Self-Titled Album and Synacky
Synacky at the hotel
*Zacky*
I was depressed. I needed alcohol and cigarettes. I was ready to open the bottle when I heard my phone ringing. It was Brian. I didn’t feel like answering him, I didn’t want to talk to anybody because I was depressed as fuck. The phone finally stopped ringing and Brian has left a vocal message on the tad.
« Zack, I know you’re depressed, but please I need to talk to you. Tell me where you are. Please text me or call me back.. »
I texted him that I was at the The Waterfront Beach Resort, a Hilton Hotel in Huntington, beautiful and expensive tho, and that if he wanted to come over, I’d be waiting him outside. He texted me back saying that he would be there as quickly as he can. I started to smoke quickly, which made me threw up. I didn’t feel good.. That was probably one of the worst day of my life, if not THE worst. 30 minutes later, Syn texted me to tell me that he was waiting outside the hotel room, so I went there to take him to my room. Once we were in the room, he started talking to me.
«What’s that smell? It stinks!
-I thrown up, I smoked too quickly dude… » He sighs.
« Listen Baker, I know you’re depressed and I know that you don’t want to talk about it, but how did you anounce Gena that you fucked a girl? »
I tell him the story.
« Ouch.. I’m sorry about it. Did it hurt when she slapped you? »
I start crying.
« -I don’t give a damn about that slap, yes it hurted but not as much as the fact of seeing her cry. »
That teared Brian up.
«Haner don’t cry baby. Dry your tears.
-You want me to talk to her, Zack?
-No thanks, I’ll do it myself, I’m not ready, and I’m pretty sure that she isn’t ready neither, I bet she won’t accept my apology.
-Alright. Can I stay here for the night? I have nowhere to sleep.
-Sure. »
*10 minutes later*
I was getting hungry. I decided to order a big cheese Pizza at Domino’s Pizza. Trust me, it tasted awesome.
[…]
« Zacky, I feel horny..
-No, no, no, no, no, no, I see what you mean, and no I’m not going to fuck your ass. It’s the worst day of my life and I’m tired, the only thing I want to do right now is sleep. Oh and put some pants on. You can sleep shirtless, but put a boxer on please, or I will not hesitate to make you sleep on the floor. Goodnight Bri.
... Goodnight baby Zacky."
I knew that the fact of me sleeping in the same bed than him would excite him and shit, but that was the last thing I wanted to do.
[…]
6 AM.
There were cameras eveywhere in the hotel, and - of course - in front of my room door. The security guards were formal: If anyone spent the night in your room, he had to pay his night. So, the next morning, they told me that they’ve seen Bri entering in my room. I couldn’t pay for him because I was broke.
« Brian, you have to pay for last night, the security guards saw me at the beverage vending machine this morning. They told that they've seen you spend the night at my room because you haven’t left it.
-Okay, I’m back in five minutes.
-Be quick, Bri, we have to go to the studio today. »
He kisses me on the lips and leaves the room.
About 10 minutes later, he was already back.
« Ah fucker you’re already back!
-Yes.. Stop calling me "fucker" you balls sucker.
-Shut up lil hooker, I was kidding. Get ready now, the bus is at 7:15 AM.
-Let’s shower together?
-Oh my god... Why do I keep talking with you? Ah, fuck this, I’m going to get ready. »
We took the bus 7:15 and we weren’t late at the studio… For once.
I was depressed. I needed alcohol and cigarettes. I was ready to open the bottle when I heard my phone ringing. It was Brian. I didn’t feel like answering him, I didn’t want to talk to anybody because I was depressed as fuck. The phone finally stopped ringing and Brian has left a vocal message on the tad.
« Zack, I know you’re depressed, but please I need to talk to you. Tell me where you are. Please text me or call me back.. »
I texted him that I was at the The Waterfront Beach Resort, a Hilton Hotel in Huntington, beautiful and expensive tho, and that if he wanted to come over, I’d be waiting him outside. He texted me back saying that he would be there as quickly as he can. I started to smoke quickly, which made me threw up. I didn’t feel good.. That was probably one of the worst day of my life, if not THE worst. 30 minutes later, Syn texted me to tell me that he was waiting outside the hotel room, so I went there to take him to my room. Once we were in the room, he started talking to me.
«What’s that smell? It stinks!
-I thrown up, I smoked too quickly dude… » He sighs.
« Listen Baker, I know you’re depressed and I know that you don’t want to talk about it, but how did you anounce Gena that you fucked a girl? »
I tell him the story.
« Ouch.. I’m sorry about it. Did it hurt when she slapped you? »
I start crying.
« -I don’t give a damn about that slap, yes it hurted but not as much as the fact of seeing her cry. »
That teared Brian up.
«Haner don’t cry baby. Dry your tears.
-You want me to talk to her, Zack?
-No thanks, I’ll do it myself, I’m not ready, and I’m pretty sure that she isn’t ready neither, I bet she won’t accept my apology.
-Alright. Can I stay here for the night? I have nowhere to sleep.
-Sure. »
*10 minutes later*
I was getting hungry. I decided to order a big cheese Pizza at Domino’s Pizza. Trust me, it tasted awesome.
[…]
« Zacky, I feel horny..
-No, no, no, no, no, no, I see what you mean, and no I’m not going to fuck your ass. It’s the worst day of my life and I’m tired, the only thing I want to do right now is sleep. Oh and put some pants on. You can sleep shirtless, but put a boxer on please, or I will not hesitate to make you sleep on the floor. Goodnight Bri.
... Goodnight baby Zacky."
I knew that the fact of me sleeping in the same bed than him would excite him and shit, but that was the last thing I wanted to do.
[…]
6 AM.
There were cameras eveywhere in the hotel, and - of course - in front of my room door. The security guards were formal: If anyone spent the night in your room, he had to pay his night. So, the next morning, they told me that they’ve seen Bri entering in my room. I couldn’t pay for him because I was broke.
« Brian, you have to pay for last night, the security guards saw me at the beverage vending machine this morning. They told that they've seen you spend the night at my room because you haven’t left it.
-Okay, I’m back in five minutes.
-Be quick, Bri, we have to go to the studio today. »
He kisses me on the lips and leaves the room.
About 10 minutes later, he was already back.
« Ah fucker you’re already back!
-Yes.. Stop calling me "fucker" you balls sucker.
-Shut up lil hooker, I was kidding. Get ready now, the bus is at 7:15 AM.
-Let’s shower together?
-Oh my god... Why do I keep talking with you? Ah, fuck this, I’m going to get ready. »
We took the bus 7:15 and we weren’t late at the studio… For once.
Notes
First of all I'm glad you like the story... Thank you.I'm also traducing the first fanfic I've ever written, in English, here → Clic Here ♥ chapters are uptaded when I find the time.
Oh and trust me, there are many things coming on this story, and it will get hotter sooner than you think ;)
3/29/13