Fighting with Daddy is the eighth chapter of Zak Saturday's Immortal Love Life. It was first published on January 8, 2016.


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Sarah's POV

I felt sorry for Zak having to wait until tomorrow for another sword fight. He looked really sad about it too.

I’m guessing it’s because he realized his feelings for me (thanks to my twin brother) just a few days ago, and he wants to spend more time with me.

I’ll admit, I wanted to spend more time with him, too. But I’m really glad to go home for a while, because I have not seen my dad or my baby sister Emily since before I met the Saturdays, which, was like, almost two weeks ago. I’ve really missed them.

Once we got home, Dad embraced me with a hug. With his brown hair and blue eyes, he looked just like Zack, minus the blue eyes. I wonder if Zack will become a lawyer someday, like our dad is.

Emily was in her room, so mom went to go get her and she seemed really happy to see us. And our pet cat, Silver, came over and brushed up against me.

Silver is a gray house cat with white patches of fur on her chest and paws. She’s a really old cat. She doesn’t look old, though. She looks about four or six years old. My mom’s had her ever since she was seven-years-old, and since my mom is one hundred years old, that makes Silver ninety-three years old. She’s older than the other animals by about fourteen years at least.

After talking for a while about what happened to me and how I met the Saturdays, who they are and what they do for a living, we decided to go outside and play some basketball. Me and Zack versus Mom and Dad, with Emily, Pikachu, and the animals watching.

We did a coin toss, and Mom and Dad won it, so they started with the ball.

Mom’s a good thrower. Zack’s a good thrower and runner. So am I. Dad, well, he’s ok at doing those, put not that good at shooting the ball into the basket, because he misses a lot, so he would give it to Mom to do it while he mostly protects it until he can give it to her and make the basket.

She makes it half the time. The other half, Zack and I manage to block it, or she just misses it.

Mom had the ball and I was blocking her, or trying to anyway, but it’s not that easy to do when she’s taller than you by a few inches. Same with Zack, who was blocking Dad.

Mom kept dribbling the ball in front of her, unsure about what to do, and I kept trying to grab at it, but she would always pick it up and hold it out of reach.

Mom faked threw it to her left and right a few times, which I fell for, and Mom got me out of the way long enough for her to shoot and score right into the basket, barely moving from her spot once.

Zack had the ball, and I was standing near the net, but I couldn’t quite see him because Mom and Dad were both blocking him. Zack kept bouncing the ball and running around, trying to find a way to pass it to me, but Mom and Dad kept blocking me from view.

Zack finally decided to stay in one spot, knowing it was hopeless to keep running, so I made a quick run around Mom and Dad, Zack handed me the ball when I passed him, and I made another quick run around Mom and Dad and was about to slam-dunk the ball into the basket, but Mom surprised me before I could do so, blocking my path.

I was out of ideas.

I had no idea what to do next, so I just backed up a little while Mom and Dad were practically towering over me.

Go to the end of the driveway, Zack told me through telepathy. Make sure not to step out of bounds. Then throw the ball to me as high and far as you can to the other end where I am.

Ok, I responded to him, also through telepathy.

I backed up to the end of the driveway, just a step before I would be out of bounds, and Mom and Dad stood only a few feet from me.

I looked at Zack from between them, and he nodded.

I braced myself.

I grabbed the ball, threw it over Mom and Dad’s heads, high enough to where they couldn’t reach it, then Zack caught the ball and slam-dunked it right into the net.

“Yes,” I cheered, and gave Zack a high-five.

“Nice one, you two,” Mom said. “But don’t think you’ll be able to do that again.”

“We’ll see about that,” Zack said.

Now it’s Mom and Dad’s turn with the ball again.

Mom let’s Dad start with it, so I decide to block him while Zack blocks Mom. They try to move around and get open, but me and Zack just kept blocking them.

Dad bounced the ball in front of him, but he’s not as fast as Mom is, or quite as smart, either.

I take the ball out of his hands, move away from him, then I noticed Zack is open, so I throw the ball toward him, but Mom intercepted it, turns toward the basket, and shoots the ball.

