His eyes held a certain sadness. I wasn't sure if he really was happy for me. Quite frankly, I think me receiving this acceptance letter to Devry scared him. He didn't want me to leave California, but as usual he hid his real feelings. The boy tries so hard to be happy, but his eyes never tell a lie.
"Zacky, you hate that I got accepted. Don't you?"
His rough, calloused hands found their way to mine somehow. My favorite part of his body was his hands. The way he caressed my skin, the way he held onto my bare waist while we were relaxing by the ocean, or the way he made his guitar speak, all with his hands. His hands did wonders; all amazing in their own little way.
"I don't hate it." He paused and swallowed hard, "Okay, I do hate it slightly. Don't get me wrong, I am happy for you. It's just you are going to be going to Florida. That's really fucking far away. But I am happy. Things are finally going your way."
That last line escaping his soft, chapped lips was all I needed to here. I knew exactly what he was implying.
Gracefully, I stood on my tip-toes and pressed my forehead unto his. "Your band is going to make it one day. And if this bothers you so much, I'll just go to UCLA instead. My parents would probably be happier with that and I love you too much to just leave you."
Zacky forced a weak smile, "Don't do it for me. Do it for yourself. You deserve to be happy and it's obvious you aren't happy in Cali anymore. Hell, I'll move out to Florida with you. Maybe I'll even apply to some colleges. It's the least I can do. I think I owe you one."
I lifted my head up; my body filled with anxiousness and excitement. "Do you mean it?" My smiles was as wide as it could get. "Will you really move out there with me?" My heart was pounding faster every second.
Finally, he stifled a laugh, "Yes. I will move down there with you. Like I said, I owe it to you sugar. The guys will have to understand."
Monday, March 23, 2009
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