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Chapter Ten: Chocolate Chip Cookies

Zack threw himself onto the bed with a groan, completely and utterly exhausted. With a shit eating grin, I twirled around the hotel room. Dirty Dancing has been my favourite movie as long as I can remember and the cast did an amazing job to capture the spirit of the movie. Zack personally loathed watching romance movies and was bored out of his skull throughout the entire show. “Come to bed M. I’m exhausted!” Zack groaned clearly not amused by my antics. I laughed before twirling myself all the way to bed and gracefully launch myself on to the bed and Zack. He grunted in response and simply rolled me off his back, swung his arm over my body and locked me into place. I smiled and adjusted to a more comfortable position still very much so trapped in his embrace and close my eyes. My body ached all over but with a smile on my face; I fell asleep completely happy.

Waking up and starting the day was incredibly slow and stiff. The last six days of crazy activities finally caught up to us both and the only thing we desired was to sleep the day away. Zack, however, pushed me out of bed with the promise that nothing too crazy is planned for our last day in New York. “It’s pretty relaxed. You mostly just have to sit there and let the magic happen.” I moaned in response and buried my face into my pillow. Sounds great. Zack’s phone buzzed on the bedside table and he quickly rolled to his side, finally setting me free, to answer the call. Before Zack could greet the caller, they launched into a full on rant so loudly I could pick up who was speaking, Sasha. A mixture of emotions flooded my system, emotions that surprised me. Annoyance. Anger. Just why I was annoyed with the girl I’m supposed to be in love with was beyond me. Am I even in love with her? This new version of her…I sighed and rubbed my forehead as a growing headache seemed to develop at my new train of thoughts. Zack ended the call just as angry and annoyed before not so gently slamming his phone back onto the bedside table. “Well, I’m up. Do you want to get some breakfast?” Zack finally asked after a few moments of silence. I nodded before getting up and popping my joints with a few stretches. “I just quickly want to hop into the shower before we go.”

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“So what is the game plan for the day?” I asked as I took another bite of the delicious egg and cheese bread. Zack nodded indicating his mouth was full of food and he would need a minute. I nodded in response and took a sip of my coffee. Damn this café can do nothing wrong. Even the coffee tasted better than normal. “We’re going to the hair salon.” Zack simply said and without any other explanation returned his attention to the burger in front of him. If his moans were anything to go by, he was enjoying the food just as much as I was. “I could fucking marry this burger and be a happy man for the rest of my life.” Zack said with such seriousness I could actually picture the event. I laughed and couldn’t help but agree. “I could marry this coffee and never go to bed sad.” I took another sip of the coffee at this statement. “Yeah because with all that caffeine you would be to hop up to ever go to bed.” I laughed and clutched at my heart with an overdramatic gasp. “Someone is feeling sassy today!” Zack smiled proud of his newfound sassiness and stole a bite of my bread. I growled and stabbed him with my fork. Or attempted to do so but his training reflexes outmatched my skills. “I can say the same thing to you…” Zack trailed off when I shot him a filthy glare. No one steals my food.

After breakfast, we headed down the busy streets of the center of New York. Zack kept a firm grip on my back as he steered me towards the direction of the hair salon. “I do kind of need a trim. My hair is getting way too long.” I mumbled before fingering the end of my brown hair. They were split beyond the point of split and grass dry. I definitely need a trim. Finally, we arrived at the hair salon and the lady quickly swooned over Zack. The man was a fine piece of work if I would have to say so myself and every normal straight woman are going to shoot a few glances. The man of the hour tried to act like he didn’t know any better but the little half smirk playing on his lips said otherwise. I shook my head and got comfortable in the chair. The hairdresser finally recovered over the initial shock to the system at his company stood behind me and picked up my long brown hair with a frown. “So what do you want to do today?” I opened my mouth to answer but Zack beat me to the punch. “Can you do this and keep it a surprise from her?” The hairdresser leaned over, closer than necessary might I add, to see the image on his phone. She frowned and glanced at me with a clear question on her mind. “It’s okay. I trust him. Whatever he chooses is probably perfect.” Plus if he makes me look like shit I will have revenge I added in my head. Zack smiled at my response and after a few more minutes of hesitation, or a few minutes to soak up the closeness of Zack, the hairdresser nodded before moving to the back room. “Am I going to get any hints?” Zack simply shook his head and helped the shop assistant to cover the mirror. A complete surprise it is.

There was no way I would’ve ever guessed what hairdo I would be walking out of the hair salon, hours later after entering. Maybe a new cut and some highlights to break up my mousy brown hair but a shoulder-length ombré blue hairdo weren’t one of them. A stark contrast to my normal do but boy did I love it. I fingered my hair, still shocked at the color before glancing towards Zack with a big smile. The man really does know me. “I knew you would like it! Are you ready for the next stop?” I could only nod, lost for words. I always wanted to do something crazy with my hair but never had the courage to take the leap. My heart swelled at his actions and emotions I have yet to even process bloomed. Without a moment of hesitation, I took Zack’s hand and followed his lead. I’m sure whatever he has planned next is just what I want.

***

My heart hammered in my chest as I watched the tattoo artist prepared the stencil. A delicate and small chocolate chip cookie. Zack settled into the seat, his hand of the choice on the armrest. Ready for his first tattoo. The idea of having a matching tattoo with Zack made my mind swirl with so many thoughts and emotions, I couldn’t even begin to understand them. I sat down next to him and held his free hand as the artist finally placed the stencil on the outer part of his wrist. The idea was if we would hold hands, the two cookies would be next to each other. Minutes later everything was prepared and ready to go. I closed my eyes at the first buzz of the machine but quickly opened them so I could watch the tattoo I would receive in a few minutes come to life. I flinched as the needles pressed into Zack’s skin and shot him a glance. The man looked completely bored and pain-free. I relaxed and watched the artist work on the small little tattoo. 30 minutes he was finished. The end result was perfect and I very excitedly swapped places with Zack. The artist cleaned up everything and replaced the needles in the gun before placing the stencil on my wrist. After testing how the two would look next to each other once we held hands, we deemed it perfect and ready to ink. The tattoo gun buzzed again and I flinched and nearly pulled my hand away at the first touch but Zack kept me in place. His firm grip on my free hand gave me enough strength that I bit through the process. It fucking hurts! The 30 minutes passed painfully slow but the finished product made my heart race and a smile to cross my face. It’s perfect. After wrapping my tattoo and instructing us both again on the aftercare of the tattoo, we paid and left. “Want to go back to the hotel and watch movies in bed?” Zack asked as we walked hand in hand, cookie to cookie, back to the hotel. “God yes.”

