Behind the Camera

Part One- The Key

Hey Little Coffee Beans! Just to let you know this is my first story! I just wanted to apologize for my dialogue, I need to work on it. If you have any helpful tips on transitioning into speaking just let me know. So pls pls be kind, hope you enjoy 💜☕️💜

POV - Zane
3:45 pm, Sunday  
     All I wanted to do was get some sleep. I know I haven't been in a good place lately and who knows what would happen if I lost control and drank too much in front of the others. Lately, drinking was all I could do to be happy at the moment. To fill the missing void, so I did.
'No drinking tonight, no drinking tonight', I kept repeating to myself as I got ready. From what I knew, David, Scott, Todd, Jason, Trisha, and Heath would be there, hopefully, it would stay that size.
To help me survive the night I took a shot of vodka and proceeded to change out of yesterday's clothes that had the embedded sent of weed and bourbon lingering on them. With music blasting in the background I get sidetracked by my reflection in the mirror and start flexing. Millions of thoughts go through my mind, 'he would probably notice me if I wasn't so chubby', 'should I dye my hair?' 'maybe I should shave my beard or get a... trim...' I think as my eyes land on my boxers. I drop them in one swift motion to see if my thoughts have gotten the best of me, as soon as they land in the corner of my messy room I hear a gasp from the doorway.

Heath: "Dammn Babbyyy! Lookin fine!"

I turn sharply and see my worse fear, Heath is standing there one hand over his mouth and the other running through his hair. I leap over to my bed grabbing my sheet to cover my waist. With that, I slam the door in his face out of embarrassment and shock

Zane: "God damn it, Heath. How the hell did you get in?!"

I turn down the music but it's silent on Heath's side. Maybe I missed his response? I stand still waiting for a reply. I pray he didn't see me blush, I have no clue why I did, probably from the alcohol. That's what I'll tell him if he asks anyway. After what seems like hours he erupts in a fit of laughter replying

Heath: "from the key you gave me"

POV- Heath
3:45 pm, Sunday  
I pull up to Zane's house, my engine revving. I grab my phone to call him but it continues to go to voicemail. 'Forget it' I think to myself, we were already running late and I know how long it takes Zane. He's probably in the shower still or something. Tardiness. Not the best quality to have in common, I think smiling to myself. I know I shouldn't have wasted time grabbing us coffee but I knew it would make Zane happy, as soon as I walked into K's they asked where Zane was. It kinda sucks to go there without him even if it's just for a to-go order. With the drinks in hand, I make my way up to his new house. Of course with my luck both the doors are locked, at least now I know he's about ready. I walk around the perimeter of the house until I come to a window that isn't shut completely and slide it open. Placing the drinks on the floor I shimmy my way up and into the living room, falling to the floor with a thud. Looking up I notice the house is dark. I start making my way to the kitchen lighting up a cig as I come across Zane's keys laying on the island. I quietly slide off a copy of his house key which he said he was giving me today, setting his coffee next to them I head to his bedroom. I swear if he has gotten another ride without telling... my thoughts are cut off as I round the corner and see Zane doing... or trying to do push-ups butt naked. I'm speechless. There's a burning sensation in the back of my throat. It takes me a couple of attempts, but I finally manage to speak "Dammnn Babbyyy! Lookin fine!!"
Zane turns around but I don't really remember what happens until the door is slammed loudly in my face. I just stand there looking down at my feet, It would have been funnier if I was vlogging at the moment. I feel like this situation should be less awkward then it is. It's not like I haven't seen 'it' before for vlogs when we are drunk, and at the gym before. Eventually, I walk out into the backyard lighting up again. I feel anxious.
Five minutes later I hear the back door open and turn to see Zane approaching me.

Zane: Chuckling he stammers, " So babbyyy you break into my new house too?"

All I can do is outstretch my legs and reach into my jean pockets. Pulling out the house key I had taken, I hold it up for him to see. Sweat dripping from his forehead a puzzled expression spreading across his face. Putting out my third cig since being here I exclaim in a high pitch voice

Heath: "You know me too well my little nicotine pack. Let's get going"

Again just a reminder, I just wanted to apologize for my dialogue, I need to work on it. If you have any helpful tips on transitioning into speaking just let me know. Thanks for reading!