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The bus stops abruptly, rousing me from the minimal sleep I had gotten the night before. I lift my head up and attempt to look around. From what I can tell, we were on our way to our next gig. I slam my head back in my pillow and try to fall asleep again, but am rudely interrupted.
“Zaaaaaaacccckkkkyyyyyy. Waaaaakkkkkeeee uppppppp.” Brian’s voice was literally, like, 2 centimeters from my ear and it sent goosebumps down my body. I manage to raise my hand up and flip him the bird. He simply laughed and he poked his finger into my ear.
“What the hell do you want, Bri?” I grumble lowly into my pillow.
“Well, the rest of the band is wondering why your still in bed at 3 o’ clock in the after noon Zachary. You don‘t even have a hangover.” I could tell he was smirking through his sarcastic tone. I turn my head to face him and I slowly crack my eyes open. His gorgeous brown eyes were right in front of mine. I couldn’t help but get a few butterflies flittering wildly, almost impatiently, around my stomach.
“Tell them I’ll be out in like 5 minutes.”
“Ok, you better make it three cause Matt is getting annoyed.” He got up and walked away. I sigh a little to myself, lift my top half up, and arch my back to stretch.
I slowly walk to where everyone else was sitting, and get greeted by everyone laughing at me.
“Nice little friend you got there, Zack! Does he come here often?” I hear the Rev laugh out. It took me a few seconds to realize what he was talking about then it dawned on me that I must’ve gotten a little more out of the dreams I was having last night. It also didn’t help that Brian was right there in my face when I woke up. A rush of warmness creeps over my face in a matter of seconds and I slowly descend to the bathroom to take care of the situation.
I close the door behind me and lock it so no one embarrasses me more. I look down and sigh. I start my business and those brown eyes to which I woke to ran through my mind at once. I’ve never thought in my life I’d ever jack-off to the image of another guy. I guess fate just made it so. I finish up; wash my hands and head to more possible ridicule.
“Well, well, well, what types of dreams we’re YOU dreaming of last night?”
Goddamn, I hate being right.
“Dude, Rev, shut the fuck up.” I snapped. “ And why the hell couldn’t I sleep longer we are going from Colorado to fucking Nevada. It takes a while to get there.”
“Because, we need to talk about what our set list is gonna be.” Matt butted in right away. Brian was right; he did seem annoyed.
“I also don’t think it’s a good thing to be lazy and not help contribute to what were doing today.” I roll my eyes and flop down on the couch with Johnny.
“Well get on with what we’re supposed to “contribute” I wanna go take my shower. How far away are we from Nevada anyway?” I say as a sit Indian style on the couch.
“We’re about 10 hours away dude so quit your bitching. Ok Zacky, since you seem to be the most eager to leave I’ll tell you and Brian what you need to do together.” He pulls out a list and I roll my eyes again due to how annoyingly manger-like he is.
“Ok, Bri, you and him need to go and practice your solos with each other, just in case. And Zacky you need to work on Afterlife a little more, not saying it’s bad just messed up a little bit last show is all. Other than that you’re good to go Diva.” The band found that extremely funny and I sat up immediately and flipped everyone behind me as I stomped to my bunk. I reach into my overly packed suitcase and pull out my black pants and a Night of the Living Dead t-shirt along with my fingerless gloves.
The shower feels good as the warm water washes away my stresses. As I stand there, I can’t stop thinking of the dreams I had last night.
“Bri I have no Idea how these feelings came about. I just know that I love you.” I blushed insanely at this point.
“Zacky, there’s no need to blush baby. I love you too.” He cupped his hands around my face and lightly brushed his thin lips against my plump ones-
“Zack!!!!! Get out of the shower man, your wasting our water! You’ve been in there for an hour!” Matt’s voice shot through my daydreams like a bullet. I growl and turn off the water and step out. I nearly jump out of my skin when I see Brian standing there with his guitar around his neck. His eyes widen.
“Sorry dude…that blister on my finger finally popped when I was playing and I came in to get a band-aid. Here’s your towel.” He looked down at the ground when he out stretched his arm out to give me the towel.
“Thank…you?” I was in a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. “How long have you been in here? I didn’t even hear you come in.” I say wrapping the towel around my waist.
“Err- it doesn’t matter. Let’s go.” He rushed out of the room and I realized he never even got a band-aid. When we get into our bunkroom, I tell him to shut his eyes and I got dressed.
“Ok, let’s get to playin'.” I say reaching forward to get my guitar. I look up at him and notice that he is still blushing from the bathroom encounter.
“Dude, I don’t care if you accidentally saw my junk. It happens.” I snap my fingers in his face to lure him out of the trance he was in. He nods and plugs his guitar in an starts playing immediately. I stare at him for a little bit and catch up to him. Something else was up. He never is this quiet about things. I’ll find out no matter what it takes. ontents here.