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Chapter Nine: Falling With You

Zack was the one that broke the spell. He moved away, turned to the crowd and bowed. I blinked before slowly following his lead, giving a stiff and awkward bow towards the crowd. What just happened? We moved to leave the stage before the crowd started to chant. It took my brain a few seconds to process what they were saying and I froze. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” What the hell is happening? Zack sees me as his sister. He is my brother, my best friend and someone I can always count on. There are no romantic feelings between us. Why is there suddenly romance left and right? For god sake, I’m in love with HIS sister! I paused at this, when is the last time I even spared Sasha a single thought? When is the last time she might me laugh and cry from joy? When is the last time she was remotely the same person I fell in love with? It’s not like Zack just swooped in and replaced her. I’ve known Zack the same amount of time that I’ve known Sasha. We’ve been friendly to each other over the years. A greeting here and there. Small talk in the hall. We would spike up a conversation if we met in public and more. Zack would even sometimes join us for a movie when Sasha and I used to have marathons in the living room. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The crowd continued to chant, sending my mind in turmoil. I don’t want this. I love what I have with Zack. I made eye contact with Zack and frowned at his expression. It was unreadable. I had no idea what the man was thinking. The crowd continued to chant and before I could run from the stage, Zack leaned forward and pecked my lips. It was such a quick peck that my brain didn’t even process it was happening until it was already finished and Zack was leading me off the stage. I blinked in complete shock before making eye contact with Zack. In the exact same moment, we exploded in laughter. And just like that all the tension and doubts just vanished as overwhelming amounts of relief flooded my entire body. I relaxed and jumped into Zack’s arms! I did it! I actually sang on stage in front of a crowd of strangers. “Thank you!”

***

I groaned as Zack moved in his sleep for the sixth time in the last five minutes. The man is a restless sleeper and I could kill him for it. Knowing Zack he has this crazy adventure planned for the day but honestly, I will be pretty happy with sleeping in all day. 5 days of crazy and exciting days are enough for me to thank you very much. We can spend the last two days never leaving the bed and binge watch MasterChef. Zack moved again, this time rolling into my side of the bed and throwing half of his body over mine. I heaved and started to struggle under his heavy embrace. After a few desperate attempts to wiggle out underneath him failed miserably, I simply jabbed him under his rubs with my elbow which awoke him from his slumbers to say it nicely. Zack jumped up in fright pushing me behind him, fully alert and ready to fight. This pulled at my heart strings but I forced a giggle out of my throat and slapped his back. “No threat here minus my ability to breath.” Zack turned to face me, utterly confused. “You were crushing me in your sleep silly.” Very slow the words sunk into his brain and his eyes widened in relation. He laughed before falling back onto the bed. “I’m sorry. Was I moving a lot?” Zack pouted before yanking me down to his level. I shook my head and cuddled into his side. “Not at all.” I breathed out in a sigh. For a big bulky guy, Zack is so soft and warm to cuddle with. “Sarcasm?” I laughed. “Yes.”

“So what is on the agenda today? Do I get to know now or do I find out later?” I asked a few hours later once we finally started to stir as life, or well hunger pulled us from the bed. Zack paused, his pancake hovering before his lips. He chuckled and shot me this look that screamed for-me-to-know-and-for-you-to-find-out. You know that shit-eating grin with a naughty glint in his eyes. That look. “Find out later it is.” I turned my attention to my plate of food and smiled. This short week is life changing. Maybe this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. Go on one crazy adventure after another. With Zack. “Alright so after breakfast we should get dressed and head on out. I figured we can take the train till there and then afterward you can decide what you want us to do.” I nodded and took a bite of creamy pancakes. Heaven send. “Can I guess what we’re going to do?” Zack simply hummed before stuffing his face with an entire pancake. “Concert?” No. “Theatre?” No. “A show?” Zack paused and looked up from his plate with a frown? “Is there some show you want to go see or something?” I laughed and nodded. “Dirty Dancing.” At this Zack groaned before rolling his eyes and returning his attention to his plate of food. “It’s at 9pm and they still have some tickets left. Please.” I pulled my best puppy look out. I pouted, forcing myself to cry a little and trembled my lip. Zack glanced at me, chuckled and returned his attention to his food once more. Rude. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?” I whimpered for added effect. A few moments passed before Zack finally sighed and agreed. Victory is mine! “Come on, finish. We have to be there by 1:30pm.”

***

  “If you think for one single moment that I’m going to jump out of this plane with you, you’re nuts.” Zack ignored me and continued to talk to the instructor. “Come on M. Live a little. I’ve done this many times before. You’re going to love every second of it.” I simply pouted, but the man was slowly winning me over like always. “Have I steered you wrong before?” I sighed and begrudgingly settled into my seat ready for a quick lesson on the sport of skydiving. The instructor explained how everything works and how it will go before we moved on into getting the gear on us. As Zack is a professionally trained skydiver, he was allowed to jump with me. Normally average human folk attached themselves to a professional of the company but well I get to jump out of a plane attached to my best friend. Fun. I bit my lip and forced myself to take long and even breaths. My heart hammered in my chest at a painful speed as Zack tightened the gear around my body. Why am I going to do this? “Alright, everything is good to go. Are you ready?” I swallowed a rock of spit before uttering a very pathetic yes. Zack simply smiled before guiding me to the golf cart that will hopefully not drive me to my untimely demise. “Trust me M.” Zack turned my head and steered into my eyes. My heart stilled and started to race for an entirely different reason. That stupid kiss and Instagram captions are screwing with my brain. Don’t think about it M. He is your brother. Remember you love his sister? Unbeknown to my inner turmoil, Zack continued. “You’re going to love it. I know what I’m doing. I won’t ever put you in danger.” Slowly his words sunk through my chaotic brain and I nodded. He is right. I faced the small little plane and as the golf cart rolled to a stop, pure determination ran through my body. Let’s do this!

Zack climbed into the plane first before helping me up. We sat on the floor, greeted the pilot before we started to move down this highway. The plane turned, moved forward, building speed before the wheels left the road and we soared into the sky. My heart just stopped but with a firm grip on my hand, Zack reminded me to stay strong. You’re going to love this M. I blinked for second before Zack announced that we need to prepare everything and we should reach the ideal height in two minutes. How over ten minutes passed is beyond me. I slowly almost robotically moved towards Zack. He pulled me into a hug before spinning me around and attaching our gear together. He double checked my helmet and everything again before attaching the video camera to his arm. “Are you ready?” I couldn’t get myself to speak so I nodded. The pilot counted down and I closed my eyes as Zack moved us forward. “Remember legs and arms out.” Before I could respond, Zack hurled us out of the moving plane and I screamed my lungs out. I only stopped screaming once Zack opened the parachute and our descent down to earth slowed. That’s when my screaming turned into full-blown laughter. Zack joined in. He was right. I did love every second of it.

***

I was still smiling hours later as we got ready for the show. The adrenaline of the jump not quite gone yet. After calling my dad’s to share the news, which proceeded them to get a near heart attack on the phone. Apparently, Daddy Dearest didn’t feel compelled to share the plan to Dad and he was everything but happy. Zack managed to smooth over the entire situation with smooth talking and changing the topic. “If we leave now, we can grab a quick bite to eat before the show,” Zack said and I simply nodded before pulling on my pants. I’m all about the pant-less life. “I’m ready when you are.” Zack rolled his eyes, grabbed his phone and wallet before ushering me out of the hotel room. “I can’t believe tomorrow is our last day here in New York. This trip has been absolutely amazing.” I paused overwhelmed with emotion. “Thank you!” Zack smiled, pulled me into his arms and pecked my forehead. “Anytime!” He paused, opened his mouth to say something but simply shook his head and hailed a taxi. “Come we have a show to watch!” I nodded and followed him into the yellow cab. What did he want to say?