I’m too far from it to get it before it gets into the basket and so is Zack, but we try to stop it anyway.

The ball doesn’t get into the basket because it got intercepted . . . but not by me or Zack.

A girl about our age comes out of no where, grabs the ball before it goes into the hoop, and she shoots it into the basket.

“Yes,” the girl said. “Another point for Sarah and Zack.”

“Selena,” Zack said, and he gave her a hug.

Yep. That’s his girlfriend and my best friend since birth.

“Selena,” Mom said. “You know that point doesn’t count since you weren’t even part of the game, right?”

“Yes, I know,” she said. “I just wanted to help Sarah and Zack. You two seemed like you were beating them.”

“They were,” I admitted. “But we’ve beaten our parents before at basketball.”

“Yeah, but you and Zack looked like you needed the help.”

“We would’ve been able to handle it. But thanks, anyway.”

“Do you guys want to end the game now and hang out with Selena?” Mom asked us.

“Yes,” Zack said immediately.

“Yeah, sure,” I agreed.

“Well, we’re going to go ahead and go inside now,” Dad said.

Mom picked up Emily and held her against her hip. “Make sure you guys come inside for dinner.”

“Ok,” I said.

“Can Selena join us?” Zack asked.

“If her parents are ok with it, then yeah.”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll say yes,” Selena said.

Her parents are my parents best friends.

“Well, then, we’ll see you later,” Dad said.

“Have fun, you guys,” Mom said.

Then she and Dad with Emily, Pikachu, and the animals went inside.

After they were gone, Zack gave Selena a kiss.

“Hi,” he said with a smile.

“Hi,” she replied, also with a smile.

“Oh, get a room,” I said and threw the basketball at them.

They just laughed.

Selena is a very nice and sweet girl with straight blond hair that shines in the sunlight and blue eyes.

“Oh, Sarah,” she said, then walked over to me and gave me a hug. “I can tell you’re jealous of me and your brother, and you want that too, right?”

“I’m not jealous,” I lied, or half lied, because I’m not just jealous.

“Yes, you are. Speaking of which, how’s things between you and Zak? Still just friends?”

“Yes. And just a few days ago, Zack made him realize his feelings for me, and he’s been wanting to spend more time with me ever since.”

“So, you like him less?”

“Well, she thinks that because guys act really stupid around girls they have a crush on,” Zack said. “You know, like most of the guys in our grade at school act around you.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “But no, Zak hasn’t acted different around me at all in the past few days.”

“Not even after you two almost killed each other?” Zack asked.

“What?” Selena asked, surprised.

“Me and Zak just fought more gruesomely than it is when me and my twin brother sword fight.”

“How gruesome?”

“Gruesome enough to where there was a lot of blood from each of them,” Zack said.

I glared at him.

Selena gasped. “What happened?”

“Well, Zak made a pretty big gash near my shoulder, and it was pretty deep and bloody,” I said, showing her the place where it was, now fully healed.

“And you stabbed him right in the stomach after he did that,” Zack said.

Selena gasped again.

“I was just showing him to never let his guard down or that will happen if he does,” I said defensively.

“Oh my gosh,” Selena said. “How much blood did you and Zak lose?”

“A lot. Now can we change the subject?”

“Ok. Well, do you want Zak to be your boyfriend someday?”

“I want to say yes, but I’m not really sure. I mean, I still don’t know that much about him.”

“Well, with what you do know about him, would you date him?”


“Really?” Selena asked. “Are you going to talk to him about it?”

“Of course not,” I said. “I’ll wait for him to talk to me about it.”

“Ok.” She looked at Zack and smiled, and he smiled back.

They started acting awkward, and I knew why.

“If you two want to be alone, you can,” I told them.

“Are you sure?” Zack asked.

“Yeah.” I’m use to it, I wanted to say, but didn’t.

“Ok,” he said with a hurt look on his face, then turned to Selena. “You want to go to your house or stay at mine and go inside?”

“Umm, staying here is fine,” she said.

