Zac:
"I'm bored, Ike entertain me!" I turned to Isaac; he looked over at me like I was dumb.
"Relax, we finally get a vacation, and YOU want ME to raise my BUTT up from where I sit...forshame..." Ike said stressing the you, me, and butt. All's I wanted to do is something that doesn't require sitting around and scratching my butt.
"Come on... soccer?" I casually suggested, glancing over at him.
"NOOO, you pest...JERRY JERRY JERRY!" Ike yelled at the TV as two really fat women punched each other. I swear of Ike didn't have a mind of a 2 year old, he would be cool sometimes. Not that he's always like this, just sometimes. Just like sometimes I want to take him by his scrawny neck and squeeze hard, until he's blue. But we won't go there. At least not yet.
I got up and went to my room to find Tay. Taylor was sitting on his bed writing something. I eyed him, leaning over a notebook and writing like a mad scientist would if he got a brilliant idea.
"Hey wanna play soccer?" I said with a pleading tone in it. I hated just to sit around, and I love soccer, I know Taylor does too. He can't deny it.
"Not now, I'm writing something." he replied like a robot, he didn't even look up. Well excuse me for bothering you, lord jackass!
I walked out of the room without another word, I wondered to the kitchen. I can tell when I'm not wanted. Lets see who can I get to play soccer with me.... Mac...no, he's over at his friends house...Avie...no, to fragile...Jessica...no, to busy with her friends.... Zoë, she's a baby.... I'm pathetic. I need some friends. Oh yeah...I have friends! HA! I can call uh.... Wayne...he's on vacation, darn. Craig...yeah Craig...ha...I knew, I knew someone.
I opened the address book that lay on the table, let's see crraaaiigg, what's his last name? Smitha, what a weird name. I slowly dialed his number, having to keep glancing at his number written neatly by my mom in our address book.
"Hello?" Craig's voice asked.
"Hey dude, can you come over?" I said hopefully, soon the boredom would be over.
"I'm really not feeling well, man...I can't" he tried to sound pathetic. What a dork...
"Uh that's okay...see ya around I guess" I hung up right away, didn't want to stay on to hear his crap. I have no friends! I HAVE NO BROTHERS!
"Maybe I can go for a walk...maybe?" I asked myself, thinking that if I disguised myself well enough that I could pull it off. Why not, what did I have to lose but time and maybe some calories. That sounded like something a girl would say, didn't it? I scare myself sometimes.
Diggins:
"Dear gosh...it's the what, third time this week, we had to do this" Kim whined as I packed up my guitar to go to practice.
"Yes, and you better pack up your bass or I'll kill you, we have to be by Nat's at uh.... Four. She'll get mad if we're late." I said as I concentrated on stuffing all my music into the pocket of my gig bag. I threw on a light black fleece. Kim left to go get her bass from her house. We would meet in a few minutes at her house. It was on the way to Nat's.
"If we want to be good, then we have to practice, and we have to be tight as a group and as friends. We have to start to record a demo!" I said to Byron (my guitar) as i zipped him up in his gig-bag. I stood up straight and stuck my arm though a strap and put my arm though the other.
I walked through the corridor that led from my room to the kitchen. I glanced at the refrigerator; a note hung on it. "Dear, Digs I'll be home at 10:00, be good. Love mom" I sneered at the note "love mom" I said in a mimicking voice. She TRIES to be my mom but she'd rather be at her boyfriend's house. Well screw her! God I miss my dad.
I exited the house and locked the door. I turned the knob hard just to test the door. Good locked tight. I patted my back pocket to make sure I had my key. I turned around and made my way down the walkway. I turned and stopped dead in my tracks, my lungs automatically stole air from around me in abundance. My mind was quickly formulating plans to get away, but they surrounded me, I was helpless.
Zac:
I threw on a Black shirt despite the hot weather, jeans, and sunglasses. I pulled my hair back and tied my sneakers. I walked over to the mirror and glanced in it; " ooo, I'm just so sexy" I laughed at the comment.
I made my way to Ike; "hey I'm going to go for a walk around, okay?" He looked me up and down Like I was naked or something, that's scary, my brother, looking me up and down, naked. I shuttered at the thought.
"Okay but don't draw attention to yourself," he suddenly got a big grin, "now have fun, little Zac poo"
I back away, "uh yeah bye Ike, I love you big brother!" I said in a high voice. Then I set out on my walk. That was suppose to stave off boredom, but just caused more of it. That was dumb of me.
I wandered around for; it could have been an hour, when I heard a scream of pain. I thought it was quite funny cause it sounded like a Taylor when I kick him in his butt and he gets mad and screams at me. I turned the corner to see five girls kicking the crap out of one. My heart felt like it would stop, it scared me. The girl got up and, one of the other girls punched her a good one and the girl fell to the ground. She had stopped moving, this girl with a huge nose kicked her repeatedly. The girl on the ground filched everytime she was kicked.
First, I was taken by shock. Then I came back to my senses and ran to the scene.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I said as I ran toward the girls, "GET OUT OF HERE!" I glanced down at the beaten girl. Her shirt was torn and lifted up a bit, I could see her bra. She had cuts and scratches; the bruises already started to show up. Her face worse than the rest of her body; her eye was black and puffed up so her eye couldn't open, her lip spilt in several places, her nose bled on to her cheek and chin, scratches and cuts like crazy all over. I could hear her silently struggling to breathe. Tears ran down and stung her cuts. She trembled from fear and pain.