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Chapter Eight: Perfectly Facing Fears

“Are you having a great time? Zack has been sending so many pictures! You look so amazing in all of the outfits! Oh, the video of you lip synching to Selena Gomez song Hands To Myself nearly gave your dad a heart attack!” Daddy Dearest chuckled and I could picture him shake his head with a massive grin on his face. “It’s been amazing! Zack has the craziest ideas and I can’t even guess what we’re going to do next.” The man of the hour simply rolled over to his side, a deep snore escaping his chest. His face smudged with last night’s makeup. We got home in the early hours of the morning and after his performance, the boy was practically famous with the girls. “He is such a lovely man! The captions about you on his pictures are so sweet. You should go read them. It can make any old girl swoon. You know if you two are dating, you can totally tell me, right?” My mouth dropped in surprise. Wait. What? “Hold up. What did you just say?” My mind reeled but Daddy Dearest didn’t hear my confused words and continued babbling on about how cute my dress from last night was and etc. 30 minutes later, I ended the call, still incredibly confused. Wait. What? What captions and what pictures? My curiosity got the best of me and I created an account on my laptop. What is his handle again? How do I find him? Minutes passed and I have yet to even find his account, I opted for opening his Instagram on his phone. 3000hearts and 800comments. Oh, holy shit. That’s insane. After tapping on all of the little icons, trying to find his profile, and possibly liking random pictures, I opened his feed. The little picture of him in his army clothes in the corner should’ve been a dead giveaway from the start. I gasped in shock.

The boy has been posting about our week away left and right with an average of three pictures per day. He had the messy hotel room and my greasy ass knocked out on the bed. I frowned. The boy still hasn’t deleted the picture of me sleeping in his arms, covered in greasy chicken nuggets and fries. I tapped on the photo and froze when I read the caption. “I could wake up like this every single day.” He meant covered in soggy fries and soaked with grease right? I exit the picture in haste. There is so many more. A picture of me trying on wigs for the Pastel Goth look, a full-on duck face in the mirror moment. I cringed. That’s ridiculously embarrassing. His caption read; “She’s beautiful without even trying.” The next picture was our selfie in the cabbie with the caption: “Those eyes can read me like a book.” Wait, is that a compliment? What the hell do these captions even mean? I continued to scroll through his feed, tapping on every picture and reading the caption. My mind reeling as the man of the hour continued to snore next to me.

A picture of me talking to Hannah at the bar. It must’ve been around the time she was throwing those pick up lines as I was all smiles and Hannah had me locked in. The caption read; “If only she would smile at me like that.” A picture of him painting my nails as I laughed at something he most likely said. His back faced the camera. Who on earth even took this picture and why didn’t I even notice it being taken? The caption read; “I would cross a dessert for this girl.” A picture of me in my pink prom dress, strutting my best pose for my Daddy Dearest. The caption read; “So utterly beautiful. She stole my breath away.” A picture of the two us dancing, he was raising me a little in his arms as I smiled down on him. He mirrors my bright smile with his own. The caption read; “If only the song would never end.” Who even took this picture? A picture of me sleeping between the rose with the caption; “Her beauty rivals that of the roses she lays in.” A picture of me performing the Hands to Myself song of Selena Gomez. I gasped. The wait is that how I looked while performing? Ouch. His caption read; “I can’t keep my hands to myself but I mean I could but why would I want to?” I chuckled at that one. The boy sure is clever. His latest picture only posted five hours ago, was of the two us in full drag. It was taken just after his performance. I was in his arms, bridal style, full of smiles. His caption read: “I tucking love you.” His phone dropped from my hands and I shook my head. No. he doesn’t mean that. Daddy Dearest words floated into my head: “You know if you two are dating, you can totally tell me, right?” We’re not dating, right? He loves me like a brother? He was only fooling around in the captions. Am I just reading them wrong? I glanced at the sleeping man and sighed. Nope. I pinched my temples, desperately fighting off a growing headache. Nope. Not going to deal with this now. I dropped back into the bed and closed my eyes. Yes. Let’s take a nap.

***

  “You’re out of your damn mind if you think for even one second that I will go up on that stage and sing.” Zack simply rolled his eyes and ignored my statement completely. “Come on! You full on gave the performance of a lifetime last night! What’s the difference?” It was my turn to roll my eyes and shake my head in pity and the poor delusional idiot. He doesn’t even know the difference between lip synching and singing for real. I pity the fool. Zack pulled me towards the direction of the stage, adamant about his mission. The goal? Get M to sing on open mike night. I stood my ground and dug my heels into the floor. Nope. Not happening, buddy. There is no way I’m going to sing in front of all of these people. Nope. In your dreams buddy. Zack turned and pouted, giving it his best puppy look. My resolve slowly melted. “Come on! I will sing it with you!” Zack continued to pout and reluctantly I agreed. Zack smiled brightly before pulling me towards the stage once more. I muttered under my breath the entire way. “What are we even going to sing?” “Perfect by Ed Sheeren.” I sighed slowly, forcing my lungs to exhale breath slowly before inhaling the same amount once more. “Fine, but if I  throw up it’s on you.” Ever since I’ve been a little girl, I suffered stage fright. Although considering last night you wouldn’t be able to tell. I hate being the center of attention. My heart starts to desperately try to escape my chest. I break out in a cold sweat and my entire body turns red. Ugly and quite obvious red rashes spread from my chest, up on my neck and turn my ears into glowing devices. My entire face turns red and my eyes start to water. My body shakes and my stomachs turns and finally, if the attention is too much, I end everything with a vomit and a faint. Zack knows this about me and yet here he is, sweet talking me into something that would spike an episode. “Just focus on me! Nothing else. There is no one in the room but us two okay.” Zack squeezed my hand and smiled. Slowly I nodded. There is no one in the room but us two. Just focus on Zack. Just focus only on him. Nothing else. No one else.

Zack handed me the mike with a reassuring smile before he nodded to the side. Seconds later the music started and my blood ran cold. Focus on Zack. Nothing else. No one else. It’s only us two. I always sing around Zack. “I found a  love for me. Darling just dive right in and follow my lead. Well, I found a girl beautiful and sweet.” I smiled as Zack sang. He wasn’t the best singer out there in the world but he could keep a tune. I simply just watched Zack as he read the words in front of him. His soft curly brown hairs, now overgrown, tickled his forehead as he worked the stage. “I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.” His deep sky blue eyes twinkled under the lights. “’Cause we were just kids when we fell in love.” My eyes roamed from his blue eyes, pausing at his long eyelashes before landing on his freckled and crooked nose. “Not knowing what it is. I will not give you up this time. But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own-” My eyes landed on his lips and my breath stalled in my throat. His bright dimpled smile could light up a room. “-But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight.” At this Zack turned to face me and nodded. It’s my turn now. I swallowed my fear and waited for my cue. “Well, I found a man, stronger than anyone I know. He share my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share a home-” I lost myself in the sweet melody. My fears all forgotten. It’s just us in this room. I’m just singing in front of Zack like I always do. Together we ended the song, leaning into each other as we sang through my mike: “You look perfect tonight.” I smiled out of breath and paused. I could faintly hear the cheers from the crowd, but the only thing I could see is Zack beaming in joy. My focus only on Zack. Nothing else. No one else. It’s just us two.

