Edge in the Boy

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"Is there a way you could copy these photos for me?" I had taken out every single photo I had framed of my and the guys and taken them to a local photo factory, in hopes of making that scrapbook.

The man behind the counter thought about it. "Yes, I believe so. It'll take a day, being there are so many, so just come back tomorrow and I'll have the originals and the copies waiting for you."

I smiled politely at him, thanking him and drove home. Christmas was actually right around the corner, and I really hoped the guys would like what I was making.

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"Thank you so much sir, it's deeply appreciated," I spoke, handing the same man I talked to yesterday the money to pay for his services. When I got home, I eagerly laid all the original photos out and set the copies to the side. The scrapbook was special, so I wanted the original photos in it.

I hot glued each photo delicately onto the pages, making sure everything looked perfect. I even added a little bit of colour and words to the pages so they seemed less boring. On the front, I named it "The Adventures of Avenged Sevenfold and Olympia". I really hoped they'd like it.

I closed it, and began cutting wrapping paper. I skillfully wrapped the book and placed it in my closet. Flopping onto my bed, I thought about Zacky.

Zacky was one to look at, to talk about, to be around. If he didn't hate you of course. I seriously had no words, and all words when it came to him. It shouldn't be like this, granted all the things they done to me, but yet I still can't shake these feelings. Its not possible I...love Zacky...is it?

No. Of course it's not. I could never love that beast of a man. He'd never love me back, either. I never thought things could get worse, but they did. They just got 100 times worse.

*Zacky's Point of View*

I had noticed yesterday Ollie had left her house holding a big bag of pictures, and I knew they had to be the ones she had framed around her house. I thought it was sweet that she still kept all of those pictures, even the ones of just us together. No, snap out of it Zacky. Push her away.

The next day she left yet again, right around the same time, and returned, this time carrying two bags of pictures. I was definitely confused to say the least. Maybe I should go over and ask her. I mean, she lives across the street from me, it wouldn't be that hard.

As I walked up to her house, I began to grow a little nervous in the pit of my stomach. I had no idea why, I'm supposed to hate the girl.

I knocked on her door, and waited. I knew she was home, so she couldn't pretend she wasn't. Soon enough, her pretty face showed up behind the door.

"Hey Matt! ...you're not Matt," she said, confusion written all over her face.

I raised my eyebrows and nodded. "Yeah no, I'm definitely not him."

I expected her to just stare at me, or even close the door, but much to my surprise, she moved out of my way, motioning for me to come in. I took the opportunity and walked in.

Sitting in the couch, she made her way over to me. "Would you like something to drink? Water, milk, lemonade, I even have tea." She giggles slightly at her own words, and it took everything in me not to smile at her.

"Uh, no thank you," I replied. No thank you? That's too polite with her, and I guarantee she noticed it. I need to stop this.

"So, what is it you're here for?" She asked, sitting down in a chair.

"I just wanted to know what you were doing with all of those pictures," I replied.

"Oh, my mom wanted to make a scrapbook and asked if I could make some copies of mine and give those to her," she spoke. Ollie was a fantastic liar, but I saw straight through it.