Zac sighed. He had been playing his drums for the past two hours, just to take his mind off of thinking. He had been thinking and analyzing so much since he found out that Quinn was coming home. She was due home tomorrow, just a week before Christmas. Was he ready for this? They had been e-mailing, sending letters, and having short conversations on the phone since he got back from LA in late October, and now, just a week before Christmas and a day before she was to arrive, she had sent him another letter.
He couldn't believe it at first. He still looked at her house every time he drove by. Her family (mostly just her father) lived there. He had gotten remarried, and she had two little kids. They were four and six, but he had never met them.
He hadn't even had time to. Out of the last year, he had probably been home a month. He remembered that night in her house. he had long since stopped going back there. Her father said that he kept it all the same. Even the computer, which was still on, with the floating screen saver that said 'cheerleaders suck'. He smiled when he thought of her.
She was on an afternoon flight to Tulsa, and her father would be picking her up. Zac already told her that it wasn't a good idea for him to hang around the airport because he was likely to get mobbed, and people seeing him with a girl probably wasn't a good idea. She was coming over with her father to have dinner with the Hanson's tomorrow night. Zac would have to wait until tomorrow to see her, because he would be in a business meeting until at least six. He looked at his watch. It was eight thirty at night. Less that twenty four hours away! He was so excited, and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep a wink that night. He was finally getting to see Quinn. He wouldn't tell her right away...he would wait until they could build their bond back up again. He planned on making her feel comfortable with him again and then he would break it to her. He was in love with her.
Then, his thoughts wandered to the beeper that had been going nuts over the past week. Zac didn't even know why he had a girlfriend. It's not that he didn't like Monica, she was very nice. Maybe a little ditsy and snotty, but she was someone to talk to in a moment of loneliness, and that was all he needed.
Monica knew he was home, but he didn't care. She was getting a little annoying, but he wasn't just one to go and dump someone. He sighed again. Her father was Zac's producer, and he couldn't just dump his daughter. That would surely make some bad blood, and with their seventh album due out, he just couldn't afford to jeopardize that.
If Quinn hadn't have left, she wouldn't have been in the picture. But she had, and Monica was. He slammed his drumsticks down on the floor, and threw the beeper at a wall, then went upstairs to go to bed.