-Zacky- I Can't Stop The Rain. [Seven] Thunder As Cold As Ice -Vengeance.-

My eyes were focused forward. I don't know how I ended up here. Under a boys under with my head on his shoulder. I dont know why Im so comfortable with his lips on my forehead, or with his hand caressing my shoulder. But this boy, this, Zacky forced himself into my life in less than one day. In less than a couple hours.

"I don't know you.." His words caressed my skin as our feet tapped against the pavement in sync. His pace matching mine. His lip ring calming my breath.

"You're right. Get off me." I muttered playfully, nudging him in the ribs with my elbow. He stopped walking and gasped for breath. I guess I hit him pretty hard..

"OH shit, Zack. My bad!" I gasped. My eyes wide as he kneeled over. I would have rolled my eyes if he didnt look like he was in so much pain.

"No, baby, its fine." He waved his arm frantically, trying to get me away as he gasped for breath.

"Eeek! You just called me baby, omg, omg!" My eyes were even wide. I looked up at sky and sighed dreamily.

"Yeah, thats right Brit. Day dream while I'm dying!"
"Oh, you'll live!"
"Brittany!"

"What do you want?! Leave me alone!" I was still staring off when his cold hands grasped my face and forced my eyes to rest on his. I gave him a shit eating grin and shrugged. Just like all day, he pressed his lips forcefully against my own. Warming me entirely.

"What am I going to do with you?" He muttered as I bit at his lip. My eyes on his own.

"Walk me home. Like you said. Dumbass." I patted him on the chest and turned away. Walking down the street that would eventually lead us to my house, if, he could keep up.

"You're going to have to stop calling me that." We rounded a corner, passing a Mc Donalds, a few other fast food restaurants, and finally. A park. My park. My eyes gazed over it slowly, taking in the jungle gym, the swing set, the sand box, the large oak tree and of course, the long bench. It had my name written all over, along with Lyndsey, Brian, and a few of our other friends, Jimmy and Johnny. We claimed that poor bench as our own. Zacky must have caught me staring.

"You know my name is on there too." He nodded towards the bench slightly. Shocked, I looked over at him and rose my eyebrow. "Yeah, I watched all of you craving into that old piece of wood a couple years ago and decided to do something about it." He shrugged, playing with his lip ring with the hand that wasn't around my shoulder.

"You..wrote.. On our bench?!" I punched him in the shoulder almost immideatly. That bench was forbidden territory, he just cross it. I stomped over to it after pushing his hand off and searched for something unrecognizable. Sure enough, right in front of me.

"You guys are all idiots for writing on this bench." - Zacky fucking- Baker.

He was behind me by the time I finished reading. My mouth was open, ready to curse him to high heavens. But before I got the chance to wrap my arms around his neck and choke the daylights out of him. Someone was screaming calling my name.


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"BRITANY AYANA SMITH! GET YOUR BOTTOM IN THIS HOUSE! You'll catch your death out there!" My mom hollered from across the street and a few houses down. She was leaning on the porch. I flinched, praying she hadn't seen Zacky yet. "And bring the tooo too sweetie! I SEE HIM!" Groaning quietly, I rested my head on his chest. Which was now shuddering with laughs that quietly begged to burst out. I glared at him.

"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you.." I glared at him before nodding towards my mom.
"Why can't I laugh? Ayanaaa. " He grinned at me and nudged me with his shoulder.
"Listen, Zacky fucking Baker, you better calm the fuck down before I fucking-"

"BRITTANY! I KNOW IT'S NOT YOU I HEAR CUSSING LIKE A PIRATE OUT THERE GIRL." My mother screeched. How she heard me.. was a mystery.

"Of course not mom!" I groaned and looked both ways, crossing the street with Zacky laughing up a storm behind me. His hands shoved into his pockets.

"Yeah, that's right Brittany." He grinned, and kissed the back of my head, easing up to walk beside me.

"Fuck you Zacky."

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