Jurassic Love ↠ Z.M.

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GOING OFF TO WAR
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Sad looking Nick for an unhappy Zach.
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Zach's P.O.V.

    "I'm gonna miss you zachy-poo" my very very annoying girlfriend said

I never thought it could happen but she has managed to reach a whole new level of annoying.

"Uhh... yeah me too" I replied feeling very awkward

    I looked around hoping someone would tell me to do something, anything to get me out of this situation. Luckily the universe does not totally hate me. All though it doesn't love me either considering I have to go on this stupid trip to dinosaurus island.

"Zach lets go!" My mom yelled

"You're not going off to war" My dad added when she wouldn't let go of me

    I wish, that would give me a real excuse for why I was doing what I was going to do. I feel bad about it but my mom has always said to make sure you're always happy and if you're not get rid of what's making you unhappy. It seems kinda cheesy and in most cases easier said then done but it really made sense to me when I thought of this situation.

"Look I uh... I gotta go" I tell her trying to sound like my normal self but ultimately failing

"Ahh... bye zachy-poo" She replies as I pry her arms off of me

"Yep, bye, see ya later" I scramble as I move as fast as I can to get away from her

    By the time I get there everyone else is in the car and ready to go. I quickly get in closing the door and buckling my seatbelt. I half expect to see her face pressed up against my window like some killer in a horror movie. Thankfully she doesn't do that and thankfully she isn't a killer. If she was I don't think I'd be able to do what I was going to do.

"Ahh.. is the poor soldier gonna be home sick?" My dad asks me in a sickly sweet voice, the one you would use of you were talking to a baby

    I roll my eyes and quickly put my headphones on drowning out the sounds of their laughter with the sweet sounds of fall out boy and other amazing artists. I quickly go to my messages and send the prewritten text I've had since this morning. I lean my head on the window as I press the power button on my phone and soon I fall asleep with a new sense of peace and happiness.

|sent| 6:45 A.M.

Look I wasn't sure how to tell you this so I texted you instead

To put it bluntly we're over

It sounds really harsh and mean but I don't know how else to tell you

I'm sorry things didn't work out between us

|read| 6:46 A.M.

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I'm gonna make it bend and break

(It sent you to me without wings)

Say a prayer but let the good times roll

In case God doesn't show

(Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)

And I want these words to make things right

But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life

"Who does he think he is?"

If that's the worst you got

Better put your fingers back to the keys

One night and one more time

Thanks for the memories

Even though they weren't so great

"He tastes like you only sweeter, "

One night, yeah, and one more time

Thanks for the memories,

thanks for the memories

"See, he tastes like you only sweeter."
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    The music is suddenly cut off and my headphones are ripped off my head. Leaving me to realize how sore my ears are from them.

"What?" I ask somewhat irritated

"Promise me you'll look after your brother and take care of him" My mom somewhat asks but mostly demands, somehow managing to still sound sweet.

"Yeah, yeah I will" I promise her trying not to get annoyed

"Alright you guys have fun and remember if anything chases you.. run" She tells us in a joking tone