Mixtape of Their Favorite Band

Dallas’s Perspective

Adelaide was sick, but thankfully, Jack was taking care of her so I didn’t have to worry. Which also gave me even more time to hang out with Zack.

I spent a lot of time over his house, making out, fooling around, talking, watching movies. Although we had the same favorite music, songs sounded differently to me when he told me they were his favorites. He’d sometimes play guitar for me and sing.

Right now, I was sitting between his legs, my back against his chest, reading a book. He pushed my hair to the side and started sucking on my neck.

“Zack...” I moaned.

“What?” he asked lowly.

“I’m trying to read here.” I told him.

“Harry dies, then comes back to life.” he said, tapping the book with his pointer finger.

“Well, I know that.” I rolled my eyes.

“Then stop reading and pay attention to me!” he whined.

I threw it down.

“What?” I asked.
“Will you go on tour with us?” he asked.

“When?” I asked back.

“Summer.” he replied.

“Sure.” I nodded.

“And maybe after, you could live with me.” he suggested.

“Zack, I’m going to college after the summer. We talked about this.” I told him.

“I know, but I’m really gonna miss you.” He looked so sad.

“Look, you can see me if you guys tour in Texas.” I assured him.

“Dallas, come on.” he insisted.

“You come on. Look, I need to do something with my life. I won’t rely on you for money.”

“It wouldn’t bother me. I have plenty of it.”

“But it would bother me. I need some independence. College would give that to me.”

“Am I that suffocating?” he asked, hurt.

“Zack, don’t turn it into that.” I warned.

“Look, if you don’t want my help then...” he started but I cut in.

“Zack! This. Is. Not. About. You. I’ve had plans to go to ACU since I was a sophomore. I’m not doing this to hurt you. I’m not doing this because you’re doing anything wrong. This is for me and my future. Okay?” I ranted.

He eyed me silently.

“I’m sorry, Dallas. I overreacted. I mean, you mentioned going there before, but we never really talked about it.” he told me.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too. You were trying to offer to help me.” I nodded.

He held me close to his muscular form, kissing the top of my head.

“I love you, Dally girl.” he whispered.

“I love you too, Zacky.” I smiled back, kissing him sweetly on the lips.

Zack fell asleep, but my mind was still racing. I stepped outside of his house to call someone. I wanted to call Adelaide but she was sick. Alex had been ignoring me lately, which was odd. Jack was taking care of Adelaide.

I kind of wanted a guy’s perspective because I had no idea how to deal with this in the long-term. This was only our first fight. So I called Rian.

“Hello?” he answered after the third ring.

“Hey Ri, it’s me, Dallas.” I told him.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked.

“Um, I wanted to talk to you about something. I mean, I would’ve called Cass or Lisa, but I wanted a guy’s perspective, so it’s gonna sound kinda dumb, but...” I rambled.

“Hey, it’s no problem, I’m here. What’s going on?” he asked caringly. This is why I loved Rian. He was such a big teddy bear.

“Well, Zack wants me to live with him after this summer, but when I reminded him that I have to go to college and he got really upset, then I got upset. We dropped the subject, but I feel like we only solved it in the meantime.” I explained.

“Well, he’s probably thinking about what college is like. A lot of parties, drinking, maybe some sex.” Rian hinted.

“So he’s worried I’ll cheat on him.”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Rian said.

“But I won’t!” I protested.

“He doesn’t know that.” Rian pointed out.

“I guess you’re right. Should I live with him?” I asked.
“I can’t make the decision for you, but it’d make Zack really happy.” he told me.

“I know. Maybe I could take a year off. Work a little. Make some money.” I mused.

“That sounds good. Look, I gotta go, Cass is waiting.” he told me.

“And you don’t wanna keep her waiting. Bye, Rian.” I laughed.

“See ya, Dallas.” he said and hung up.

I crawled back into bed, hoping Zack didn’t notice I was gone.

“Where were you?” he asked sleepily.

“Bathroom.” I replied.


“Mmm. Love you, baby.” he murmured, holding me as he fell back asleep.

Notes

Title: Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen. Sorry I couldn't think of a lyric that fits this and Call Me Maybe came up on my iPod. It's a good song!

Dallas

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