No one has to know.
Five: We drove to Cali, and got drunk on the beach, got a motel and, built a fort out of sheets.
“Okay why was Brian in your bed last night?” Zacky asked plopping down onto the couch next to me.
“Huh?”
“Why.Was.Brian.In.Your.Bed.Last.Night?”
“Because I was scared, and you weren’t here” I mumbled.
“So if I was here it would have been me instead?”
“Well you’re always there when I’m scared, it’s always been like that, but you weren’t, and he was the next best thing to you”
“Okay… I’m here now though” He said
“You’re just asking for a jammy day aren’t you?”
“Maybe” He gave my favourite impish grin of his.
“Well I will, but I want to get on the tread mill first”
“Um why?”
“Cos I have pudgy rolls”
“Shut up let me see”
“No! No you’re not seeing my rolls!”
“I’ll show you mine”
“You don’t have any! You don’t have love handles dear”
“Please I so do” He said standing up and pulling his shirt off over his head and pinching at
his non-existent sides.
“Oh come on that’s nothing” I yanked my shirt off over my head, so that I was just in my bra, Zacky had seen me in my underwear many times before, we’d been best friends since we were 3, there was little we hadn’t seen of each other.
“See!” I said grabbing my love handles.
“Oh come on they’re not noticeable at all!”
“Yes they are!” I whined hopping on the spot like a small child.
“There’s nothing of you!” He said grabbing the spot I’d been previously holding, I yelped and jumped away from him.
“Zacky don’t” I said putting my shirt back on.
“What?” He was grinning.
“Don’t. Really I hate them so much” I said
“Babe there’s nothing there, and I can tell you as a guy that it’s not attractive when all you can see on a girl is bone”
“I don’t want to be all bone; I just want to get rid of my love handles!”
“Calm down” He said stepping closer to me and pulling me into a hug “You don’t need to be
perfect”
“I want to be”
“Nah”
“Yes”
“Nah perfect would be boring” He said hugging me tighter.
“You can talk, you are perfect, you and your hair and muscles and your left handed
guitar playing”
“What has my guitar playing got to do with anything?”
“Guitar players sexy enough, and then you go and do it all left handed and it’s like watching an orgasm”
“Why thank you”
“Okay I’m going for a run, your ego has been stroked enough”
“Please you adore me”
“Oh yes, I adore my idiot best friend” I laughed and walked through the apartment to the
room where we had the treadmills and Zacky’s weights and the punching bags. I was already in my gym clothes so I just set it for half an hour and started running.
I fiddled with my iPod on the wall and blasted music through the room as I ran on the treadmill. I liked running, it was the one time I could just do something and not have to worry about anything else.
“Are you done yet?”
“What?” I looked over at the door carrying on running.
“You’ve been on that for an hour and a half” He said
“What?”
“Look” He said pointing at the timer on the machine.
“Shit” I said slowing the machine quickly to a stop.
“You’re legs are gonna be wobbly” He said
“Help me down” I said, he took hold of my arm and helped me off the treadmill, as expected
my legs gave out and I fell against his chest.
“Told you so” He said grinning at me.
“Don’t laugh, I can’t feel my legs”
“Come on” He said scooping me up bridal style and carrying me through to the living room where he set me down on the couch. “Here bring your leg up” He said helping me get my leg into his lap.
“You owe me a foot massage y’know” I said
“When you can walk you’ll get one” He laughed switching the TV on as he massaged my calf muscles.
A lot of people would probably think that Zacky and I were a couple if they saw us, but our relationship has always been like that, okay so he was my first kiss, and Matt was the first guy that ever felt my boobs but that’s about as far as it went.
I chuckled to myself.
“What?” he asked, moving onto the other leg.
“Just thinking about my first kiss” A small smile on my face, Zacky laughed.
“So you were thinking about me?”
“Well you only have one first kiss”
“Was I good”
“Eh you were okay, I’ve had better kisses”
“Hey I’m an amazing kisser! Ask Gena!”
“I’d rather not, I don’t want to know what you and Gena get up to”
“What’s that about me?!” Gena asked sweeping into the apartment, I didn’t know she was coming over, but it was cool all the same.
“Zacky wants to tell me all about what he can do with his tongue, I’d rather not know if that’s
alright”
“That’s okay, it can be our little secret” She laughed and leaned over my legs kissing her
boyfriend for a few seconds. “What happened to you?” She asked.
“Leg cramps”
“Running for stupid slash indefinite periods of time?”
“Yes”
“Told you that you would!”
“No! You said that I run too much and that I don’t have rolls!”
“Oh God, Gena, babe, please tell this dumb bitch she doesn’t have any fat on her”
“And will you please tell your shit head boyfriend that he doesn’t know anything because
he’s a skinny assed, perfect haired left handed guitar playing moron!”
