Arizonian Sunshine ((Ashton Irwin))

Chapter Two

*Zona's POV*
My aunt and uncle embraced me with a big hug and five minutes of telling me how grown up and beautiful I was.  I nodded and smiled before Zach was told to take me inside and show me around, I was three the last time I came here.

It was just as extravagant on the inside as it was on the outside.  It was beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful. 

"Wow," I breathed is I took it all in, "they're loaded." Zach laughed

"I do have to agree with you there, but they're generous, I earn more than triple what someone else my age would, but students are generally quite skint." Through his rather posh, London based accent, there were hints of a Birmingham accent too.  He obviously wasn't originally from here.

"But they're nice employers right? I mean, they're not ridiculously strict or anything?" I asked as we headed upstairs, he was carrying my suitcase, which I was quite glad of, my muscles honestly are not existent.

"Well you did see me on the train, I'm allowed one day off a week, but I work from six until five, and then I eat dinner with your Aunt and Uncle at six every night.  The butler serves that though, so I get a break." He smiled

"Where do you go then?" I queried, whilst looking at the array of paintings hung on the wall along the corridor

"I just go into London, it's a long journey, but I love the city, it's a nice change from the countryside.  This is your room Zona, would you like me to help you to unpack your things?"

"I don't mind, if you have anything you need to do go and do that, but if you want to help then sure." I smiled, wide eyed

He opened the door and placed my suitcase on my bed, my, might I add, kingsize bed. I threw my rucksack next to it and unzipped the suitcase and began to take things to the wardrobe and chest-of-drawers.  Zach began to help me, taking out clothes and hanging them up carefully.

"How long have you worked for them then?" I asked him whilst we were both working

"Just a couple of months, they were advertising for someone young to come and help them. Later, I did discover that it was mainly because you were coming. But I was cool with that."

"Wait, so you're here to look after me?" I asked, shocked that my family didn't realise that an eighteen year old girl could look after herself.

"In a way yes, I'm like a friend helper you could say.  But you seem really nice, so I don't mind." He smiled, taking my now empty case and pushing it under my bed.

I began to realise I might actually really like it here. I didn't even miss my asshole parents much either.  I sat down onto my bed, Zach joined me.

"Do you like it here then?" He asked, looking into my eyes

"I think I might do," I said, "do you mind if I smoke? This house is so big that they won't tell anyway."

"Don't worry, your uncles big on the cigarettes too," he smiled, "can I get one?"

"Sure." I said as I pulled out the box and a lighter out of my rucksack. I handed him on and put my own between my lips and lit it, handing him the lighter as I breathed in deeply.

I soon finished and stubbed it out on my bedside table. It was five o'clock and had been told to dress smartly for dinner tonight by my Aunt and Uncle.  I decided to kick Zach out and have a shower so I could have a shower and get ready by myself.

I showered as quickly as I could and tried to pick out something nice, which ended up being a short, tight black dress.  By the time I had decided just to leave my blonde hair naturally straight, and I just put on my usual make up. It was soon enough five minutes to six and I decided to head downstairs to try and find the dinning room. The house was like a maze, corridors leading to somewhere else on every turn, but eventually I made it to the room, even though I was five minutes late.  My aunt and uncle smiled as I sat down where as Zach just rolled his eyes, nice boy huh.  We soon ate and then left the table.  Apparently drinking was also well encouraged in his house, so by the time we had eaten, I was quite tipsy.  Zach decided it would be best for him to take me back to my room, and I was honestly glad of it. 

When we got to my room my drunken brain thought it best to invite him in, which he politely did so, and then get him to lye on my bed with me, which he did.  I couldn't help but look at him, admiring his every inch, he was beautiful.

"Zach," I said, getting him to turn over and face me, "am I pretty?"

"You're beautiful." He replied, "One of the most beautiful girls I have ever set eyes on." He looked me in the eyes, not letting my stare leave his, that was when my drunken brain decided to kiss him.

I pushed my lips against his, as far as I can recall he kissed back for a second, before he pushed me off him.

"Woah, woah, woah. Zona, I-I, I didn't mean it like that."