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New Places,
New Faces

By bLAdeKilljoy6S

 

I awoke to whispers in the dark room, I opened my eyes and looked around. Where the fuck was I? I
asked myself. Then I remembered, I was anywhere BUT home. Home now didn't exist and I was totally
not here, everything- every memory, every laugh, even my name now seized to exist. I was no longer
real...

"Sleep well?" Zacky asked from the door way of the dark room.

"I guess, when did I crash?"

"Not even five minutes after we left, your sister didn't even make it to the car."

"Speaking of the devil. Where is she?"

"Off with Johnny somewhere, it's just me and you for now."

I shrugged my shoulders and stood up, I was still dressed in the torn light blue jeans I had on and
the hoodie I wore. I stood there awkwardly.

"Where's all my clothes and stuff?" I asked.

Then it dawned on him.

"Oh, Johnny and I went ahead and unpacked your things for you two. I hope you didn't mind."

"It's fine, thanks."

I walked over to my dresser and pulled out some new clothes. Which consisted of a set of another set
of lightblue jeans and a plaid quater sleeved shirt. I dressed and did my hair and make up, I walked
down the hallway of the house and down the stairs. I smelled the fresh smell of fried bacon and
followed the scent finding Zacky standing over the stove cooking.

"Mmm, smells good." I said sitting down on the side of the bar.

He jumped at least ten feet in the air.

"Jesus Christ, don't scare me like that!" he yelled.

"Sorry, jumpy much?"

"Very." he said scooping out the bacon and putting it on two plates with pancakes next to it.

He handed me a plate and we sat down and ate.

"Uhm, thanks." I said when we finished.

"No problem."

"So there's this thing that I gotta talk to you about..."

"Yeah?"

"Did you implant that dream in my head?" I asked.

"Maybe so,"

"So you do know about it?"

He nodded his head.

"Yeah, I know everything about you. I mean I am your guardian angel."

I chuckled.

"So did you want to kiss me?" I asked playfully.

Zacky blushed, he then began to choke and stutter on his words.

"Uhm, I..."

I smirked.

"I do know you wanna kiss me though."

"Maybe so,"

He fumbled with his fingers, I heard the front door shut and two figures walked down the front hall
towards the kitchen. They avoided my eye contact and looked towards Zacky.

"That her?" Brian asked.

Zacky nodded.

Matt and Brian, then both turned towards me.

"You and your sister must be quite the problem if Zacky and Johnny had to take you away."

"Maybe, I don't know... We don't really look for trouble, it finds us."

Matt smirked.

"Yeah, I used to say the same thing to my principle.... But y'know that only worked like... Never."

I chuckled.

"Yeah, well you were never probably as smooth with it as I am."

"Oh really?"

"Dude, I've gotten myself out of like six speeding tickets, one arrest and three suspensions."

"Nice." Brian said smiling.

"Yeah, I'm just good like that."

Rae and Johnny then walked in. Johnny and Rae laughing and giggling, they walked into the kitchen
and Johnny dropped his arm around Rae's waist. I raised one eyebrown and she motioned with her eyes
upstairs. I followed and we got up and walked away.

"So I know you're dying to tell me, so spill it." I stated as soon as I shut her bedroom door.

"He likes me!" she squealed.

"Calm." I said and she stopped jumping up and down like a freakish fan girl.

"And how do you know this."

"We were just talking and he told me."

"Yeah, well lucky for you. The only thing I got out of Zacky was that he wanted to kiss me." I
grumbled.

"Aw, you'll get your chance soon."

"Yeah, right..."

 

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