Zack grabbed her hand, then turned to me, the hurt look still on his face. “I’m sorry, Sarah.”

After they were gone, I made myself not cry and shot some hoops for a while.

Zack had read my mind. He knew that I was use to him and Selena always wanting to be alone together and ditching me in the process of doing so, and he felt bad for it.

And yet he won’t do anything about it.

I couldn’t help but think what would’ve happened if it were vice versa, that if I had a boyfriend before Zack had a girlfriend, and he felt the way I feel now: being neglected by your own twin to be with their boyfriend or girlfriend.

If that happened with me first, and I neglected Zack to be with my boyfriend, I would hate myself.

But would I realize that I’m neglecting my own twin brother? Probably not for a long time.

Would I do something about it when I realized it? Probably.

I didn’t realize how long I was shooting hoops until Mom came outside and told me it was dinner time.

I looked at the sun’s position in the sky and noticed it was close to setting, and I would say that there’s about two hours of sun left until dark.

Usually we eat dinner at 6:00pm, and when I got inside, that’s what the clock read on the stove in the kitchen.

We sat at the table in the dining room, and by we, I mean me, Mom, Dad, Zack, Selena, and Emily, who was sitting in a high chair, of course, since she’s only a baby. Even Pikachu was allowed to join us, but only eating her Pokémon food.

The animals were no where to be seen. I’m guessing they went hunting somewhere in Africa. Their collars give them super speed and they can run around the entire circumference of the earth in five minutes. (I know. I’ve checked.) Plus, they can fly too, so they’ll be able to go across the Atlantic Ocean to get to Africa with no problem.

Mom made lasagna for dinner. (She technically didn’t make it. She bought it pre-baked in a box at the store and just put it in the oven for a couple hours.) She cut slices for each of us and put it on our plates and we started eating.

It was good.

“So, Sarah,” Dad said. “What do you think about that Zak Saturday boy?”

I was confused by that question. But Mom seemed to know what he meant, and she didn’t like that Dad was asking me that.

“Um, what do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean, what do you think about him as your . . . friend?” He said friend like it was a bad word or something.

“Umm, he’s a good friend and very caring.”

“Of you or his family?”

“I would say both.”

“Ah. How do you feel toward him?”

Now Mom looked mad. “Cj, stop.”

“I’m just asking her a couple questions about him,” he said.

“Yeah. Questions that I don’t like.”

“What’s wrong with the questions I’m asking her?”

Mom glared at him. “Don’t act like you don’t know, Cj.”

“Well, I’m her father. I have a right to know.”


“You just don’t like that I’m asking her these questions because you didn’t like it either when your father asked you them too.”

“That’s not true. My father never asked me these kind of questions ’cause he never really said much. My mother was always the one who mostly asked the questions, and most of the time, I lied to her when she asked me these questions because I never liked them. And I’m not going to allow you to ask our daughter these same questions and insist that she answer them.”

“Well, I’m her father, and it is my business to know,” Dad said. “You can’t force me not to ask her.”

Mom glared at him again.

As I’ve said before, my mom is immortal and she has powers that can do almost anything. But Dad, on the other hand, doesn’t have any kind of powers at all, and that makes him a mortal, so Mom actually can force Dad to do whatever she wants him to do, and Dad was wrong to say she can’t do that.

It’s funny to watch Mom prove to Dad that she can, in fact, force him at any time, no matter what.

But I was still confused. “What are you guys talking about?”

Mom and Dad both stared at me, including Pikachu, Zack and Selena.


“Sarah,” Dad said. “What do you feel toward that Zak Saturday kid?”

“Sarah, you don’t have to answer that question,” Mom said.

It’s odd how my dad is the lawyer, my mom isn’t, and yet she’s acting like mine.

I turned to Dad. “Umm, what do you mean by how do I feel toward him? Do you mean—”

“Sarah likes Zak,” Zack interrupted, smiling.

I blushed and got mad. “Zack!”

“Oh, God,” Mom said, covering her face with her hand. She glanced at Dad, who looked mad.

“I thought so,” he said.

Now I know what he and Mom were talking about.

