The Neighbourhood - One Love, One House (JessexZach)

$TING (part 2)

wow 1/2 of 1k reads.
thats a lot of people.
thats like a thousand nostrils.
btw i hate anabel from the bottom of my cold heart.
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Anabel was just a little buzzed when they exited the bar.
As they stepped out of the venue, Annie giggled and sloppily muttered to Jesse,"You can.. um.. Drop me off at my apartment today." She smiled softly, and the male singer just nodded.
The two entered the car, both without shirts now. Jesse took of his leather jacket and old tee and threw it in the back of his car, and Annie did the same, but kept her bra on. It was dark in the car, but when they passed by the streetlights, they saw each others skin.
Anabel ran her fingers on the tattoo of a heart with an arrow in it with her name, and frowned. When he looked away from the road and to Annie, she touched him like she loved him again. Jesse smirked and looked back at the dark road lit by the Califournia street lights and his headlights. He took his right hand off the driving wheel and shoved it down her leggings.
"Baaabe..." Anabel muttered in a sexy whisper and took his now moist hand from her leggings.
He just smirked again and continued to drive her to her apartment, shouting out lyrics to their own songs.
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"Bye Jess," Anabel wrapped her left arm around his neck for an embrace and whispered in his ear,"See you later.."
She quickly grabbed her shirt in the back and left the car, running to her apartment in the crisp air. The male singer sighed in relief, tired of holding the same 'sexy' facial expression on the way here. Before pulling out of the driveway, he noticed another car in her parking space. It obviously wasn't her car, but it might just be a friend. This was normal for her.
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Zach's POV

I've known I liked Jesse for a while. I mean, I'm not gay, I just like him. God, his half black and blond hair, his tattoos, just god damn. I've been his best friend for longer than eternity, I think I fucking know I like or- love him. I love all of our Neighbourhood, but Jesse is just-ugh.
I remember that day when we were trying to make a beat at Jeremy's house, it was just for fun. I was laughing and joking around with the crew, then they decided it'd be best to try to make a beat in the pantry. All probably 7 of us scrunched into the small closet for food, and closed the door. Since we could barely fit just 4 of us in there, my body was against Jesse's. He grabbed two random condiments and tapped them together, making a beat. I bumped my head to the odd tapping, my right arm around his larger torso. It's kind of weird how I remember it like this, but it was hilarious how attractive he was at that time.
And just a few hours ago, he kissed me. I just felt me being so complete, like he was supposed to be there. I always felt like this during concerts, seeing fans shout the lyrics to our songs as loud as they could, seeing Brandon professionally drum, Mikey on the bass, Jeremy on the other guitar, and of course, Jesse singing. He always looked happy singing and content, every time we perform, I have to hide my smile (and sometimes that fails).
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Ding dong

3:21 am.
I fell off my bed with my eyes red. The doorbell just rung but who the hell would be awake at 3 in the morning (Alex Turner)?
Ignoring that, I lazily walked downstairs, rubbing my eyes. My feet met the cold ground by the door and I unlocked the door angrily.
"What the hell do you want?" My voice growled, before I looked up.
"Dude, it's 3 in the morning. Crash with Anabel." I scolded at the buzzed Jesse at my apartment door. He looked like a mess, with a half drunken case of ShockTop, ruffled hair, no shirt except for his leather jacket.
Jesse squinted at me and just shoved inside my warm apartment. Considering that I was only wearing a tee and briefs, the air blowing in from the door was pretty cold. I just groaned and locked the door closed.
He sat at the couch in the living room, placing the case of beer on the coffee table.
"How much did you have?" My voice scratchy from being tired.
"Three beers and five drinks from the bar.."
His eyes were red from too many drinks, even though he can handle alcohol well.
"I just came her to tell you.. I mean to call Annie.. A friend was with her when I dropped her off."
"Um, Jess, you date a," whore. "Girl that hangs out with other people and makes out with them, this is normal."
"Wait, are you even dating? You guys are like friends with bene-"
Beep beep
"Annie, baby.."
"*pant* babe, ung, now's not the time- ah.."
"Are we even dating? Anabel?"
"Who the hell is that? No one."
"Of course babe, ahn. I love you."
I could hear Anabel over the phone. It was over obvious that she was doing things with another guy or girl. I saw Jesse tap the hang up button on his iPhone, and then he dropped it on the carpeted floor. He sprawled on the couch, holding a pillow against his chest with his other hand under his head. His breath steadied to a slower pace as his eyes closed shut. Since he was now passed out, I wanted to take off his jacket, just for curtesy I guess. So I did, my eyes nearly closing as well. After I placed his jacket on the other sofa, I headed straight for upstairs to my bed with open arms for me. I took a few steps up and heard almost in a mumble,
"I wish you could be honest."