#muse:zach

Zach walked through the door to his best friends house, checking his phone once more. He had been here plenty of times before, too many to count, actually. His friend wasn't there right now, but he figured he might as well just wait for him to get back, it wasn't uncommon, this place was like a second home to him. He made his way down the hall to his best friend's room, when suddenly he ran into his sister, coming face to face with her dark brown eyes was almost to knock the breath out of him. "Oh -- hey.." He muttered, nervously ruffling his hand through his hair. "Um.. Your brother said I could come in." 

Zach was suppose to arrive at their house early the next morning for camping, but instead of getting up early and making the trip, he simply stayed the night. It had been a rough morning, Zach had never been a morning person, but if this made Lane happy, then he would do it. They were an hour or so out of the city, finally making it on the camp  ground, her parents leaving them to make the tent. Zach took out the box, he was so frustrated at the moment, and had been trying to put the damn thing together for about fifteen minutes now, much to Lane's amusement. He frowned, turning towards her. "I now know why I never went camping. -- These things are impossible." 

zach: so on a scale of 1 - 10  zach: how much do you miss me?