Coming Home

I didn't really want to get up, I was comfortable in what position I was in. Still, I grumbled out barely audible profanity and sit up slightly. I glanced over to see Brian grinning at me, what time is it?

"Hey Zee." He grins.

"What time is it?" I mumble.

"5:15 AM." He answers.

"Fuck you I'm going back to bed." I mutter.

"I'll fuck you if you get up." He retorts.

I shoot up suddenly. My eyes widen at him and he smirks at me. I roll my eyes and get up, stretching. I go to grab my clothes but get yanked back by my boxers. I fall back onto the bed and hear Brian chuckle.

"You aren't getting dressed just yet." He laughs.

I frown slightly and he brings his two long slender index fingers, placing them on my face and forcing a smile up. I smack his hands away playfully. I've never really have had someone to have fun with my life and now I found that someone. Before I knew what hit me, Bri grabs me by the waist flipping me on my back, him hovering over me.

"So, Zacky." He states.

"Zacky?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"Mhm." He answers.

I couldn't speak again, another voice called from down stairs. It was a male voice but it didn't sound like his dad.

"Bri get down here Suzy made fucking pancakes!" The voice called.

"Brent! Watch your language!" Suzy yells.

"You eat this early?" I ask Bri.

"Yup! Now lets go before they think were doing something." He teases.

I grab my clothes quickly dressing into them. A simple Metallica t-shirt with blue jeans and my black jacket. As I head down stairs I wonder, who is Brent?

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