I was scared. Zack looked like he was starting to regret what he just said.

“Sarah,” Dad said calmly, but fiercely. “I don’t want you to see that boy ever again.”

I was shocked. And so was everyone else.

“But, Dad—”

“No buts,” he interrupted.

I looked toward my mom, and she nodded her head, which meant she wanted me to continue.

I turned back to Dad. “No.”

“Excuse me?” he asked, shocked.

“I’m not going to do as you ask.”

“Sarah, you are too young to be dating right now.”

“What about Zack?” I asked, gesturing toward him and Selena. “You let him date, and he’s the exact same age as me.”

“That’s different.”

“How the fuck is that different, Cj?” Mom asked. She had her arms crossed and was definitely mad now.

Apparently, Mom forgot that Emily was in the room, and she seemed to be listening, but I’m not sure how much she actually understood, given the fact that she was only a few months old.

“It just is,” Dad said.

“That’s not fair, Dad,” Zack said.

“Do you want me to not allow you to continue dating Selena so that it will be fair for your sister?”

Zack was speechless. He turned toward Selena with a pained look on his face, Selena looking the same.

I was hurt by that.

“No, Dad,” I said. “Leave them out of this.”

“But, Sarah—” Zack started.

“Stay out of this, Zack,” I interrupted, “before you do something you’ll regret.” I turned back to Dad.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll keep your brother out of this. But you still have to do what I said.”

“I am going to see Zak again,” I said. “And you can’t stop me.”

“What makes you think I can’t stop you?”

“Because first of all, I’m a lot stronger than you. And second of all, you obviously haven’t noticed over the years, but I only do what Mom tells me. I only do what you tell me if she agrees with it. And do you agree, Mom, what Dad’s trying to make me do?”

“Not one damn bit,” she replied. She has a habit of saying curse words when she’s mad.

Emily seemed to feel the tension in the room and started crying.

“Raylee, you can’t be serious,” Dad said. “You know she’s too young to be dating.”

“I don’t care,” she said. “Zack is. But you know what, Cj? You are starting to act a lot like your damn parents.”

His parents?

I’ve never met them before. I don’t even really know their names. I’m guessing that’s because Mom doesn’t like them, and she doesn’t want them near us either.

“It’s called taking responsibility as a parent, Raylee,” Cj said. “Maybe you should try that.”

Mom looked hurt. Zack and I were shocked.

Emily was still crying, and for some reason, Mom and Dad were ignoring her.

“I—I didn’t mean that—” Dad started.

“Guys,” Mom interrupted, talking to us, trying to control her anger. “Can you leave the room, please? And take Emily with you and try to calm her down.”

“If she needs a diaper change, we’re not doing that,” Zack said.

I glared at him. I got up from my seat, picked Emily up from her high chair, and then we, along with Pikachu, left the room and went downstairs to the music room.

After we got there, Zack closed the door behind us. I sat down in front of my piano with Emily on my lap and rocked her a little bit, which seemed to help calm her down. Then I gave her her pacifier and turned to Zack.

“Why did you do that?” I demanded.

“I’m so sorry, Sarah,” he said. “I didn’t—”

“How many times are you going to tell me you’re sorry before you actually do something so that you won’t have to say you’re sorry again?”

He knew what I was referring to.

“I don’t know,” he said carefully. “But I didn’t think Dad was going to react the way he did. I probably should’ve known by the way he was asking you those questions, but I didn’t, and I’m—” He stopped himself.

I’m glad he did, because if he said it again, I probably would’ve hit him.

“Ok,” I said. “But the damage’s been done. I don’t understand why Dad’s doing this. I mean, Selena, did your dad tell you that when he found out you liked Zack?”

“You know he didn’t,” she said.

“Right. So why is my dad like those overprotective fathers I see on TV and yours isn’t?”

“Well, Sarah, my dad knew Zack, and he is your dad’s best friend since high school.”

“So you’re saying that if you didn’t like Zack, but some other boy, your dad might’ve acted the way my dad is now?” I asked.

“Maybe,” Selena said.

“Oh, great. But why?”

