Don't Forget About Me (Zacky Vengeance)

Chapter Two

My promise was kept.

Yes, that is an OLD picture of Zacky, my guess is from late 90's.

Perfect.

But I'm gonna make him have his tattoos, so imagine that picture...with tattoos.

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Chapter Two

The streets were crowded in downtown Huntington Beach, California. It had been my dad's idea to move here, and we were forced to follow him.

No. I couldn't think about them. They were out of my life now, and I needed to keep it that way.

Dressed in a Beatles tank-top and denim shorts with flip flops, I strolled down the sidewalk. Several people passed, but the guys did double takes and whistled. I ignored them.

I didn't want to be in a relationship, much less with those losers.

When I walked into the place, it was completely empty except for a guy leaning on the glass counter with a wine cooler and a magazine. He looked up when the bell on the door rang and shut the magazine. "How may I help you?"

He was hot.

The guy had black hair that was gelled up in the front, beautiful green eyes that I could see from the doorway, and snakebites on his lips. His ears were plugged too. His arms were covered in tattoos, his nails painted black, and he had on an Iron Maiden t-shirt.

He seemed awfully mature for somebody who looked my age. So many tattoos? Wine cooler?

"Uh...I-I just wanted to get a guitar," I stammered. Of course I wanted a guitar! Why else would I be here?

"You have come to the right place then," he chuckled. He came from behind the counter and I noticed he was dressed in black shorts and black flip flops. It had to be 100 degrees outside, and it was September.

"How much money do you have?" he asked suddenly.

"A-About 300 dollars." I couldn't get over how cute he was.

"Alright. Did you want to pre-order it or just get it now?" he questioned. I guessed this was part of the routine of narrowing down the guitars that were overflowing the place.

"I wanted to go ahead and get it now."

"Do you play guitar, or is this your first guitar?"

"I play a little acoustic, but I want a professinal electric to play," I explained. I hoped he took longer with the questions so i could spend more time with him.

Sadly, that was his last question, and he gestured me over to the section closest to the counter. There were about fifteen guitars. "This is the section that's in your budget. All of these are professinal, and they're really good guitars."

"Thank you, um..."

"Zacky Baker. I prefer to go by Zacky Vengeance, though," he answered, smiling. I smiled back. That was a cute name, and it suited his adorable face.

What was I saying?

I looked at all the guitars and the only one that stood out to me was a black one priced at 250$. "Excuse me, Zacky?"

He took a final sip from his bottle and looked up. "Did you find one?"

"Yeah. What's this one?" I asked, pointing to the one I liked.

He smirked. "Ah. That's a Gibson Les Paul Standard. Very good guitars. Is that the one you want? Final answer?"

"Yup."