All the girls looked at me like I was a freaking leper! "What do you want!" yelled one of the girls, preps.
"Yeah who are you...Her boyfriend?" added the one with the big nose.
I had to think of how to get them away from her, "Yeah I am, and I don't care who you are I'll kick your ass. So leave!"
They all looked at me like I was stupid or they didn't comprehend what I said.
"GO!" I yelled as loud as I could.
They all shot me an evil sneer and walked off one after another. I was relieved when they had gone. I looked over at the girl who had crawled over to a mangled, smashed guitar lying in pieces on the sidewalk; the gig bag was just feet away. She took the broken neck in one hand and the pick-guard with pieces of the body with it in the other. She suddenly let out a loud savage yell and cried. She shook violently, cried and sobbed. I had no idea what to do but stand there and witness it. I mean it was just an instrument, it could be replaced. She took the remains and cradled it close to her and rocked back and forth, crying so mournful it made me want to cry.
"No, not my music." she said between sobs of frustration, sadness, anger, vain, etc.
I slowly made my way to her. I kneeled next to her, and didn't say anything; I slowly glided my hand around on the top of her back. Maybe if she knew someone was with her, it would make her feel better. We sat there for a long time, until her cries seized.
"Thank you..." she said in a lost voice. I wanted to take her in my arms, try to comfort her. I felt so bad; I hate it when people are sad.
"What's your name." I asked in a calm voice, trying to be soothing.
"Diggins, you?" she heaved one last time letting all the tense feelings flow out of her. She wiped the tears away with her sleeve.
"Z..." I stopped myself, I couldn't say Zac, "Travis" I quickly saved myself.
"What am I suppose to do. They killed my self-esteem, My wonder, and now the only thing that restores them, my music, my guitar, they have killed that too!" She paused a moment. She let her head go back, her eye (the one that worked right now) closed and she breathed deeply and exhaled. "My father gave me that guitar, before he died. They have killed the only thing that reminds me of my father." Tears once again streamed down her face. Only not tears of rage, tears of sorrow.
I felt for her, so much. I couldn't leave her alone now. Now that she has shared this with me, something I bet only her closest friends know. She must trust me even though I'm only a stranger. I'm not really a stranger now we have introduced ourselves. Haven't we. That's sad, her father... and those monsters destroyed it.
"Don't let them get to you, hold your head high." I tried to reason. I don't think it was helping though. Nothing I could say would make her feel better. We both knew it wasn't going to help.
She looked at her watch, "damn, I was suppose to be at practice thirty minutes ago." she looked over at me, like she was noticeing me for the first time. It almost made me smile, the wonder in her eyes was flattering, and it felt like she was giving me the best compliment in the world.
Diggins:
I looked over at him. I hadn't actually noticed he was a person, a being, until I looked over and saw him with my own eyes. I saw the corners of his mouth, curl up just the tiniest bit. I hated to cry in front of strangers. Now that I cried in front of Travis, I think that's what he said his name was, I feel like I'm closer to him than most of my "friends". Where did he appear from anyway? Like a friggin' knight in shining armor. Which kind of made me slightly attracted to him on the contrary.
"So what now?" he asked me shyly looking at the ground.
"I'm going home." I looked over at my house maybe ten feet away. He followed my look, and stared at my house.
"Oh..." he sounded almost hurt by the comment.
The cuts hurt and stung. Maybe he could help me clean my cuts and put bandages on them. My mother won't. So why not my new friend, I can trust him.
"Can I trust you?" I found myself ask him.
"Well...yeah"
"Can you help me, with my cuts; I mean to clean them and stuff." he instantly grinned at me, like a schoolboy. I blushed madly.
"Yeah, I would love to..." he laughed.
His laugh alone was enough to make me want to kiss him. But his smile, piece of priceless art. But I had to restrain myself. I can't show anything for him but friendship. Love and feelings messes everything up, lives if you must.
I struggled to get to my feet and started back up the walk. Travis followed looking around happily. If he got an ounce happier he would probably start to skip. I unlocked the door and we entered the humble abode. I got some hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, and bandages. I put them on the kitchen counter top, and sat on a stool. I started to clean the cuts I could reach and put bandages on them.
"Need help?" he looked genuinely lost.
"Uh...yeah, take over." I said bracing myself for the sting of peroxide.
Zac:
I nervously took a cotton ball out of the bag and put some peroxide on it. I didn't know exactly where to put it on her. "Where should I start?" I asked her nervously.
She looked at me, "are you able to handle my back?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah" I replied, almost going into giggles because I'm going to get to see a girl with just a bra on, on top.
She pulled one of her arms through the sleeve of a black fleece and pulled it up around her shoulder, then the other, her other shirt came with the fleece. I almost died, with her like that. It was magical to say the least. It was my first sight of a girl like that.
I slowly applied peroxide to her back trying not to make it hurt much. She shook everytime I put the cold liquid on her back. I was half giggling the whole time, but I was silent in my laughs.
"Turn around so I can get your face." I commanded, she turned around and faced me looking embarrassed, and red-faced.
I thoroughly enjoyed putting peroxide, on her bare skin. It gave me a sense of belonging to someone. I mean other than my parents, which I obviously belonged to until I was 18, but even after that they owned me. Also that someone belonged to me, not in a property way, a loving way. I wanted to get to know her better, to hang out or something. Even if she felt better with a group of friends we could invite friends. Anything for me to get closer to her. But then again, she didn't even know my real name. When I feel like I'm ready to tell her, she'll understand.