Once again I've been sucked into the world of writing. I've forgotton the feeling of leaving everything behind and fabricating a story from my imagination. How I've missed it. Well here's Chapter 5.
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Zack POV:
“I have to pick up Sunday from camp come with me?”
“Really?” I hug her tight to my chest. We leave the back room.
“We'll be back, Abby you stay.” Lucy leads me to her car and she drives her hand interlaced with mine on the center console. We arrive to a day camp and Lucy parks the car. She climbs out and takes my hand walking towards a table she signs a paper and a women with a gazillion pipe cleaners in her hair pops out from behind a building.
“Was attacked by five year olds” was her explanation.
Lucy walks towards a group of children on the swings and grabs a girl with curly brown hair by the waist. The girl giggles and I know that she inherited her mother’s laugh. Lucy brings her over. We walk silently and only after we get in the car do the questions start
“Where's Abby?” “Who's this?” “How was day?” “And guess what I did at camp!”
“She's waiting for us” “this is your daddy” “my day was good” “and saved the camp from killer bugs.” Lucy rattles off pulling into the warped tour parking lot. The backseat is dead quiet. We climb out and Lucy unbuckles Sunday who runs towards me and hugs me real tight.
“I knew you'd come one day” she says as I hold her and pull Lucy under my arm. We walk backstage and I swear I was dreaming. I got Lucy back and Sunday. I was parading them around and walked on the bus. Lucy goes first and is greeted by the guys and Abby. I take a deep breath and walk up the stairs with Sunday in my arms. When we come into view, everyone stops talking. Jack jumps from his seat and runs towards us. Sunday turns into me and tries to disappear into me.
“Sunday its ok, this is daddy’s friend” She peeks out towards Jack.
“Hello” she says shyly.
“I’m Uncle Jack!” I hold her close. I can’t believe she already trusts me. She starts laughing and I realize she laughs exactly like her mother, carefree and loving. I put Sunday down and Jack immediately has her attention. I pull Lucy to me and wrap her in my arms, resting my chin on top of her head. This is what I’ve wanted so badly and ached for all these years. It’s finally mine and I’m never letting it go. We watch the guys play with Sunday and Abby. Jack with Sunday on his back walks up to Rian slaps him on the shoulder screaming “TAG!” Soon everyone is outside involved in a game of tag quickly involving the crew when Rian tackles Matt. I grab Lucy and sit into a chair set up in front of the bus. I sit her in my lap wrapping my arms around her.
“I’ve missed you all these years” I whisper into her shoulder.
“I’ve missed you too, and I’m sorry” she whispers back.
“It’s ok, it’s over and I have you back” I hug her closer. Jack runs by with Sunday on his back, backpedalling when he sees us in the chair. He pulls out his phone takes a picture, looks over his shoulder, sees Matt coming towards us and high tails it. We start laughing.
“Thank you”
“For what?”
“For loving her, for not being mad about what happened, for searching all these years, and for loving me”
“I never stopped searching and now that I have you guys I’m not letting you leave me. I promise to move down to Dallas and I’ll quit the band and get a desk job if I have to.” I tell her.
“Whoa brakes on the train Zack. First off you are not quitting the band. I won’t let you, and as for moving, Sunday and I will move to”
“Baltimore”
“Baltimore, I run the bar from Dallas without problems”
“Wait you own the bar still?”
“Yea I do”
“I went in at least once a year and asked if you owned the bar still and they always said no”
“That’s because of Sunday. Remember that article they were writing the night you came in. Well they thought it was disgraceful for a single mom so young to own a bar. They were trying to ruin me, and never ran the article.”
“I looked for that article everywhere”
“Never ran”
“What about your family and Sunday’s school?”
“I’ll visit when you guys are on tour, and I’ve home schooled Sunday for almost a year.”
“Why?”
“Everyone always got noisy since were so young and because you weren’t in the picture, the parents would say rude things to me, and the kids would tease Sunday”
“Well then moving to Baltimore will be good for you guys. After the tour you’ll move to Baltimore and we’ll buy a house”. I pull out my phone and snap a picture of the two of us. I get a Twitter notification. I open it to find Jack had posted the picture of Lucy and I. “Finally after nearly 7 years @Zackalltimelow has finally found his forever” His next post was a photo of Sunday and him hiding behind someone’s tour bus. “Shhhhh were hiding from @Alexalltimelow, who is currently it in a game of tag”. All the comments were about Sunday.
“Who’s kid is that?” Then one fan put two and two together.
“Does anyone else think she looks a lot like @Zackalltimelow?”
“Well Jack just made us public and the world knows about Sunday” I tell Lucy. She looks up nervously. “Don’t worry she now has our entire fan base in love with her”. She sighs in relief. I decide to add my two cents and went to find Sunday. I put Lucy on my back and walk off towards the direction they ran earlier. I can hear Lucy giggling on my back and holding my neck. We find them hiding behind the last bus in line. “Hey Jack way to make Sunday and Lucy public”
“Sorry I was excited.” I hand my phone to Jack while Lucy jumps off my back. I hold Sunday in one arm and throw my other arm over Lucy’s shoulders pulling her to my side. Jack takes the picture and I put Sunday down and she runs to Jack and they take off for a new hiding spot. Lucy stays under my arm while we walk back to the chair. I pull her into my lap and open my Twitter app.
“To answer all the questions due to Jack’s eagerness…” I post the picture. “This is my family. Welcome Lucy and Sunday Marie into the All Time Low Hustler Family”
“Lucy do you have a Twitter”
“No”
“Better make one now”. I help her set one up on her phone. I tweet again.
“@LucyRyans my Whoever <3”. She gained 100’s of followers when we checked her phone. “You’ll be trending soon” I tease her. We sit in comfortable silence when Jesse Lawson runs by with Sunday. “Hey! Where’s Jack?”
“He’s it” Sunday says simply and runs off.
“Jesse if she gets lost, hurt, or upset I’ll ring your neck!” He turns around and salutes me.
Lucy POV:
“Half the people here are now involved in this game!” Zack laughs. We walk around the venue hand in hand weaving between the buses. Often finding hiding band members and crew snickering at whoever was currently it. After the sun set we find everyone around a bonfire roasting marshmallows. Sunday sitting in Alex’s lap, turns to see us walk up and waves.
“So Lucy” Alex asks “Are you and Sunday going to come on tour with us?”
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Finding My Whoever... (All Time Low) Zack Merrick ON HOLD Till MAY
أدب الهواةThis is the story of Lucy Ryans. She made a mistake when she was younger. She's been to hell in back and is hanging on by a small thread that everyday reminds herself of her mistakes. After nearly 7 years she's forced to face the truth, fess up and...