“Sarah, he’s your dad, and you’re his little girl. He doesn’t want to see you grow up so fast.”

“Well, sorry, Dad, but your little girl is growing up fast whether you like or not.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little harsh?” Selena asked.

“I don’t care. He made me mad.”

“Not as mad as your mother.”

“Yeah.” I turned to Zack. “Why did you tell Dad that I like Zak?”

“Because you did the same thing to me last year when I told you that I like Selena.”

“Oh, and you wanted to get back at me by doing the same thing?”


“Ok. But if you knew that this was going to happen, would you still have done it?”

“Hell no.”

I nodded. “Ok.”

“So, you’re not going to do what Dad said?” Zack asked.

“Would you if it was Selena?” I asked.

“No. But what if I said yes?”

“Well, one, I would kill you, especially since she’s standing right there; and two, I still wouldn’t listen. I mean, Mom’s not going to keep me from seeing Zak, so I don’t have to worry about it.”

“What if she did?” Selena asked.

“Mom would never do that,” I said.

“But what if she did, Sarah?” Zack asked.

“Well, then, she’ll be able to stop me, and I can’t do anything about it.”

“Would you hate her for doing so?”

“I wouldn’t say hate, but I probably would be really mad.”

I sighed.

Dad said I was too young. Too young.

I handed Emily to Zack, placed my fingers on my piano, and started to play a tune that turned into a song:

Big lights.

Rushing to grow up before you know.
Stop signs.
Everyone tells me I gotta go slow

It’s gonna hurt sometimes
No matter what you do.
But nothing can change my mind.

If I’m too young to fall in love
Why do you keep running through my brain?
If I’m too young to know anything
Then why do I know that I’m just not the same?

Don’t tell me I won’t.
Don’t tell me I can’t feel.
What I’m feeling is real.
’Cause I’m not too young.

Deep thoughts.
Pictures of you and me where ever I go.
To a place where nobody says no.

It’s gonna hurt sometimes
No matter what you do.
But I’ve gotta fall to fly.

If I’m too young to fall in love
Why do you keep running through my brain?
If I’m too young to know anything
Then why do I know that I’m just not the same?

Don’t tell me I won’t.
Don’t tell me I can’t feel.
What I’m feeling is real.
’Cause I’m not too young.

’Cause I’m not too young, no.

And if I’m too young to fall in love
Why do you keep running through my brain?
And if I’m too young to know anything
Then why do I know that I’m just not the same?

Don’t tell me I won’t.
Don’t tell me I can’t feel.
What I’m feeling is real.
’Cause I’m not too young.

’Cause I’m not too young, no.

’Cause I’m not too young.

While I played that, a few tears had streaked down my face.

“That was good, Sarah,” Selena said.

“Yeah,” I agreed, wiping my eyes. “And true. That’s what makes it good.”

“I really am sorry, Sarah,” Zack said.

“I know you are. But right now, I want you to send me there.”

“Send you where?” Zack asked.

“To the Saturdays home. I need to be as far away from here as I can be, and I know you can do that with your powers, right?”

“Yeah. But, Sarah—”

“Tell Mom I’m there whenever you get the chance to,” I interrupted.

“Ok,” he said. “But what if I teleport you to the wrong place?”

“Don’t you know how to control where you teleport to?”

“Yes. But I’ve never teleported someone somewhere without me going with them.”

“Well, this is the perfect time to try. I have my cell phone with me, so if you teleport me to the wrong place, I’ll call you on your cell phone to tell you, ok?”

“Ok,” Zack said. “But don’t bother calling me if I do it right.”

“You could do it wrong, and I may be somewhere that I’m not able to get a signal.”

“Oh. Then send me a text if I get it right, and if I don’t receive it within two minutes of me teleporting you, I’ll come find you.”


“Bye, Sarah,” Selena said. She gave me a hug and I gladly returned it. “I hope to see you again soon.”

“Yeah. So do I,” I said. “Bye. You ready, Zack?”

He nodded. He held up his hand toward me, it started to glow, and I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I was right in front of the Saturday’s house.

