I get back to my seat, and open up my laptop. Re-plug in my headphones, to listen to my favourite playlist, which consists of mainly Avenged Sevenfold songs, as well as some Clutch and H.I.M, and a couple of Cradle of Filth ones too.
As I listen to M. Shadows scream “NIGHTMAAAAAARE!” I close my eyes and am in a complete state of relaxation. I feel as though I am drifting off after a couple of songs, when I suddenly get repeated taps on my shoulder.
I open my eyes, and there he is again. “Zacky. What a pleasant surprise,” I say in a somewhat sarcastic tone, “to what do I owe the pleasure?” I continue. He just gives me a smile, and lifts up his carry-on luggage.
“Mind if I re-locate?”
“Depends, are you gonna be as cocky as you were before?” I throw him a flirty smile.
“Cocky?” he says in a sarcastically shocked tone, “Never! I would just like to sit next to someone who is a like-minded metal-head, and won’t mind my music being relatively loud.”
He informs. With a raised eyebrow
“Well as it seems, you have come to the right person, but I warn you now, do not interrupt my slumber again, there will be dire consequences.” I say in a very theatrical manner.
“I don’t wish to die, on this flight.” Zacky replies with a tone, that I just can’t help but smile at.
He notices me blushing, before I do, and gives a cocky smile. He places one of his bags in the above-head storage, and keeps one with him. As I am in the middle seat of a 3-seater, I make it quite known by my stubbornness, that I will not be moving, and that Zacky has to have the seat on the aisle side. He smiles, it occurred to me that he doesn’t care where he sits really.
He fiddles around for a while, trying to get comfortable, the whole time I have my head slightly turned to look at him. My eyebrows are raised and I watch him with a confused yet amused expression on my face.
“You right there?” I say as I smirk at him.
“What? I’m getting comfortable.” He says letting out a little chuckle.
“Please, keep fidgeting; I don’t believe you’ve done it enough.” I reply in a sarcastic tone, and then I smile. He just chuckles.
I feel like a complete idiot! Since bumping into him, I haven’t been able to wipe the smile off my face. What is it about guys with tattoos that make me go all giddy, like a school girl? Not to mention, he can play the guitar like a GOD! The way that Zacky and Syn play guitar makes me go weak at the knees. Damn these rocker boys!