“Okay guys! Riley, you’re not fat, and I know he is an idiot”
“Thank you” We said in unison.
“Huh?”
“Why.Was.Brian.In.Your.Bed.Last.Night?”
“Because I was scared, and you weren’t here” I mumbled.
“So if I was here it would have been me instead?”
“Well you’re always there when I’m scared, it’s always been like that, but you weren’t, and he was the next best thing to you”
“Okay… I’m here now though” He said
“You’re just asking for a jammy day aren’t you?”
“Maybe” He gave my favourite impish grin of his.
“Well I will, but I want to get on the tread mill first”
“Um why?”
“Cos I have pudgy rolls”
“Shut up let me see”
“No! No you’re not seeing my rolls!”
“I’ll show you mine”
“You don’t have any! You don’t have love handles dear”
“Please I so do” He said standing up and pulling his shirt off over his head and pinching at
his non-existent sides.
“Oh come on that’s nothing” I yanked my shirt off over my head, so that I was just in my bra, Zacky had seen me in my underwear many times before, we’d been best friends since we were 3, there was little we hadn’t seen of each other.
“See!” I said grabbing my love handles.
“Oh come on they’re not noticeable at all!”
“Yes they are!” I whined hopping on the spot like a small child.
“There’s nothing of you!” He said grabbing the spot I’d been previously holding, I yelped and jumped away from him.
“Zacky don’t” I said putting my shirt back on.
“What?” He was grinning.
“Don’t. Really I hate them so much” I said
“Babe there’s nothing there, and I can tell you as a guy that it’s not attractive when all you can see on a girl is bone”
“I don’t want to be all bone; I just want to get rid of my love handles!”
“Calm down” He said stepping closer to me and pulling me into a hug “You don’t need to be
perfect”
“I want to be”
“Nah”
“Yes”
“Nah perfect would be boring” He said hugging me tighter.
“You can talk, you are perfect, you and your hair and muscles and your left handed
guitar playing”
“What has my guitar playing got to do with anything?”
“Guitar players sexy enough, and then you go and do it all left handed and it’s like watching an orgasm”
“Why thank you”
“Okay I’m going for a run, your ego has been stroked enough”
“Please you adore me”
“Oh yes, I adore my idiot best friend” I laughed and walked through the apartment to the
room where we had the treadmills and Zacky’s weights and the punching bags. I was already in my gym clothes so I just set it for half an hour and started running.
I fiddled with my iPod on the wall and blasted music through the room as I ran on the treadmill. I liked running, it was the one time I could just do something and not have to worry about anything else.
“Are you done yet?”
“What?” I looked over at the door carrying on running.
“You’ve been on that for an hour and a half” He said
“What?”
“Look” He said pointing at the timer on the machine.
“Shit” I said slowing the machine quickly to a stop.
“You’re legs are gonna be wobbly” He said
“Help me down” I said, he took hold of my arm and helped me off the treadmill, as expected
my legs gave out and I fell against his chest.
“Told you so” He said grinning at me.
“Don’t laugh, I can’t feel my legs”
“Come on” He said scooping me up bridal style and carrying me through to the living room where he set me down on the couch. “Here bring your leg up” He said helping me get my leg into his lap.
“You owe me a foot massage y’know” I said
“When you can walk you’ll get one” He laughed switching the TV on as he massaged my calf muscles.
A lot of people would probably think that Zacky and I were a couple if they saw us, but our relationship has always been like that, okay so he was my first kiss, and Matt was the first guy that ever felt my boobs but that’s about as far as it went.
I chuckled to myself.
“What?” he asked, moving onto the other leg.
“Just thinking about my first kiss” A small smile on my face, Zacky laughed.
“So you were thinking about me?”
“Well you only have one first kiss”
“Was I good”
“Eh you were okay, I’ve had better kisses”
“Hey I’m an amazing kisser! Ask Gena!”
“I’d rather not, I don’t want to know what you and Gena get up to”
“What’s that about me?!” Gena asked sweeping into the apartment, I didn’t know she was coming over, but it was cool all the same.
“Zacky wants to tell me all about what he can do with his tongue, I’d rather not know if that’s
alright”
“That’s okay, it can be our little secret” She laughed and leaned over my legs kissing her
boyfriend for a few seconds. “What happened to you?” She asked.
“Leg cramps”
“Running for stupid slash indefinite periods of time?”
“Yes”
“Told you that you would!”
“No! You said that I run too much and that I don’t have rolls!”
“Oh God, Gena, babe, please tell this dumb bitch she doesn’t have any fat on her”
“And will you please tell your shit head boyfriend that he doesn’t know anything because
he’s a skinny assed, perfect haired left handed guitar playing moron!”
“Okay guys! Riley, you’re not fat, and I know he is an idiot”
“Thank you” We said in unison.
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