Chapter Eight

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That night, all of us went outside to have a pre-fourth party. Drinks and fireworks. So not good, but so good at the same time. Syn and Zacky never herd of a bottle rocker war, till Brandy, Jimmy and I introduced them to it. Syn picked up on it quick and one of the fireworks went down my tanktop and went off. Thats when we all decided we were getting a little to drunk for stupid firework play.

"When are we gunna set off some bigs ones?" Brandy asked Jimmy.

Jimmy was pulling more fireworks out of the big ass bag him and Zacky got.

Brandy looked at Zacky and he was smiling at her.

"Jimmy!" I yelled.

He turned around and Syn had dumped the rest of his beer all over him.

Jimmy growled, "No I have to go take a shower! GOD DAMN IT!"

"GOD DAMN IT!" Syn mocked him as Jimmy went inside.

I shook my head and took a drink of my wine-cooler I had.

"Now you two may be alone." Syn said as he looked at Brandy and Zacky, then grabbed my arm.

"Hey!" I yelled as he pulled me out toward the street. "What are you doing?"

"Giving them alone time while Jimmy takes a shower," He said as we started walking, "You know how long it takes him to take a shower?"

"A fucking hour since hes drunk." I laughed.

*Brandy's point of view.*

"What was that for?" I watched as Syn drug Cyndy off.

Zacky shurgged his shoulders, "I already told him we talked."

I just looked at him, looking at the ground.

"Did he talk to Cyndy yet?" Zacky asked looking up at me.

"I left them alone while you and Jimmy were gone, so I guess?" I laughed.

Zacky walkd closer to me. He had a big smile on his face.

"What?" I asked.

He shurgged his shoulers again, "Nothing."

"I still dont like the whole married issue. Cyndy doesnt trust it." I told him.

He looked at me funny, "Why?"

"Married. Legilly, your tied to someone. And I'd legit be stealing you." I laughed.

He laughed too, then looked at me slightly seirous, "Then steal me."

I stopped laughing and looked at him. He was much closer to me.

"Zacky." I mumled.

He shhed me, then kissed me.

I broke the kiss and stepped back, looking at him.

"Are you okay?" He asked me, rubbing my arm.

I shook my head, "Zacky its wrong."

He sighed, "But it feels right."

I looked into his beauitful green eyes and kissed him again.

"Alright, thats enough." Syn yelled, scaring the shit out of me as him and Cyndy came back.

I jumped from Zacky and glared at them, "Where did you come from?"

"Down the street and back." Cyndy told me laughing.

I shook my head and grabbed a firework.

Cyndy snatched it from me, then ran off into the street to light it.

"Bitch." I mumled.

Syn laughed at me, "Shes pretty hot for a bitch."

I punched him.

"Alright, so what did I miss?" Jimmy said coming out of the house.

The fire work Cyndy lit, went off, scaring Jimmy.

All of us laughed.

*Cyndy's point of view.*

Later that night when we were good and drunk, we made out way into the livingroom to watch music videos. Jimmy was showng us videos of his band playing live. The three of them, Zacky Jimmy and Syn, were acting it all out. It was pretty funny till Jimmy fell over and pasted out.

"Great." I said shaking my head.

"I got him!" Syn said slurring his words from hell.

Zacky grabbed Jimmys legs while Syn grabbed his body and carried him to the guest room.

The two of them came back in the livingroom laughing.

"Whats so damn funny?" Brandy asked.

They shook their heads, then fell over on top of us.

We both laughed at them.

I tried helping Syn up and push him off of me, but he dragged we with him. I fell onto the couch and he leaned over me.

He looked me in the eye and leaned closer to kiss me.

I put my hands on his chest to push him off, but he ran his hand up my side, sending chills threw my body.

"Go get a room." Zacky yelled.

Syn quickly turned to him and shhh'd him.

Zacky stood up and almost fell over, "I will get my own room! Come on!"

With that, he yanked Brandy off the couch and stormed off into her room.

"Now were alone." Syn smiled as he ran his hand up my leg.

I shook my head and stood up, "I can't do it."

He got a sad look on his face as I left him in the livingroom.

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