Call Connected

Zacky's POV:

Johnny and I sat looking as the plane cleared out. We both watch people exit. I knew that things might change now that we're back home.

Our time in Dublin had been perfect. I couldn't ask for anything better. The silence speaks volumes. There was no question we each have things we wanted say yet neither of us has the words.

After every other person had left Johnny and I stand. I step out into the aisle. Johnny walks in front of me. I admire the way his jeans hug his ass.

- - - - -

Two weeks after we got off that plane and I drove him home. I didn't see Johnny at all afterwards. Now that Avenged is demoing I see him every day. I'm honestly not sure what's worse.

My mind was a mess. I questioned even the most miniscule thing. Should I have kissed him more? Held him tighter? Was it a mistake to have sex on the airplane?

No. I refuse to believe that! It may not have been a romantic location. That doesn't mean there was no less intimacy.

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The alarm clock on my night stand reads way too early for me. I hadn't even gone to bed until about ten minutes ago. I drag myself to the bathroom.

My eyes are itchy and bloodshot. Every inch of my skin feels grimy. I rip my boxer briefs from my body.

I step into the shower. Then I turn it on. The water rushes from the showerhead. It rains cold needles down on me. I wash my body and hair finishing my shower.

With a towel around my waist I make my way back to my room. Leaning down I sniff the pile of clothing at the foot of my bed. I pull out the least rank smelling items deciding they will do for today.

Once I'm dressed I make my way to my car. Normally Syn would drive me to the studio but I just wasn't in the mood for company. A bonus to driving myself is I could get what I needed done then leave right away.

Before I know it I'm pulling into the parking lot. Shutting off my car I get out. I pull a cigarette from my pack. Lighting it up I take a long drag from our.

I keep thinking about what Johnny said to me. "If all I ever get is a moment with you I'll consider myself a lucky man." Was he saying that he only ever planned to have Dublin with me? No that couldn't be, he told me he's in love with me.

The door opens. Johnny is standing there. A smoke perched between his lips. Our gazes lock.

My mouth opens. There are so many things I want to say; I love you, I miss, Let's be together. None of those come out. Instead my mouth just opens and closes like a fucking stupid god damn fish.

My mood sours even more. I drop my smoke now that it's down to the filter. My foot stomps on it.

I feel the pain in my foot as I walk into the studio. The guys greet me. I merely nod back. Grabbing my guitar I check to make sure it's tuned.

Johnny walks back in. Of course the only open seat is next to me. With his base in hand he takes the seat. I squish myself against the arm of the couch.

Once again I know the utter agony of being without him. Yes he's right next to me on the couch. He might as well be on the moon for as far away as he is however.

I knew one wrong move from me he'd be that way forever. Leaving me forced to relive the complete torture of being this close yet not being able to touch or kiss him.

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