How did we end up here??

The tour was about to end and Zack and I had been going strong the entire time. It was crazy spending this much time with someone I felt so strongly about. I had told him so much about me. Granted there were still things he didn't know, like my depression and psycho ex past. But I just really thought it was too soon.

He was flying to Arizona after tour ended to stay with me for about two weeks. He had brought up meeting my family and I shot it down every time. I had talked to my family in basically a year. I didn't want the first time I talked to them to be about them meeting a guy I knew they wouldn't like. I just told him it wasn't time. For a lot of reasons. He knew what happened and he knew I hadn't spoken to them in awhile. He also knew it really bothered me but I never let on that it did. I tried really hard to act like I was doing okay without them. They kicked me out after all, I should be mad about that shouldn't I?

"Wow. You live here? It's fucking hot as hell and your place is smaller than i imagined." I giggled, what did he expect? I'm a beginning musician. Of course it's a one bedroom apartment. My house was a tan color that it has been since I moved in. I wanted to paint it so badly but wasn't allowed to. So instead the walls were covered with paintings I had bought at art walks and photos of me with friends from high school and the band.

"Who is this?" He asked pointing to a picture of me and my best friend from high school.

"Oh, that's Aaron. He was my best friend until the band got really serious. We already barely saw each other as it was and once I got consumed into this, it just kinda ended." I looked at the photo smiling. It was from the first time we ever hung out. It was from an all night laser tag event. I took the photo at about 5 am after being up all day and night mid game and it was a prized possession of mine. Zack saw me staring at in nostalgia and he grabbed my hands.

"When was the last time you talked to him?" He looked genuinely concerned. I sighed.

"A couple months ago. He hasnt messaged me and I havent really had the time to message him. Its been crazy with tour and all." Zack walked over to the counter and grabbed my phone.

"Call him, now." he looked really serious. " you don't have your family in your life and from what i'm hearing he basically was your family. call him and arrange to see him while i'm in town. i want to meet your friends." i was blown away. never, in my entire life, had anyone shown this much interest in my personal life. anyone i've ever dated never wanted to be around my friends or even my family. this was amazing to me.

i grabbed my phone from him and sat on my couch and dialed his number that i still had memorized. i didn't think he'd pick up because he hates talking on the phone, but after three rings it answered.

"Hello??" he sounded really shocked or confused. I couldn't really tell which.

"hey loser, miss me?" I said with tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't realize how much i missed the sound of his voice.

"Well shit, she's back from the dead. miss rockstar remembered her original fan." I laughed at the memory of him always encouraging me to follow my dreams when i was younger. he was the only one who actually believed in me.


"i'm back in town and someone really important to me is staying with me for a week or two and i want you to meet him. it would mean a lot to me."

"Him??" I could hear him raising an eyebrow over the phone.

"yes, him. Just make sure not to wear any all time low shirt when i see you, okay?" I heard him gasp. he caught what i was saying.


"well well well...little amy all grown up. I'll see you tomorrow, pick me up after work." I said okay and hung up. Zack smiled at me the biggest smile in the world i had a few tears left on my cheek and he wiped them off with his thumb before leaning down and kissing me. i swear, ive made a lot of bad decisions in my life, but he wasn't one of them.

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