During the 22 hour flight, Zacky and I got talking. We talked about whatever came up. Things like about tattoos, the band, just how legendary Metallica is and what the hell is wrong with the new generation!
I found myself laughing and having a good time whilst in Zacky’s company, which is odd because for the past few weeks, all I’ve wanted to do is just be by myself. I tore the head off of anyone who got in my face, but with Zacky, things were very different.

I had been on the flight for about 6 hours now, and I was getting quite tired. I pulled up my laptop, made my seat recline, put my blanket over myself, and put my laptop on my lap. I put in my headphones, and was about to watch a movie, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Yes?” I enquired.

“What are you watching?” asks Zacky, all excited like a little kid on Christmas morning.

“I’m not sure yet. Why?” I reply.

“Can I watch with you?” he asks innocently.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“What genre do you usually watch?” I ask with seriousness.
Zacky sighs, and makes a face to indicate that he is thinking.

“I dunno… action, thriller, and horror! Anything like that really.” He says with a big grin on his face.

“That’s ok then. For a minute there I thought you sucked.”

“Oh really?” asks Zacky, turning in his seat to face me more.

“Yes, really. If you were gonna say you liked that Rom-Com crap, I was gonna lose my shit.” I laugh.

“Do I look like I have a vagina?” says Zacky with his eyebrows raised.

“I don’t know! Do you?” I say, my face suddenly going all serious.

“One moment.” Zacky puts up one finger to me, and checks in his pants, and I laugh.

“Well, unlike you, I KNOW I have a vagina, and I also have a pretty good tattoo as well.” I reply, after finally calming down. Zacky looks down at my chest with a grin on his face, once he stops on it; his grin grows and then looks back up at my face.

“Yeah. You do.” He says with the biggest grin I have ever seen. I raise one of my eyebrows, and have a cheeky little smirk. For some reason, I don’t think he was checking out my tattoo.

I suddenly felt myself leaning towards him, and given what happened next, Zacky felt the same thing. When our lips collided, it was like something out of a movie. The cliché of it all made me grin. Our lips were moving together in a motion that was in perfect sync. His left hand was caressing my face, and his tongue pressing on my teeth. I granted him entry. My heart started to pound, and my stomach filled with butterflies. It was as though I had no control over what I was doing, and I let it happen. I had managed to control myself, and then we stopped.

With his hand still on the side of my face. I opened my eyes, and looked up at him. God this felt like a fucking movie! A smile swept across both of our faces, and I gave a little chuckle, then so did he.

“Well. That was interesting.” I finally say.

“Yeah. You’re a good kisser.” Says a smiling Zacky.

“Yeah… You’re not too bad yourself.” I say and then I wink. At this we both laugh, and return to our movie.

Notes

I'M BAAAAACK!!!!!

Not one of my best chapters, but it should siffice until my next update Lovelies!!

I promise to try and make up for my absence, however, these will be the last updates until I get a new laptop.
I am sorry I don't know when that is, but if my calculations are correct, it should be sometime around Christmas..
Good present hey? ;)

Mayday OUT!!
Make love not war and all that sappy shit!!
xoxo Magenta