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Chapter Seven: Valentine’s Day

I sighed and rubbed my eyes as I rolled onto my back. I arched my back and I stretched out the kinks from the previous night. Dancing for ten hours makes you ache in places you didn’t know could ache. My fingers brushed on something cool and I frowned. What? I opened my eyes and frowned. Wait. What? I picked up the flower petal and glanced around the hotel room. Is that rose petals? “Happy Valentine’s Day!” Zack squealed, popping up from his hiding place behind the couch. I jumped at his unexpected arrival and frowned in confusion. “Wait. What?” I rubbed at my eyes. Am I seeing things? “I wanted to surprise you…” Zack pouted trailing off. “It’s the day of love you know…” I shook my head before smiling at the goofball that has changed my entire life. “You’re amazing, you know that right?” Zack grinned before strutting silly poses. “Oh, baby I’m more than just amazing!” I laughed before wiggling my eyebrows and picked up a handful of rose petals. “Oh and like what?” Before Zack could respond, I threw the roses in his directions. It’s floated to the bed a few inches away from my position. Guess we can’t have a rose fight. “Romantic,” Zack whispered smoothly and I rolled my eyes. “Dork!”

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  “So Rick actually set this one up,” Zack stated casually as we browsed the store. I chuckled before fingers a long curly blond wig. “I figured. He did drag a few years back.” Daddy Dearest often spoke of his drag years with great fondness. He only stopped performing regularly when his restaurants took off and he simply didn’t have the time anymore. He does whip out the wigs and glitter every few months though. “Mandy, is that you?” I squealed before sprinting into the arms of Mama. He chuckled before lifting me up from the ground and pulling me into a tight bear hug. “Oh well look at you! You look amazing, come on girl give me a trill.” Zack beat me to the punch before my feet could even touch the floor. I laughed before joining him. Zack immediately pulled me into his arms and twirled me into a circle before dipping me right into the wig showcase. I narrowly missed hitting my head. “Oops, my bad.” I shook my head before punching him. “Be gentle. I’m a lady.” Zack poked out his tongue and rolled his eyes. ‘If you say so…” Mama laughed loudly before throwing his arms over my shoulders and pulling me tight into his side. “Come on, let’s choose your outfit and Zack, my dear, I hope you’re ready. You will tucking love this.” I erupted in laughter at the confused look on his face. Oh, the poor boy. He doesn’t know what tuck means. Mama and I shared a look, an evil plan forming between us without any spoken words.

I was right. Zack hated every second of the tucking process. The boy screamed from the pain and Donna, Mama’s friend, and I shared a look before laughing loudly. Donna shook his head before returning his attention to my make up while Zack struggled in the loving arms of Mama in the hotel bathroom. 45 minutes later, Zack limped out in his body suit and new padded curves. “That was…” Zack shivered in fear and hugged his body. Zack fell next to me on the bed, cupping his assets with a whimper. “Alright girly! You’re finished!” Donna stated with a smile. I smiled brightly, elated to be finished before jumping up from the bed to admire his handy work in the mirror. “It looks so different! I love it! Hey Zack! Take a picture for my daddy dearest!” Zack simply just groaned before whipping out his phone to take one picture. Someone clearly isn’t in the mood. I rolled my eyes and followed Mama to the couch. Our outfits laid out. “Come on, why don’t you get dressed and then I will do your hair. We don’t have all night!” I nodded before picking up the long mermaid sequence dress. The dress was truly something of beauty with a sheer see-through corset bodice and long aqua swirls of lace at the bottom. It gave the illusion or a mermaid tail thin. Beautiful beads completed the look with a scale like pattern on the dress. It’s a real mermaid dress. “Oh wow Mama, this dress is so pretty!” First, it was the really puffy but pretty dress from yesterday and now this? Dressing up feels so good. Although I doubt I would ever admit that. Daddy Dearest would have a shopping trip of all shopping trips. A truly scary thought.

I glanced at Zack’s dress and smiled. It should be so interesting to see him all dressed up in the tight little number that is his dress. The red satin dress would cling to every curve of his padded body, not hiding a single dip or bump. With large wing-like arms and a deep neckline, Zack would look absolutely magnificent in it. Truly Instagram worthy! I wonder what his army buddies would say if they saw him dressed to impress in this little red number. Zack the overconfident open-minded boy would probably walk through the base in full drag ready to give them a show that they will never forget. His bubbly personality is so inviting and freeing, some of them would even join them I’m sure. “I chose a batwing dress for your boy that is a friend there to hide his big manly strong arms,” Mama answered my unsaid question before ushering me into the bathroom. “Yes, that’s right! Bi strong and manly arms. Ouch!” Zack’s voice followed us into the bathroom. Donna just hushed him and I laughed. Zack is truly best friend goals.

***

I jumped up from my seat as I clapped my hands. Mama pulled Zack onto the stage soon after we arrived at her place. She introduced him to the crowd of queens before she nodded her head to the DJ. The powerful voice of Sia and her oh so outstanding song of Chandelier filled the room. “Try to keep up!” Mama winked at Zack before she switched to her performance mode. She moved so gracefully, not missing a beat of the song as she crossed the stage, her sparkling golden dress following her every move. With grace she started to dance, Zack not wanting to be undone followed her lead. The boy knew the song by heart and whipped out his best dance moves. “Party girls don’t get hurt. Can’t feel anything, when will I learn.” Zack mouthed the words while dancing his heart out. “I push it down, push it down.”

The two played the push and pull act in union with the words, calling a massive cheer from the crowd. I screamed the loudest. “One, two, three, on, two, three, drink.” Zack incorporated the ballet dancing the girl did in the video after kicking his shoes off. I cheered and unlocked his phone to record the show. “I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier. I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist, like it doesn’t exist. I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry. I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier.” Zack jumped, propelling himself forward in the little split move the ballet dancers do, ripping his dress on the side. The crowd cheered at him very fully grown manly hairy legs and I simply just laughed. Oh, this is gold. “And I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes.” Zack dropped to the ground and whipped his head back, doing the little dramatic dance move they do in the movie. You know where he closes his eyes with his hands and then takes it down to his neck before making an X figure on his chest. “Keep my glass full until morning light, ‘cause I’m just holding on for tonight. Help me, I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes…” The song continued and Zack continued to give it his all, Mama, however, wasn’t one to back off from to fight and gave it her all. She owned the stage as she glided in smooth moves, twerking for the fun of it. The crowd loved every second of it. The two truly put on a once in a lifetime performance. “You were amazing!” I squealed and jumped into Zack’s arms after he stepped off the stage. Zack laughed and did the usual swirl. I giggled in his arms before fixing his wig. “Come on my favorite little lady. It’s your turn!” Oh, I’m ready for this.

*

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Chapter Six: Dancing Queen

“So tell me again what exactly this competition is.” Zack sighed before rolling over to his side. It was currently late afternoon and we have yet to leave our hotel room. After our early arrival from our night out in town as pastel Goths, we slept in till noon, had a late breakfast before walking straight back to our room to become one with the bed as useless reality TV played in the background. Zack tapped on his phone and scrolled through his Instagram while I read a short story on Wattpad. Something called My Alpha Mate Got Me Pregnant And He Loves It. A werewolf story. As this was a trip all about trying out a new thing, exploring a new genre was called for. “So it’s one of those dance for hours thing and one something,” Zack muttered as this would make perfect sense and explain the entire competition. Once I didn’t respond to his explanation, he glanced up from his phone and sighed. Well, I’m sorry that I don’t magically understand the competition by your 12 worded sentence.

