I Do Something I Haven’t Done in Three Years is the eightieth chapter of Zak Saturday's Immortal Love Life. It was first published on March 20, 2016.


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Sarah's POV

I was sitting by the Missouri River, skipping some rocks across it, when Zack came and joined me.

“You’re boyfriend is a pain sometimes,” he said.

I smiled. “I know. But you can’t hate him for actually being excited to be a dad.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“No. Why?”

“He made us look like complete idiots in front of our parents. And you.”

“Not on purpose. And we were being idiots.”

“I know. But he still didn’t have to do that. And our mom? I’d be careful if I were you when he’s an adult.”

“Mom won’t steal my boyfriend. She has Nick.”

We both laughed.

“How’s it been with you and Selena?” I asked.

“Uh, good,” he replied. “Thanks to Zak’s speech, she’s not too scared anymore and I’m not too worried anymore either.”

“How about your baby?”

“We’re going to check on it at the doctor’s in a few days.”

“Can I tag along and check on my own baby?”

“I don’t see why not. And it’s probably best that you two have the same doctor.”

“Mom’s going to want it to be a female.”


“Well, I guess I should say congratulations that you’re going to be having a baby.”

“Thanks. And congrats to you as well.”


I held my arms out to him and he took the hug.

We pulled away slightly and then it happened. I became so mesmerized by him that I leaned into him like I did the last time we hugged, which was . . . three years ago? Has it really been that long since the last time we hugged? Of course, if this keeps happening every time we do hug, then that’s why it’s been that long.

I leaned in, and Zack did too, until our lips touched. I parted my lips and he slid his tongue in. It felt great, but I eventually pulled away. I turned away from him, stood up, and walked toward our house, feeling mad at myself for what I just did.

Zack grabbed my arm.

“Sarah, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“You know what is,” I replied.

He looked hurt by that response, whether it was for the same reason that I was or because I was rejecting him, I couldn’t tell. Probably the second one, which was worse.

I hated hurting my twin brother, but sometimes, in order to do the right thing, we have to hurt the people we love. This was one of those times.

I yanked my arm out of Zack’s grasp and headed home, not daring to look back once.

Later that night, I was lying on my bed, trying hard not to think about my kiss with Zack earlier, but it was no use.

I hadn’t really thought about our first kiss in a long time. Being with Zak really made me forget all about it. But, now, that was all I could think about. I liked it. And the weirdest part of all was that it didn’t feel weird or wrong.

Wait . . . it didn’t feel weird. Why didn’t it feel weird? I wondered if it felt weird to Zack.

Only one way to find out. I got up from my bed and headed to Zack’s room.

“Zack,” I called, opening his bedroom door enough so that I could peek in.

He was lying on his bed, looking kind of mad. “What?”

“Can I ask you something?”


I entered the room, closed his bedroom door behind me and went to sit down on the side of his bed.

“That kiss we had, did it feel weird to you?” I asked him.

“No,” he replied, sitting up on his bed. “Did it to you?”

I shook my head. “No. Why do you think that is?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to try it again and see if it feels weird this time?”

“Uh, sure.”

I leaned in and kissed him a few times, then I pulled away. “Did that feel weird to you?”

Zack shook his head. “No. You?”

“No. Let’s try it again.”

We did, but still nothing. We just enjoyed it.

“Hold on,” Zack said. “Let me try something.”

He kissed me.

I parted my lips, he slid his tongue in, wrapped it around mine, grabbed it with his teeth, and pulled it toward him, bringing my mouth closer to his.

“Whoa,” I said. “That was . . .”

“Not weird?” he suggested.

I shook my head. “No. Do it again."

He smiled with satisfaction. “With pleasure.”

We continued to make out for the rest of the night, declaring that it wasn’t weird at all for us. It went that way every night for the first few days, then it became more.

“Zack, are you sure you wanna do this?” I asked him.

“Only if you want to,” he replied.

I nodded.

He kissed my lips, then went down to my neck. Then he lifted my shirt off of me and, well . . . you can probably figure out the rest.

Yeah, but we don't want to. Alright, well, we're back to this crap, which will be resolved in the next chapter with advice on how to deal with this kind of temptation, or any kind really.

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