"So," he starts.

"So." I say.

I sigh and walk a bit slower than before. He puts his hand in his pockets, walking my pace. I see a bench and start to sit down.

"So?" Zach asks reluctantly.

"Soooooo, my parents are.. are-"

"Getting a divorce?"

"Yeah," I sigh. "How did you know?"

He chuckles and takes my hand.

"I've been to your house before."

He laughs and I guess expects me to laugh too, but tears start to pool in my eyes. I love my parents, and I never would have expected the news. They have been arguing more, but I didn't think _this_.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. It's going to be okay Melody," he wipes the tears from my eyes.

I sniffle and accept his welcoming hug. I rest my head on his sweater, which smells good. He brushes my hair for comfort. I look up at his crystal grey eyes, with a hint of blue. I see empathy, and trying to help. I give him a helpless smile, and he gently strokes my cheek.

"Thank you," I whisper.

He leans down and my lips part. His lips brush mine gently, and I accept it. He pulls back slowly, with a wide smile across his face.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he whispers in my ear.

My emotions are on high, so tears shed down my face. My parents are getting a divorce, and my best friend just kissed me.

"Oh Melody. I'm sorry. Just pretend that never happened. Oh crap."

I start to cry more because his kiss felt good. Like I want more of them. He stiffens the hug and the tears get stronger. I pull him back into a hug, closer than before. I want to cry on his shoulder, but he pats my back like a dad would.

"Stop it!" I cry.

He looks taken aback and doesn't seem to know what to do. So I kiss him.

"Melody," he starts with his eyes in awe.

I just smile at his with tear stained cheeks.

"Kiss me."

And he does. He puts his hands on my lower head, and I wrap mine around his back. Our lips must have been made for eachother because we both smile like there is no tomorrow. I quickly plant my head on his chest, and he hugs me tighter.

"So," he says after a while.

"So." I giggle.

"Will you be-"

"Yes I will be your girlfriend!" I grin.

"How did you-?"

"We are best friends you know."

He kisses me again, light and short. We hug for at least an hour, in the silence. It's comforting, the good kind of silence. Im just glad I don't have to go home, and I have a boyfriend.