Once Upon A Rush #3 (A Zachery Johnson Story)

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A/N: That's Adrian's outfit ^. That armpit hair be on fleek. Shadow or armpit hair? 😂 I'm horrible.

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Adrian

The drive to Zach's house was silent. Apart from the slight sound of the cars driving past outside and the faint sound of the music playing on the radio- it was silent. It was a comfortable silence though. One that I could relax and gather my thoughts in.

"We're here." Zach mumbled, swerving the car and pulling up into a driveway. But he wasn't done. He rolled the window down and reached over to insert a key into something I couldn't see as his body was covering my view.

Suddenly, a garage door lifted. One that I hadn't noticed, and when I say that I saw a garage bigger and better than Franklin had in grand theft auto than I meant it. It was extraordinary. It was magnificent. Words couldn't describe how many cars and motorbikes were in this garage and I was pretty sure at least everyone's dream cars were in there.

"Holy cheese on a cracker." I whispered, feeling my head spin at the sight. Zach chuckled, accelerating into the garage and parking in the only spot that hadn't sported a car.

I practically jumped out and examined all the cars one by one, stopping on a particular black sleek Lamborghini Avendator. "This one has got to be my favourite." I whispered, afraid to touch it.

Zach chuckled. "That one is Alex's. I gifted it to her on her sixteenth birthday, even though she wasn't allowed to drive- you know the legal age is seventeen and all- she still drove it. She is one fucking rebel. Half of these are hers."

I grinned, gazing around the huge garage with all these expensive cars lined up. "I want to meet her."

His eyebrow raised and he smiled. "You have to be careful around that one."

I didn't know what he meant by that, but I shrugged it off anyway.

"Anyway, let's go to her room and see what she has, I'm sure she has something for you to wear." He mumbled, walking towards another door that I was pretty sure lead to the house. He opened it and I almost fainted.

"No way!" I yelled, sprinting into the house. It was a freaking mansion. The one's with the two flights of stairs and everything!

I touched the sofa and my hand felt like it was touching a cloud. "You have got to be fudging kidding me."

He chuckled. "Come on, don't want to be late."

I followed him up the never ending stairs and when we finally made it to the top, I was breathless. I am so unhealthy.

We walked and walked and walked until we finally got to a room door, he opened the door and pushed it open.

"You look through the cupboard and her makeup shit, see if you can find anything. I'm going to go get changed." He smiled, walking away. (Not before I flicked his forehead of course.)

I took one step into the bedroom and died. Okay, I never died but I was on the pathway to dying anyway. These people were more than rich. The bedroom was fudging luxury. No time to look around.

I pulled open a door to see a bathroom and opened another door to see the biggest walk-in-closet ever! It was like another room. Heck! It was the size of my room, maybe even bigger.

I searched through the many racks of clothes. There were many leather jackets, army jackets, jeans, title reference tops (most of them had curse words on them.) There was a whole section full of the most expensive trainers. It took me ages to finally find the dress section.