In which a girl meets the boy of her dreams, but can't figure out if it's real or in her head.
OR
In which a boy waits patiently for the girl of his dreams to want him the way he wants her
#1 under zach herron 7/24/22
Started; 11/2/21
Ended; 6/21/22
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Third Person.
Zach layed in bed, just staring at the ceiling as he tried to process everything.
It had now been 23 days since Melody's isolation began, and he still didn't know how to cope properly.
He's written her a few songs, ones that she'd never hear and ones that he couldn't wait to sing for her. He thought that maybe all the music would help distract him from her being gone, he thought that he'd be able to cope like nothing happened.
Oh, how he was terribly wrong.
He had resulted in drinking. He wasn't addicted, but it wouldn't be surprising if he did end up with an addiction at the rate he was going.
Everytime he was alone with his thoughts, he drank. He'd even shown up to rehearsals tipsy a few times. He swore nobody noticed, but all his friends new what was going on.
They new Zach was bad with confrontation, so they tried not to be too direct with how they adressed him about it. They'd say indirect stuff, and especially tried to keep him away from house parties, but nothing was working.
Still, everyday, it was the same thing. Him laying in bed with a glass of tequila in his hand.
Nobody told Melody about it, they didn't want to worry her. This time was about her focusing on herself, and they'd hate to put that kind of pressure on her to come back into Zach's life. But, at the same time, they were starting to think she was the only person that could stop him.
Zach jumped up when he heard a knock on his door, he was almost about to fall asleep. "Hey, can I come in?", he heard Ashton's voice from the other side of the door.
He let out a raspy "Come in!", before quickly chugging down the rest of the intoxicating beverage that sat on his bedside. Ashton walked in and was immediately hit with the smell of beer, which was quickly explained by the noticable amount of beer cans that sat on his desk.
"Jesus, Zach," The girl frowned as she set on his bed. The boy just shrugged and ran his hand through his hair, "Did, um, did you need something?"
Ashton could tell he was at the very least tipsy from the way he was speaking and how low his eyes were, but she wasn't in there to give him a lecture on how underage drinking is bad. She was there to tell him to get his shit together.
"Look, Zach, everyone around here is full of shit, so I'm gonna be straight up with you," She crossed her arms. Zach raised his eyebrows, "Excuse me?"
"This lil' self destructive shit you're doing isn't cute. I get it, you miss her, well she misses you too but she's still doing her best to be even better than she was before she left. And do you even know how much guilt she'd feel if she found out about this? Get your head out of your ass and clean yourself up." She shook her head, not bothered by Zach's offended face.