“So the competition works like this. You have to be in contact with your partner at all times and move slightly. This could be rocking from side to side or full-on dancing. There are different marks that could strive for. The last couple standing goes home with the biggest prize, a five thousand dollar check while other participants get prizes for the number of hours they reach. Three hours is a free Starbucks coffee and muffin. Five hours is a fabulous T-shirt and a McDonald happy meal. Seven hours is a 20 dollar gift card to Target and the same old fabulous T-shirt. Ten hours is a 50 dollar gift card to Target and again the T-shirt. Fifteen hours is a 200 dollar gift card to Target, a voucher for a free full course meal at this pizza joint and the stupid T-shirt again. Twenty hours is a 500 dollar gift card to Target, the full course meal at the pizza joint, free beer all night at this one club and the stupid T-shirt. After that point, it’s just whoever is still standing and goes for the big prize.” Well, now that makes sense. “It sounds like fun. What time does it start?” It’s something new and different. Very much so outside my comfort zone but it should be a lot of fun. “8pm. So we should just stay in bed all day till we have to go. You know preserve our energy.” Zack replied before returning his attention to his social media. I nodded before rolling onto my side and returning to the werewolf world of Wattpad.

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  “Tell me exactly why I’m wearing this frumpy prom dress?” Zack rolled his eyes before fixing his tie. “M. It’s a dancing competition,” Zack stated in a tone that meant that I was stupid for not connecting the frumpy prom dress to the dancing competition. I sighed before throwing my hands up in the air in surrender. You can’t convince crazy about anything. If he decided that we couldn’t possibly compete in this competition without going all out with our costume, then well I guess I’m wearing a stupid pink prom dress with flowers and something I would never physically choose for my own prom in a few months. “What did my dad’s say when you called?” I asked as I tucked my curly brown her up in a messy bun. “Rick made me promise to take pictures of you in your dress. In fact, he said I wasn’t allowed to ever show my face again if I don’t take pictures…” Zack trailed off before winking. I sighed, surrendering to my fate and striking a pose. Daddy Dearest wasn’t playing around. He would very well stay true to his promise and would chase Zack away before he could even step onto our driveway. “Put some pep in your step. Rick is expecting great things from me.” Zack mumbled before dropping to the ground to get a short from the ground. I sighed, the silly boy can’t do anything half ass.

“Come on M! Stop fussing over your dress and get out of the damn car!” Zack huffed before taking matters into his own hands and pulled me out of the cabbie. “I look ridiculous. No. We look ridiculous.” Zack rolled his eyes, clearly enjoying being the center of attention. To say that we’re undressed would be the understatement of the century. It would be as in to say that without the sun there would be no life. Wait. That’s not right. I glanced at the crowd once again before hiding my body behind Zack’s large build. The men attired in dark a semi-formal blank pants and a button up shirt while the woman wore semi-formal dresses. A tux and massive ball of poof of a pink prom dress didn’t fit in with the dress code. Zack only chuckled at my horror before dragging me along to the entrance. “You did this on purpose!” I screamed and huffed in anger. The sick little puppy. “Come on M! Live a little!” Zack pouted and I sighed. “Fine!” Zack smiled before spinning me into a circle. “This is going to be so much fun! Let’s go sign in!”

My knees threatened to buckle and collapse under my weight. This was a horrible idea. Two hours of dancing wasn’t my idea of fun. The song came to an end and Zack smiled and spun me in the circle when the next song came on. I laughed before following his lead. “Ooh! You can dance! You can jive! Having the time of your life!” Zack sang with so much spunk and passion, he affected the dancers behind us. “Ooh, see that girl! Watch that scene! Dig in the dancing queen!” I joined him all the while laughing. “Friday night and the lights are low! Looking out for a place to go! Where they play the right music! Getting in the swing!” I followed his cue with a couple disco dancing that only Zack could create on the spot. The goofball might be crazy but he sure is a hella fun. “You come to look for a king! Anybody could be that guy! The night is young and the music’s high! With a bit of rock music! Everything is fine! You’re in the mood for a dance! And when you get the chance!” Zack paused with a goofy chuckle before pulling me in for another spin. “You are the dancing queen! Young and sweet! Only seventeen! Dancing queen! Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah! You can dance! You can jive! Having the time of your life! Ooh, see that girl! Watch that scene! Dig in the dancing queen!” The crowd cheered as Zack and I gave the performance of our lives.

I laughed and stepped into Zack’s arms as the slow song played in the background. He rocked us side to side as we took the time to catch our breath. “You’re crazy!” Zack smirked before pinching my bum. I squealed and slapped his arm. “Hey! Keep it clean!” Zack simply laughed as he moved me across the floor as the song came to an end and switched to a higher pace song. With energy unknown to normal humans, Zack danced to the beat of the song all the while pulling me along for the ride.

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I threw myself back onto the bed, the dress drowning Zack under layers of pink fabric. He rolled to his side to escape the frumpy dress, panting for breath. My legs burned and my feet pounded. “I can’t believe we danced for ten hours and we just have this stupid T-shirt to show for it!” I huffed as I threw the said T-shirt to the wall. “Don’t forget the 50 dollar gift card to Target!” I rolled my eyes. Oh yes, that made everything better. “I don’t have the energy to get out of this dress!” Zack simply laughed at my pain. “Let me!” Zack rolled over before climbing on top of me. He winked and tickled my sides. I panted and kicked against his hold but the heavy loaf pressed his weight on my waist, pushing me into the bed. “Oh you’re so hilarious.” I rolled my eyes before bucking my hips into the air, catching Zack of guard. He squeaked as he tumbled over to the side, missing the edge of the bed with inches and flopping onto the floor in one but thump. I laughed so hard till the point of tears running down my cheeks. After a few moments of grunting and groaning in self pity and fake pain, Zack joined me in uncontrollable laughter. “Thank you for everything,” I said with a pause after a few minutes of silence. Zack poked his head up from the edge of the bed and smiled. My heart missed a beat and before I could over think the action. Zack got up and launched himself on to the bed. I screamed and scrambled up to my feet the best I could but the heavy frumpy dress dragged me to the ground. I fell back onto the bed with a bounce. Zack scrambled into action but the sheets tangled around his monkey suit and pulled him along as the two of us bounced from the bed and landed on the ground with a heavy thump. “Fucking hell that hurt!”

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A/N The very subtle plug in is a Wattpad reference.

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Chapter Five: Pink Nails

“My buddies bet me that I wouldn’t be able to start a conversation with the hottest person in the bar. Wanna buy some drinks with their money?” I turned my head to the girl that spoke. With long straight pink hair and my little pony bow, she blended into the crowd like a champ. At the same time, her blue eyes stood out from the dark eyeshadow. A pretty petite girl with a heart-shaped face but the smirk on her mouth said she was anything but the innocent little girl her appearance told her to be. That and the Goth skull choker. “Let’s buy the most expensive drink on the menu then.” I winked in response. She laughed before holding out her hand in greeting. “Hannah.” I smiled and took her hand. “M.” She smirked before signaling the bartender. “Would you grab my arm, so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel?” I laughed and grabbed her arm as requested. “Your friends sure are demanding. Is there anything else they want us to do?” Wait. Am I flirting? “They just wanted to know something…” Hannah paused leaning forward in her seat. “Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?” I laughed before leaning forward, licking my lips the closer I got. Hannah’s eyes widened in shock before her gaze moved to my lips. A sly smirk crossed her lips and as I moved closer. Her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth puckered. I moved away and took a sip of my drink. “Nice try, but it’s going to take more than three pickup lines to get a kiss out of me!” I laughed. Hannah pouted before shaking her head and taking a sip of her drink with a chuckle. “That’s fair. I have twenty memorized.” I laughed before glancing to Zack’s direction. The boy seemed utterly pleased with the girl on his lap and tongue down his throat.

