Friends and Alibis

I hated moving. And even though my friend Katelyn helped me get my stuff packed, I was quite reluctant to do it. Had I known what was going to happen once I’d have moved, my stuff might have been in the moving van already, or not. But since that wasn’t the case I laid face down on my bed while Katelyn packed my things.


Katelyn heaved a sigh after she taped another box closed. “I still don’t get why you’re all like ‘I don’t want to go’, you wanted the job!”


She was right, though. I wanted the job. It was what I’d been working for the past two years. I started as a freelance journalist with a blog until, two years later, I got an offer to write for a magazine in California.


I’d lived in California before, up until I was sixteen, when my parents suddenly decided that I’d be better off in Seattle and I still lived there, eleven years later.


“I know...” I whined into my pillow. “And I really want to go, it’s just, I don’t know... I don’t want to be there all on my own. You know I don’t make friends easily.” I pouted though she couldn’t see it. My face was still pressed into the pillow.


“I’m sure you still know some people there. Come on, May. Get your ass up and help me get your scrapbooks packed up.” When I didn’t move for another five minutes I suddenly felt a weight on my back; Katelyn had probably dumped the scrapbooks on me. I groaned and turned away from her which caused the books to fall down onto the floor with a thud. I heard Katelyn gasp and turned around to look at her with a frown.


“What?” I asked, still frowning.


She pointed to one of the scrapbooks on the floor. It had opened and revealed a picture of me and my friends when I was still in California. “Is that you?” She asked, still with a shocked expression, and pointed to the blonde girl in the middle that was surrounded by a bunch of boys.


“Yeah...” I responded, still confused by her reaction. Katelyn had seen pictures of me as a kid and teenager before, so I couldn’t really point out what the deal was with that particular picture.


“And that one?” She asked, pointing to the smirking black haired boy next to me. I raised an eyebrow at her.


“Zack. You know... The Zack.” She gaped at me but I still couldn’t figure what she had seen that I didn’t.


Zack and I had been friends since Pre School and we had been dating for a year when I was forced to move. I had told Katelyn the whole story before but now she looked at me as if he was some sort of god.


“Y-You mean the Zack is... Oh my god, I’m dying!” She stuttered and then burst out laughing. I watched her roll around for a bit with an expression that either said ‘what the hell are you on’ or ‘why am I even friends with you’; probably both. But when she didn’t stop on her own I playfully slapped her arm and raised my eyebrows even higher.


“Care to explain?” I asked and watched as she wiped off the tears that had leaked, and tried to compose herself.


“That’s the Zack? The Zack Baker? The guy that popped your cherry?” She asked, trying to suppress her laughter but she did quite a bad job at it.
I nodded, my eyebrows must had at least reached my hairline by then but Katelyn burst into laughter again. “Oh god, May. This is golden!”


I scowled at her and she instantly understood that I wanted her to talk to me about whatever it was that made her dissolve into a fit of giggles and laughter.


“You know how you promised to go to that Avenged Sevenfold concert with me when I’m visiting you in Huntington?” She asked and I nodded. Of course I remembered, how could I forget when she wouldn’t shut up about it for two weeks straight? That girl was always passionate about music. I never cared that much about bands for that matter.


“Katelyn, stop changing topics and tell me already!” I pleaded, getting slightly annoyed with
her.


“Oh god, you may be a journalist but you’re so clueless.” She snickered. “That’s Zacky V.” She said with her face flushed red from all the laughing.


“No, his last name is Baker.” I answered, expressing my confusion with a frown.


“Yes, but he is also Zacky V. ...” She told me. “... and that’s M. Shadows, Synyster Gates and the Rev.” She continued, pointing at each one and still trying to suppress the girly giggles she wanted to make. I was sure that I had heard the names before but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Just as I was about to give up and tell Katelyn to ‘tell me or suck it up and never speak of it again’ my brain made *click* and all this information made sense. I gasped and looked at her with wide eyes.


“You mean, like ?” was all that I could say and I noticed Katelyn’s smile widen.


“Yes, they’re Avenged Sevenfold. And you, milady...” She pointed her finger at me before bursting into laughter again. “Apparently, you’ve fucked a rock star.”


I thought about it for a moment, and then grinned at her and shrugged. “Maybe... But you know what?”


“What?” She asked confused.


“I had sex with one of your so called ‘sex gods’ and you didn’t.” I stated and all I could do was laugh at the glare Katelyn was sending me.

Notes

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