The bus stops abruptly, rousing me from the minimal sleep I had gotten the night before. I lift my head up and attempt to look around. From what I can tell, we were on our way to our next gig. I slam my head back in my pillow and try to fall asleep again, but am rudely interrupted.
“Zaaaaaaacccckkkkyyyyyy. Waaaaakkkkkeeee uppppppp.” Brian’s voice was literally, like, 2 centimeters from my ear and it sent goosebumps down my body. I manage to raise my hand up and flip him the bird. He simply laughed and he poked his finger into my ear.
“What the hell do you want, Bri?” I grumble lowly into my pillow.
“Well, the rest of the band is wondering why your still in bed at 3 o’ clock in the after noon Zachary. You don‘t even have a hangover.” I could tell he was smirking through his sarcastic tone. I turn my head to face him and I slowly crack my eyes open. His gorgeous brown eyes were right in front of mine. I couldn’t help but get a few butterflies flittering wildly, almost impatiently, around my stomach.
“Tell them I’ll be out in like 5 minutes.”
“Ok, you better make it three cause Matt is getting annoyed.” He got up and walked away. I sigh a little to myself, lift my top half up, and arch my back to stretch.
I slowly walk to where everyone else was sitting, and get greeted by everyone laughing at me.
“Nice little friend you got there, Zack! Does he come here often?” I hear the Rev laugh out. It took me a few seconds to realize what he was talking about then it dawned on me that I must’ve gotten a little more out of the dreams I was having last night. It also didn’t help that Brian was right there in my face when I woke up. A rush of warmness creeps over my face in a matter of seconds and I slowly descend to the bathroom to take care of the situation.
I close the door behind me and lock it so no one embarrasses me more. I look down and sigh. I start my business and those brown eyes to which I woke to ran through my mind at once. I’ve never thought in my life I’d ever jack-off to the image of another guy. I guess fate just made it so. I finish up; wash my hands and head to more possible ridicule.
“Well, well, well, what types of dreams we’re YOU dreaming of last night?”
Goddamn, I hate being right.
“Dude, Rev, shut the fuck up.” I snapped. “ And why the hell couldn’t I sleep longer we are going from Colorado to fucking Nevada. It takes a while to get there.”
“Because, we need to talk about what our set list is gonna be.” Matt butted in right away. Brian was right; he did seem annoyed.
“I also don’t think it’s a good thing to be lazy and not help contribute to what were doing today.” I roll my eyes and flop down on the couch with Johnny.
“Well get on with what we’re supposed to “contribute” I wanna go take my shower. How far away are we from Nevada anyway?” I say as a sit Indian style on the couch.
“We’re about 10 hours away dude so quit your bitching. Ok Zacky, since you seem to be the most eager to leave I’ll tell you and Brian what you need to do together.” He pulls out a list and I roll my eyes again due to how annoyingly manger-like he is.
“Ok, Bri, you and him need to go and practice your solos with each other, just in case. And Zacky you need to work on Afterlife a little more, not saying it’s bad just messed up a little bit last show is all. Other than that you’re good to go Diva.” The band found that extremely funny and I sat up immediately and flipped everyone behind me as I stomped to my bunk. I reach into my overly packed suitcase and pull out my black pants and a Night of the Living Dead t-shirt along with my fingerless gloves.
The shower feels good as the warm water washes away my stresses. As I stand there, I can’t stop thinking of the dreams I had last night.
“Bri I have no Idea how these feelings came about. I just know that I love you.” I blushed insanely at this point.
“Zacky, there’s no need to blush baby. I love you too.” He cupped his hands around my face and lightly brushed his thin lips against my plump ones-
“Zack!!!!! Get out of the shower man, your wasting our water! You’ve been in there for an hour!” Matt’s voice shot through my daydreams like a bullet. I growl and turn off the water and step out. I nearly jump out of my skin when I see Brian standing there with his guitar around his neck. His eyes widen.
“Sorry dude…that blister on my finger finally popped when I was playing and I came in to get a band-aid. Here’s your towel.” He looked down at the ground when he out stretched his arm out to give me the towel.
“Thank…you?” I was in a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. “How long have you been in here? I didn’t even hear you come in.” I say wrapping the towel around my waist.
“Err- it doesn’t matter. Let’s go.” He rushed out of the room and I realized he never even got a band-aid. When we get into our bunkroom, I tell him to shut his eyes and I got dressed.
“Ok, let’s get to playin'.” I say reaching forward to get my guitar. I look up at him and notice that he is still blushing from the bathroom encounter.
“Dude, I don’t care if you accidentally saw my junk. It happens.” I snap my fingers in his face to lure him out of the trance he was in. He nods and plugs his guitar in an starts playing immediately. I stare at him for a little bit and catch up to him. Something else was up. He never is this quiet about things. I’ll find out no matter what it takes. ontents here.