“Well, you’re in luck. My company is preoccupied so I have some time to kill. Hit me with your best shot.” I smirked while leaning back into the bar stool before sipping on my pink drink. “They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Well apparently, no one has ever been standing next to you.” I raised my eyebrow at this one. “Disneyland? Really? Come on I asked for your best one!” Hannah laughed before leaning forward. “For some reason, I was feeling a little off today. But when you came along, you definitely turned me on.” I laughed hard at this one. “Now that was smooth!” Hannah smirked before moving closer till the point her knees brushed my own. “I have a lot more where that came from. Let’s make this into a fun little game. You score my pick up lines by 1 to 5. 1 is lame and 5 is worthy of a kiss. When you get one worthy of a kiss you have to move a little closer to me and when you get a lame one you get to move away.” I paused, pondering over her suggestion. “And what is in it for me?” Hannah chuckles deeply before leaning forward, her face close to my ear. “Me.” She whispered before pecking the sensitive skin behind my ear. I shivered and bit my lip. “Sounds like a good bet to me.” Hannah pulled away with a sly smirk on her lips.

“Hey, you’re pretty and I’m cute. Together we’d be Pretty Cute.” 3. She moved her chair slightly forward. “I may not be a genie, but I can make your dreams come true.” 3. Her knees touched mine once more. “Is your name Google? Because you have everything I’ve been searching for.” 4. Her hand moved to the edge of my bar stool armrest, lightly brushing the skin of my arms. “Hello. Cupid called. He wants to tell you that he needs my heart back.” 1. She removed her arm with a slight smirk. “Do you have a pencil? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future.” 2. She touched the edge of my bar stool armrest, just out of reach of my arm. “Can you take me to the doctor? Because I just broke my leg falling for you.” 1. She removed her arm once again, the same old sly smirk hanging on her lips. “There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can’t take them off you.” 1. She leaned back into her seat, her knees no longer touching mine. “You don’t need keys to drive me crazy.” 3. She moved forward, her knees separating mine. Locking me in. It was quite clear she wasn’t planning on letting me go. She was striving for the magical number five and to win the game with a kiss. “Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?” 3. She leaned forward, both of her arms resting on my armrest. “I must be in a museum because you truly are a work of art.” 4. She leaned forward, her face only inches from mine. The sly smirk hanging from her lips as her sweet breath tickled my nose. She smells so good. “I’m no mathematician, but I’m pretty good with numbers. Tell you what, give me yours and watch what I can do with it.” And with that, she earns a five and seals the deal with a hot kiss on my lips.

“You know when I found out you’re into girls, this is what I wanted to see.” I chuckled at Zack’s words, leaning further into Hannah’s lap. She was slowly trailing her fingers up and down my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. After a hot make-out session right there at the bar, we pulled away panting for breath. Zack pulled up the chair close to our little spot by the lounge before setting down his drink in front of him. “This one girl gave me this.” I glanced at his hands. Pink nail polish. How fitting. I placed my hand onto the table and without another word, he slowly started to paint my nails in the light pastel pink.

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  “Tonight was insane. Hannah was so into you and damn girl you were all over her! Tell me everything!” Zack gushed as the cabbie drove us back to our hotel hours later. I blushed before telling Zack everything he missed before he found us making out by the bar. “Damn the girl is smooth. I should remember a few of those. What was your favorite?” I hummed as I pondered over his question. “The one that got her the kiss for sure.” Zack laughed before leaning into my side, resting his head onto my shoulder. “This has been really fun M. I really needed this…” He trailed off as his voice hitched in emotion. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m here for you.” I replied, pecking his forehead before returning my attention to the window. Zack’s snores filled the cabbie minutes later. I meant every damn word. I will always be there for him. I will support him in all his future crazy adventures. I will smooth away his nightmares and I will feed him chocolate chip cookies. I smiled holding his hand. Our matching pink nails glowed as the street lights hit them. Maybe falling hopelessly in love and having your heart broken by your best friend is a good thing. My close friendship with Zack did start after all when he found me crying my eyes out in his living room.

It was a few weeks into Sasha and John’s relationship. The two was attached to the hip, you couldn’t find the one without the other. Sasha no longer had time for me and if she did it wasn’t even real. I would come over for our usual marathon night or game night and she would spend the entire night on her phone. It was lonely and for the first time in our friendship, a guy was more important than me. In all of her previous relationships, our friendship remained the same. John was different. She loved him. Heck, she lost her virginity to him. She called me the second he left and begged me to come over. I rushed over, thinking that just maybe the two broke up and I would get my best friend back. Why I thought that was beyond me but like a complete twat I raced to her house and ran to her bedroom, excited and anxious at the same time. She was so overjoyed about their lovemaking, the words spilled out of her mouth before her bedroom door could close behind me. “John and I had sex!”

The news quite literally took my breath away. My heart clenched and cracked at the news. My deluded and hopeful mind dreamt that our first time would be together, something special. In that very moment, it became painfully clear that my best friend would never love me romantically. My skin turned cold and my heart dropped into my stomach. Sasha rambled on and on about her first sexual encounter while I forced a smile here and there. If she found my behavior strange, she didn’t speak of it. Instead, her attention turned towards her phone as John’s caller ID flashed on her screen. I took that as my cue to leave. I forced another smile and bid my goodbye. It was only once I was downstairs and out of hearing shot that I allowed myself to cry. A big heartbreakingly sob escaped my throat as I dropped to the floor and curled myself into a little ball. Zack found me there and after pulling me into his arms, he whispered comforting words into my hair. Once I calmed down, he led me up to his bedroom where I proceeded to spill the beans about my unrequited love and his sister’s sexual awakening. From that moment, Zack became my rock. A close friend to lean on. A brother that would always support and love me and I became that for him. A close friend he could open up about his time in the army. The pain and heartbreak he felt for his fallen brother. The terror of the gruesome nightmare he experienced. It was his turn to cry and my turn to rock him inside my arms and whisper sweet nothings into his buzz cut. I became his rock. A close friend to lean on. A sister that would always support and love him.

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Chapter Three: Greasy Sheets

“Remember I want a text every day. I need to know that you’re alive okay.” Daddy Dearest fussed before pulling me in for his famous bear hug. “I still don’t understand why you want to turn your phone off. What if there is an accident?” Dad question, concern etched into his tired face. Daddy Dearest pulled him into our now family bear hug. “Don’t worry sir. My phone will be on at all times. I will personally call you every night at 7pm with an update. I will take good care of your daughter. I promise.” Zack promised as he stood at the open door. We were running late but my doting fathers struggled to let me go. “Take care of her okay.” Daddy Dearest whispered before finally releasing me and giving me a light peck on the forehead. “Okay go before I change my mind!” Dad huffed before abruptly turning around, mumbling to himself as he disappeared into the kitchen. “I love you too!” I called after him with a chuckle.

