The Writer & The Player #Wattys2016

Chapter 7

Practically straight after the interview we went back to the hotel where I finally got a breath of Zac-free air to myself. I immediately got out of that stupid skirt, and threw on some black denim jeans and a yellow singlet shirt, with the weather being so much warmer than it was in New York City.

About an hour had passed, where I didn't have to be anywhere with Zac and Rafael, and I finally had some down time to look at starting the beginning of the 'golden story', even though I had really wanted to crash in bed. I planned on having a peaceful afternoon. Rafael said Zac cancelled all his plans for the rest of the day, which meant I had the rest of the day to myself.

There was of course the Malibu thing, but I had decided that a) I wasn't going to be apart of anymore 'Zac shenanigans' and b) he was probably kidding anyway.

I was half way through writing the first paragraph of the 'golden story' when a knock at the door interrupted my already distracted thoughts.

I slid my MacBook across my knees and off onto the coffee table, gliding over to the door.

I opened up to meet Zac, casually dressed in a white shirt and black denim jeans and those famous RayBan's sitting over his eyes. I stifle a scoff.

"Believe it or not, there is no sun inside." I say, with a pointed look. One thing that bothers me, and I know it's a stupid pet peeve, but I cannot stand it when people wear sunglasses inside. Like why would you.

"You don't like my RayBan's?" He says innocently, lifting an eyebrow, with a twitch of a smile.

"Oh I like the RayBan's," I say, crossing my arms and leaning against the door. "You, on the other hand, is a different story."

His lips twitch up into a small smile, his eyes completely unreadable, shaded by the darkness of his Wayfarers. "You might wanna bring a change of clothes." He says.

"What for?" I enquire, utterly confused. "I thought I had an afternoon that was free of you." I blurted. I know I was being rude, but seriously, he had taken up enough of my time already. Time like last night when it wasn't occupationally required. Not to mention my precious sleep.

"Malibu." He states. "Look, I know there's something about me that you utterly hate, you can barely hide your facial expression. It's the same face you make when you look at cheese and tomato sandwiches." He laughs softly, then quickly regains his composure. "But I am trying to be a gentleman, and make up for my mistakes." I narrow my eyes. "So, come to Malibu with me and I'll make it up to you."

I look at him intensely, trying to search for his eyes somewhere behind his sunglasses. I appreciated the fact that he was trying to do somewhat of the 'right thing'. And I was really curious to know how he planned on getting my sleep back. Plus there's always Regina in the back of my mind asking me why the hell I didn't do such a thing.

"Alright." I say, decisively. "Only on one condition." He nods his head for me to continue. "I get control of the radio station."

He lets out a small but deep chuckle. "Deal."

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My hair fluttered around my face like a flag on a flagpole, whipping my skin. The warm air brushed past my face rapidly as I felt the ocean breeze flow through my nostrils. The winding road outlined the ocean with the crisp cliff edge, as the blue waves crashed against the tide.

I exhaled silently feeling somewhat at ease.

I would be feeling entirely at ease if it wasn't for the Nissan r34 going at 100km down the highway that I just happened to be in. Not to mention that it was Zac who was driving.