Wow. I barely felt a thing.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket. It worked. Thanks.

I put my phone back into my pocket and headed inside the house, looking for Zak. I’m not sure why, though. It’s not like I’m going to tell him what happened tonight.

Even though he’ll want to know why I’m here since I told him I was going to stay home. I needed to do something to get what happened out of my head right now, and I figured Zak would be able to do that.

I don’t know how, but it’s worth a shot.

I’ve looked through half the house already and I, surprisingly, didn’t see anyone. Maybe they’re all out chasing a cryptid. Then again, it is kind of late. The sun has already set here.

Everyone could have gone to bed by now, though it’s not that late. I’ll check the rest of the house before I completely decide that right now.

I was in the living room, and normally Zak would be in here, but he’s not. Maybe he’s in his room.

I started down the hallway when I heard a voice behind me. “Sarah?”

It was Zak.

I turned around to face him.

From what I’ve seen on TV, at school, and read in books, girls who have a crush on someone and whenever they see their crush’s face, they think or act like their hearts have skipped a beat. Or that they’re going to die.

I, on the other hand, didn’t really feel like that at all. And girls normally act so dumb and weak, but I just acted like myself. My mom taught me to do that.

“Hey, Zak,” I said simply.

He was wearing his usual clothes. I think they look cute on him, but seeing him wear the same clothes every single day made me want to hate them, regardless of how good he looks in them.

“Umm, hey,” Zak said. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you were going to stay home this weekend.”

“I was, but things changed,” I said.

“What happened?”

I felt sad at the thought of it. “Well, I got into a fight with my dad, and now he and my mom are probably arguing, and I’m feeling upset about it.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” he said.

Again with the “I’m sorry.” Augh.

“Do you want me to make you a sundae?” Zak asked me. “Maybe it’ll make you feel better.”

I nodded. “Ok. Sure.”

“Alright. Follow me.”

He led me to the kitchen. He gestured me to a stool at his table/counter and I sat down while he prepared the sundae.

He set a large bowl in front of me, then he grabbed all kinds of things from the cabinets and the freezer: Gummy bears, sprinkles, caramel, chocolate chips, whip cream, jawbreakers, and, of course, ice cream. Vanilla and Chocolate, to be exact.

He mixed them all in the bowl and he topped it with a cherry, naturally.

“Tada,” Zak said.

I couldn’t help but laugh.


“It’s just the fact that it looks like the sundaes I’ve seen on TV,” I said with a smile.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes. But it’s way too much for me to eat. And plus, it has a lot of carbs.”

“What are you, on a no-carb diet or something?” Zak said, also with a smile.

“Well, excuse me for not wanting to get fat and be unhealthy,” I said. “But no, I’m just saying I can’t eat this all, and I don’t want to waste it. Do you want to eat it with me?”


He grabbed two spoons out of the drawer, handed one to me, and sat in the stool next to mine. I put the sundae between us on the counter and we started to eat.

I took the cherry off the top first and ate it, sending Zak a smile. He smiled back.

Then I ate the ice cream. And it tasted really good. Maybe I can eat this after all, with it tasting this good.

“So why did you and your dad get into a fight?” Zak asked me.

I really wish he didn’t ask me that, but I figured he would.

“Umm, well, my dad told me that he didn’t want me to see a friend of mine ever again,” I said. “I told him I wasn’t going to do that, and he got mad at me. And my mom was mad at my dad for telling me that.”

“Oh. Why doesn’t your dad want you to see your friend anymore?”

I took another bite of ice cream before I answered.

“He doesn’t like my friend,” I said, which wasn’t really a lie.

“How come?”

“My twin brother said something to our dad about me that’s involving my friend and he didn’t like it. After my mom told us to leave the room after my dad said something hurtful to her, I kind of got into a fight with Zack about what he said, and he’s sorry he said it, but I’m still mad at him. Then I told him to send me here, and here I am.” I took another bite of ice cream.

“Wow,” was all Zak said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. I felt my emotions start to build up, tears trying to push their way out. “To be honest, it’s the first time I’ve ever had a fight with my dad and my twin brother. And it hurts. A lot.”

