stretch. She then flopped down and reached into a green thicket basket and pulled out some water.
She began to wonder why she was here. To her she could be anywhere. But, most of all she wanted to be here. This was was were it all began. Her life began here, and somehow she felt as if it ended here. Yet, she heard foot steps and looked in the direction they were coming.
And, there he was.
She knew that things were going to change. She would hope for the best though. It was all about fixing their friendship.
A/N: All right. This is my very first Zoey 101 fan fiction piece. I would really like some feedback on this.
R&R!
-Ace!