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  “Come on Zack! At least give me a hint!” I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. Zack refused as to so much peep about what we’re going to do once we arrive in New York. No hints whatsoever. “Come on M. Not knowing what the future holds makes living fun.” I paused at his words. Is he right? Is truly not knowing what your future has in store a good thing? How does this make living life fun? I pondered over his words the entire flight. Constantly over thinking is truly exhausting. I’ve been indecisive my entire life. The idea of not knowing what my life will be like in only a short six months scares me endlessly. A routine is safe. My weekdays are painstakingly similar. My morning starts early with a quick 30-minute high-intensity workout supplied via YouTube. After my shower, I pull on the usual outfit: Jeans and a graphic T-shirt. Once dressed I will have breakfast with my fathers’ while Daddy Dearest styles my hair. After breakfast, I pull on my jacket and shoes before racing to school on my bicycle. At school, I meet up with Sasha and get a rundown of whatever is happening in her life and how John is doing. I know more personal details about John that I care to remember. No one but his girlfriend and mom should know what face he makes when he poops. Sasha didn’t spare any details and I haven’t been able to look at John the same ever since. We separate once the bell rings and my classes start. Then it’s simply just making small talk to my classmates here and there before meeting up with Sasha for lunch which is mainly the time she sucks face with John. After fighting the urge to vomit and cry, I finish my lunch before bidding her goodbye and making a beeline for the library. There I will return my books and loan new ones before joining my game friends in the computer lounge. We talk shop till the bell rings and I return to my classes. In the short second break I don’t even bother to meet up with Sasha and instead do some homework. After school, it’s back home to do whatever the hell I want. Watch series or read mainly. Occasionally I would hang out with Sasha like the good old days but there is only so much John stories a girl can take. This would repeat five days a week. The most exciting thing would be an occasional trip to the shopping center where I would stuff my face with McDonald’s and explore the bookstore and gaming center. Weekends was constant as well. Saturday is spend the day at Sasha’s or chill at the house. Sundays are a family day and whatever else you still need to do for the school. Nothing exciting ever really happened. I kept to my set routine like clockwork and although exciting opportunities would arrive; my fathers’ European cruise, rock legend ACDC in town, comic con, festivals and etc. Stepping outside my safe little bubble terrified me enough to stop me from every straying. Hence why this crazy adventure is long overdue. Who knows maybe I will hate every second. At least I tried something new. At least I left my safe routine and experience an adventure. At least I took one step forward to change.

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  “I would like to order 300 large chips and 300 of your largest containers of chicken nuggets,” Zack ordered as casual as can be. His tone so monotone you would think the crazy boy just asked directions, but oh no. Instead, he asked for the impossible. The lady blinked, mirroring my confused expression. “Sir, did you mean THREE large chips and THREE nine chicken nuggets?” I nodded my head. Of course, that’s what he meant. What else could he possibly mean? “I meant as in 300 large chips and 300 nine chicken nuggets,” Zack repeated himself and added a nice little eye role in my direction. It’s official. He was dropped on his head as a baby and has gone insane. Just my luck I go to a strange town with a complete loon. Is he going to sell my organs on the black market? Turn my insides into chicken nuggets? “Uhmmm sir we can’t sell that amount to just one person…” The lady trailed off. “Why not? Can I speak to your manager?” The young girl nodded unsure about what the hell she is supposed to do right about now. I mean same, girl. Same. At least after your done with this order you won’t have to see this loon again. I’m stuck with him for a week. I repeat. A week. The manager arrived and after having a brief conversation with Zack turned to the girl and gave her the go-ahead to put in the order. An hour later we walked out of McDonald’s with enough junk food to kill ten adults. “So what exactly are we going to do with all of this food? Hand it out to homeless people like those narcissistic YouTubers’ do when their views are low?” Zack simply shook his head before hailing a cab. “My dear sweet little innocent friend. We’re about to have a food fight in our pretty hotel room.” Zack tut like his answer should’ve been obvious. I was right. He is batshit crazy. Instead of slowing turning around and making a run for it, I followed him into the taxi. “Prepare to lose.” I chuckled in my best evil villain chuckle before grabbing a mouthful of chips. Victory will taste oh so sweet. And oily. So much grease.

If the hotel staff was concerned about our large quantity of McDonald bags, they didn’t show it as they guided us to our room. Zack clearly has whipped out his daddy’s credit card with a very nice, almost too white, room with a view. Once in the room, he turned to the TV and played around till he found what he was looking for. An epic dance soundtrack. I raised my eyebrow. “So Zack…” I paused when a wicked grin crossed his features. Before I could respond and move, a flock of fries hit me square in the face. The cold fries, soggy by now slowly dropped from my body and onto the white carpet. I blinked. What. Just. Happened? Instead of allowing my brain to just comprehend that Zack threw fries in my face, he picked up a box of chicken nuggets, took one and aimed. It hit me square in the boob. “Oh, it’s on!” With a war cry, I grabbed as many McDonald’s bags as I could and ducked for cover behind the chair. I immediately launched my own greasy attack, throwing a continues handful of fries as Zack squealed and ran to escape my soggy bullets. “Die! Die! Die!” I cackled as Zack squealed in pain as a large chicken nugget hit him straight in the nose. Zack, however, refuses to stand down. With his own battle cry, he gathered a handful of chicken nuggets, jumped on top of the bed and launched the greasy rocks to my head. I screamed, scrambled from behind the chair and ran to the bathroom. The greasy floor, however, had other plans. I gracefully tumbled to the floor, sliding a few meters. Zack stopped his attack abruptly. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” I viciously took his moment of weakness to attack with everything I got. Chicken nuggets flew through the air, hitting him all over his body. He dropped to the bed in one big thump, groaning in pain after the largest chicken nugget I could find hit him square in the balls. It was my turn to pause as I walked to my friend in concern. Zack turned the tables and pulled me into his greasy grasp and attacked my sides with his fingers. I squealed and wiggled but Zack simply cackled at my agony. “Stop! Please just stop!” After another few minutes of ticklish torture, he let me go. I collapsed next to him on the bed, gasping for air. I turned to face my friend and laughed. Laughed so hard tears ran down my cheeks and snot flew out of my nose. Zack joined in.

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  “I feel so gross.” I rolled onto my side. Once our laughter died down, Zack and I slipped into a peaceful nap covered in greasy sheets. The smell alone pulled me from my slumber. Soggy and greasy food stuck to everything. “Let’s go shower.” Zack rolled over to his side, pulling me into his arms. “In a minute.” He mumbled sleepily. I laughed before for pushing his arms off me and getting up from the bed. I pulled a face as I took in the no longer pretty and white hotel room. “The cleaning crew is going to hate us so much.” Zack simply laughed before slowly getting up. “Wait. Where are you going?” Zack paused as he stopped in front of the bathroom door. “Shower?” It was his turn to give me the are-you-nuts look. “I called it first!” I huffed before sprinting to the bathroom door. Zack simply stood strong and blocked my path. “We can always shower together.” Zack wiggled his eyebrows and added with a wink: “You know to save some water.” I rolled my eyes and shoved him out of the way. “No way in hell buddy. You’re not my type…” Both of us paused at my words. “Does this mean you only like girls?” Zack asked after a few moments of silence. I bit my lip. I never really thought about it. Love is love. It’s not only stuck to one gender. If I ever do move on from Sasha…I guess would I start to look romantically at other girls. Or will the next person I fall in love with be a guy? “Nah, I think both fields are fine.” I finally replied before closing the bathroom door. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I pulled a face and laughed. Oh, a shower is definitely needed. I look so gross.