The tears won their fight, like they always do.

“Hey,” Zak said. “It’ll be alright eventually.”

He stood up from his seat, wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and pulled me close to him.

“I don’t think it’ll be alright with me and my dad for a long time,” I said.

“It will be better soon,” Zak said. “It always is.”

I felt a little better by the comfort, and I looked at him. “You really think so?”

“I know so.”

I gave him a half-hearted smile, and he returned it with a full one.

I didn’t realize how close his face was to mine until I started leaning in, and so did Zak. We kept moving closer and closer to each other until we closed the gap between us and our lips touched.

I couldn’t explain what it felt like to be kissing Zak for the first time, except that it felt amazing. My worry melted away temporarily.

His lips were soft and warm.

I put my hand on his neck, pulling him closer, and he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer too.

I felt his mouth open a bit, so I, for some reason, pushed my tongue inside his mouth and ran into his tongue. I think he was surprised to feel that, but I wasn’t sure.

You know, you would normally think that your first kiss would feel good, but not this good. I think it mostly depends on who your first kiss is with.

Right now, I’m glad mine is with Zak. I wonder what he’s thinking about right now.

I never want this to end.

But of course, it would.

I was starting to lose my breath, which was weird since I could breathe through my nose, but I guess Zak was taking my breath away too fast for my nose to breathe enough to restore it.

I’m not sure if that made sense or not, but I don’t care right now.

“Zak?” a voice called. It was Drew.

Me and Zak stopped kissing and moved away from each other quickly, both of us breathing hard.

Doc and Drew entered the kitchen, so luckily they didn’t see us

“There you are, Zak,” Drew said. “We were wondering where—” She stopped when she noticed me. “Sarah? I thought you were going home this weekend.”

I didn’t say anything. I was in shock for what just happened between me and Zak. I looked at him, and he seemed to be just as shocked.

I felt embarrassed about it. I don’t know why, though. I was too scared to speak, and with one last look at Zak, I left the kitchen and headed to my room.

After I got there, I lied down on top of the bed looking at the ceiling, replaying in my head what just happened.

Zak and I kissed.

And the fact that me telling him what happened between me and my dad led up to that was really weird.

I wonder what’s going to happen now.

“Hey, Sarah,” I heard my mom said.

I noticed her standing next to the bed, which really startled me.

“Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I sighed in relief. “That’s ok. I’m guessing you just teleported here?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Are you ok?”

“Yes and no.”

“What happened?”

“Zak and I kissed.”

Mom’s eyes widened. “What? You and Zak kissed?”

“Yeah, and I’m trying to remember exactly how it happened. How’s Dad?”

“He went out for a while,” Mom said, sitting on the foot of my bed and looking mad.

“To where?” I asked.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. A bar, probably.”

“I didn’t know Dad drank.”

“He use to be an alcoholic and got sober after we were engaged.”

“For you?”

“Yeah. You probably won’t believe this, but me and your father actually first met in a bar.”

“You’re right. I don’t believe you. How?”

“Well, you know how much I hate alcohol. I’ve only drank one glass in my entire life, and that was at my wedding. But one night, about fifteen years ago, I decided I would get drunk and know what it feels like, even though I’ve known since I was very young how wrong it is and have seen proof of how bad it is over the years. But I went to a bar and ordered a margarita. I was sitting next to a man, who was your father, and we started talking for a while. After an hour or so, I decided that it was time for me to go home. I gave my number to your father, without him asking for it might I add, and left. He called me a few months after that, we started going out, and we’ve been together ever since.”

“Wow,” I said. “Did you ever drink that margarita?”

I know, I know. There’s other questions I could’ve ask, and yet I start with that one first?

Mom laughed. “Nope. I really didn’t like the taste of it.”

“Ok. But how come you two started dating a few months after you met?” I asked.

“Your father was going through a rough time in his life then, and he didn’t want to start a new relationship yet.”

“Ok. But was that really the first time you met Dad?”

