Moving to California; I sighed in relief knowing that a family actually wanted me. I knew I wouldn’t even look twice at the adoption forms. I was nothing special, but they saw that I was. Pulling up to my new home, and meeting my new family was overwhelming. I had a new mom and dad, along with an older sister, and two older brothers.

I could tell that I would be happy with this family. The last two, not so much. Matt and I got along great. He was a couple months older than me. Zina was around 8 years older than me. Zacky was only 4 years older. I could tell that him and I would get along great.

He just got back from an 8 month tour. Him and I had a lot in common. We were both left handed. I played guitar, too. I, also, sung and played the piano. As he got home, I was scared to meet him. I wanted him to like me, because of us being new family.

I helped him get his bags into his room. You could tell it was a guys room, because of the stench. It was awful! He was a total guy, no doubt. Although, after meeting him, I couldn’t help but get a slight tingle feel in my stomach. Butterflies, maybe?

He was gorgeous, and the total package. Wait! Did I just say that? I can’t think like that about him, he’s my brother. But, its not blood right? So, wouldn’t it be ok to think that way? I shook my head, clearing the thoughts.

“Zay, you ok?” I heard Zacky asked. I looked over at him, and nodded.

“Oh yeah, sure.” I said, more to myself. I didn’t want him to think I was a girly perv, or anything.

He began to laugh, “Ok, whatever you say Baker.”

I rolled my eyes, looking at him. “One, don’t say that fucking ‘w’ word, Baker Boy. Two, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Ok, chill. Just asked, damn. Oh, you wanna meet the guys later?” He questioned, connecting eyes with mine. My lips turned into a smile.

“Of course, that’d be fucking amazing!” I exclaimed, hugging him. He laughed, pulling me closer.

I wish we could’ve stayed like this. This is pure bliss. He let go, sitting back on his bed. I stood looking at him. He reached over in his bag, pulling out a black shirt. It had a Deathbat, the Avenged Sevenfold logo, on it. I smiled, as he handed it to me.

“It’s not much, but if I knew the exact day you were to come, I would’ve got something more.” He smiled.

“Oh, this is great. Thanks Zacky.” I said, hugging him once again. I felt his hands rest against my lower back. I wanted him, real bad.

Whoever Zacky ended up with, had a long time of love. He was a girls dream guy. He wasn’t the skinniest guy in the world, nor was he the biggest. He was just right, and as from the looks of it, he had the right curves in the right places. He was a hundred percent gorgeous, no questions asked.

“Well, I’m gonna go now. You probably need your rest. I know how it is to travel for a long amount of time.” I said, stopping at his door, looking back.

He smiled, “You could stay in here. I’d love to get to know you more.” I was shocked.

Smiling, I walked back over to him. He made room for me on his bed, as I sat on the opposing side of his. He laid down, I was confused. His face broke into a smile, as he pulled me down beside him. Rough, I like it. I shook my head, once again to clear the dirty thoughts that sworn in my head.

“So, tell me your whole name.” He started. I giggled.

“Zaylyn Embry Baker.. It was Roberts.” I smiled, as he nodded.

“Whats you favorite colors?” He questioned.

“Purple, Black, Grey.” I spoke. He nodded. I guess his were the same.

“Righty or Lefty?” He tilted his head, making a face. I was fit with laughter.

“I’m a lefty.” I smiled. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Any instruments? Musical talent… Uhm, what can you do?” He laughed at his own self.

“I can play the guitar, and piano. I sing. I love to draw, too.” I told him. He nodded, taking the information in.

“Anything that we didn’t cover?” He asked, propping himself up.

“Well, I’m 16. I smoke like a fucking freight train. I’m real blunt, and I’ll call you out if your wrong. I can probably drink you under the table, no problem. When I was 13 I tried my first joint.“ I told him, having to let him take it in, plus, I needed a breath. He nodded for more.

“I have 5 tattoos, already, and we’ll get to those later. I hate flying. I‘ve been adopted twice, this being my third time. Music is my life. I’ve been kicked out of 4 different schools, hence why I guess ’mom’ and ’dad’ adopted me, cause no one wanted me. ” I told him with all honesty. I didn’t want to leave anything out. He looked with a blank expression.

“What?” I asked, scared of the reply.

“You’ll fit right in with my crew. They’ll love you! I already do.” He said. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

I knew he didn’t mean it as love-love. I knew he meant it as in a sister-brother type way. I smiled, hiding the sadness. I didn’t know why I suddenly felt like this. It scared me, because he’s my new brother, and with it being a short period of time of us meeting, I’m starting to fall for him.