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Chapter Two: Future Dreams

At first, I fought the love. How could I have romantic feelings for my very straight best friend? It’s wasn’t the fact that I loved someone from the same gender, it was a matter of loving someone knowing full well they would never return the feelings. The heartbreak that follows this type of love. Every part of my being knew that I have to move on. I have to accept that no matter how close we are, our love will never be romantic. I will always be her best friend. Years have passed with continuous heartbreak and empty hopes but my unrequited love stayed strong. Maybe distance is the answer? Maybe the reason why I haven’t been able to get over this love is that I see her every day? The very thought of losing the friendship made my stomach clench. As many nights before, I pondered over this till I fell asleep.

“Have you thought about what you want to do next year?” Dad asked at our usual family Sunday brunch. I bit my lip. Dad was a planner. He was the most organized person in our family of three. He was all about his routines and rules. Daddy dearest was his opposite. A dreamer. Never a true plan. Just riding the wave as he would say. Go with the flow. I was somewhere in the middle. I liked having a rough plan to follow and goals to work towards but if life rocked the boat and steered me into another direction; I wouldn’t fight it. “I can’t decide what I want to study. I don’t want to jump into a study because I think I might like the career and change my mind a few months in. It’s a waste of money.” Dad hummed in response and took another bite of the quiche. “Why don’t you just go out and travel?” It was my turn to hum as I thought about Daddy Dearest question. I wasn’t a massive traveler. Didn’t hold the need to constantly explore and go on these adventures. “I don’t know. I don’t want to waste money and just wander around without a purpose.” Dad sighed. I hated wasting money. Both of my dads’ worked hard for their money. It would be wrong of me to spend their money recklessly “We’ve been over this cupcake. We want to support you and your future.” It was my turn to sigh. “I know. I know. But the thing is I have no idea what I want to do.” Do I want to study? Do I want to travel? Do I want to leave Sasha? Panic bubbled inside my chest, inching up towards my throat before spilling out of my mouth. I sobbed. I’m only eighteen. How am I supposed to know now what I want to do for the rest of my life? “There is no rush but cupcake you’re graduating in six months. You should at least think about this.” Dad added before dropping the subject. Daddy Dearest simply gave me a reassuring pat on the back before raving about his cookie muffin. Apparently, he is so close to perfecting the recipe and then we can try it. He reassured that he is currently looking at the next big thing that’s going to blow up in his bakeries. I took his word for it. The man knew what he was talking about.

After brunch, I decided that instead of locking myself up in my room and feeling sorry for myself, my time would be better spent outside. Some fresh air would probably do me some good. As I cycled to the park, my thoughts wondered once more to the conversation hour prior. What am I going to do after I gratitude? Better yet what am I going to do about Sasha? It’s been five years by now. It quite breathtakingly clear that she isn’t suddenly going to confess her feelings and we will live happily ever after. Sasha and John have been dating for over a year now and I can see them going for the big one. Married. Cute little house. Seventeen children. Sasha always made it clear that she would marry and make tons of babies. There was no higher education in her sights. She wanted to be a housewife and kids and whatnot. John might just be the one she has that with. I sighed. My thoughts always went back to Sasha. I planned my entire life around her. Do I move away and go to college and allow the friendship to die off naturally? Sasha hasn’t exactly been super present in our friendship since her relationship with John kicked off. We didn’t really hang out like we used too but she is still my best friend. Right? My mind reeled, going from one thought to another. College. Travels. Sasha. College. Travels. Sasha. And cookies. Daddy Dearest planted the seed and now I’m craving cookies. Chocolate chip cookies to be precise. College. Travels. Sasha.

I simply just laid on the grass at the park, the background noises fading away. I stared at the leaves of the tree and just allowed my mind to wonder. Again the same things floated through my head. College. Travels. Sasha. How do you know what the right decision is? What if I go off to college and I fail because I have no idea what I want to study? Do I even want to study? Do I even want to travel and explore? How am I supposed to know what I want to do with my life now? Will distance from Sasha really help me? I know only one thing for sure. My unrequited love needs to end. The heartbreaking has been unending and there is only so much one human can take. I need to move on and go on with life. I can’t be stuck in the same sad loophole forever. I need to take the plunge and move forward. I need to do something big.

<Want to do something crazy?> Zack reply was instant. His caller ID flashed on my screen and I smiled before pressing the green phone. “I want to do something crazy. Do you want to go somewhere with me? For the week?” Don’t think about it. Just do. Thinking is getting me nowhere. I clearly have no idea what I want to do with my life but staying locked away stuck in my own confusing thoughts is clearly not going to get me anywhere. “What about school?” Zack asked after a few moments of silence. The nerd always worried about the little things. “One week from school won’t kill me. Besides I’m ahead with most of my subjects anyway.” I paused and bit my lip suddenly feeling unsure about my decision. Do I really want to go away for a week? Where would we even go? How is this going to help me decide what I want to do after high school? “I just need to get away from it all you know? I’m stuck in this sad little loophole and I’m drowning.” I added, my voice hitched as tears rolled down my cheeks. It was true. “Alright let’s do it. Where do you want to go?” Good question. “Let’s throw a dart on the map and go wherever it lands.” I bit my lip as the excitement grew for my new adventure. Maybe I should travel after high school…

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  “What do you mean you’re going to New York for a week with my brother? Are you insane? Honestly what has been going on with you these last few days? You’re acting so self-involved! I need you right now and you’re just abandoning me? Fine do whatever the hell you want! You clearly only care about yourself! Don’t bother crawling back to me after this stupid adventure of yours. I’m so done. It’s always just about you and I’m just so sick of it.” The phone beeped as she hung up and I sat there stunned. What just happened? Sasha’s response to my text message was unexpected, to say the least. I bit back tears. Is this how she really feels? Am I truly that much of a horrible friend? Maybe I should stay? I can still make everything right if I go over now… No. I need to do this. I need to do something for myself. Go out there and experience something different. I need to escape this loophole. I need to pull myself out of this water before I drown for real.

<What time are we leaving tomorrow?>

<The flight is at 8am. I will pick you up at 5am. Pack light.> Once the dart landed on New York, Zack took over with the promise to plan everything. Like, Dad, he was a planner. I fell back onto my bed and stared at my ceiling. I can’t believe I’m actually going through with this. I’m skipping school for the first time of my life and going on a crazy adventure with my best friend’s brother. Although these last few months he has been a better friend than the said best friend. I sighed as my thoughts returned to Sasha’s phone call. Did she really mean everything she said? Am I self-involved? I don’t think so but maybe that just proves her point? I glanced at my clock. 6 hours before we leave. Sleep would probably be a good idea right about now…Instead, my mind reeled about what our crazy one week adventure would be. Zack promised that he had the entire thing planned out. Apparently, he has a few things on his bucket list he wants to cross out and he wants to pull me along for a ride.

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