“Yes,” she said, though she didn’t seem too sure with that answer. “Well, sort of. It was the first time I met your father as an adult.”

“As an adult?” I asked. “You first met Dad when he was a kid?”

“Yeah. I am about sixty years older than your father, but I truly first met him when he was thirteen. I didn’t realize, nine years after that, that it was him until I met his family and I recognized his parents. But the reason I met him when he was thirteen was because something was happening between his older brother, your uncle Rick, and their parents. But that’s a story saved for another time.”

“Umm, ok,” I said. “But if it had something to do with Uncle Rick and his parents, why were you there?”

“Well, I was the Protector of America then as I am now,” Mom said. “But I was there because his parents kicked him out into the streets for doing something that they didn’t like, and he was only fifteen, and too young to be living on his own, so I had to step in.”

“Ok,” I said. “Anyway, what did you do to Dad after he said that hurtful thing to you earlier and you had me, Zack, Selena, Pikachu, and Emily leave the room?”

“Well, first of all, I will say that that wasn’t the first time I’ve been told that. But being told that by the father of your children, who is also your husband, hurts. And second of all, I didn’t hurt him, if you’re wondering, but I did have a serious talk with him.”

“You’ve been told that you’re a bad mother?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Mom replied. “It’s mostly because I don’t discipline you or Zack at all.”

“Oh. Umm, not that I’m complaining, but why don’t you discipline us?”

Mom sighed. “Sarah, what is it that you or your brother do that you need to be disciplined for?”

“Umm, I don’t know.

“Exactly. Why should I discipline you when you didn’t do anything wrong? Besides, it would be hard for me to do that to you guys.”


“Well, like I’ve said, I’m the Protector of America. I’ve witnessed many children being abused by their parents over the years, and I imagine doing that to you and your brother, and it just makes me want to hurt myself instead. And it makes me scared, too.”

“Oh,” was all I said.

“Yeah,” Mom said. “But anyway, let’s get back to your situation. So, you kissed Zak. How did that happen?”

I told her everything from the moment after she told us to leave the table earlier, to when she showed up here to check on me.

Mom smiled when I mentioned the kissing part (she really loves romance).

“Ice cream always does the trick,” she said while still smiling.

I blushed.

“Did you like the kiss?”

“Of course I did,” I said. “Who wouldn’t like their first kiss?”

“I didn’t like mine,” Mom said.

“You didn’t?”

“Well, it was ok. Not as good as I hoped it would be. But I liked my second kiss.”

“You liked your second kiss, but not your first?” I asked.

“It was with a different guy,” she replied. “The first guy broke up with me a couple days after our first kiss.”

“Did he not like the kiss?”

“No. It was something else. But I don’t want to talk about it. So what do you think is going to happen between you and Zak now?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Would it be bad if we got together after this?”

“I don’t see why it would be bad. I mean, you two just proved to each other that you like the other. Why not?”

“Well, what about Dad?”

“Oh, forget your dad,” Mom said. “He doesn’t control what you do with your life or with who.”

“Doesn’t he, though, until I’m eighteen?”

“He is your father, and he does have a right to know who you’re dating until then, yes. In this case with me and your father, he’s not going to enforce anything unless I allow him to, which I’m not going to let him do, even if you are his daughter, which I understand, and you should to. But I don’t see this relationship being harmful, and I would know because I’ve been in those kinds of relationships. Very few of them, but I still knew enough not to continue in them.”

“Ok,” I said. “But I’ll let Zak decide when he wants to talk about it. But I think maybe I should avoid him for a while.”

“Don’t play ‘hard-to-get,’ Sarah,” Mom said. “That’s not going to help at all. The way I like to deal with things is, the sooner you do them, the sooner you’re done with them, good or bad.”

“You could be right.”

I know I said that I want to get together with Zak, but now that I think it’s going to happen, I’m kind of scared.

It won’t be bad, will it?

I hope it won’t be. I just hope.

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  • This is the first chapter that Zak doesn't have a POV in.
  • Sarah and Zak have their first kiss.
  • Sarah's dad, baby sister, and other pet cat make their first appearance.