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Zachary <3


Zachary <3

hey, open your door.


Athena <3

why?


Zachary <3

just do it!

ha ha im punny, im actually wearing NIKES at the moment


Athena <3

oH same

but, i'm also wearing adidas sweatpants so it's kind of a trashy outfit.

everyone knows you don't mix adidas and NIKE together


Zachary <3

baby...

as much I would love to talk to you...

you gotta open the door...





I get up from my comfortable spot on my soft sheets, and trot through my home. The grey paint was new, and still smelled fresh. Paintings lined the hallway wall, my artwork that I have been meaning to sell. I need to make a quick buck.

My mother is somewhere in Australia for work, and my father works with the LAPD, Los Angeles Police Department, so I rarely ever see him. He is gone before I wake up in the morning, and still isn't back by the time I get ready for bed. I basically have the house all to myself. I cook, pay bills, basically my father and I have switched roles when it comes to parenting.

As I walk down the stairs, my foot getting caught on a loose nail and I am sent flying down the stairs. I probably looked like a tumbleweed from how many times I rolled.

I sat up with a grunt, and pressed a hand to my head. I brought it back in front of my line of sight, and was relieved to see no blood. I stood up from my awkward position on the floor, and starting walking towards the door again.

Upon reaching the door, I start to think. What could be out there? Sure there wouldn't be any danger, Zach wouldn't do that... I barely had any time to register what I was doing before it was too late.

Standing in front of me in a red hoodie, similar to the one I was wearing, was my partner in crime, Zachary Dean Herron.

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