Behind the Camera

The Wake Up Call

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POV- Zane

     The first thing I notice when I gain consciousness is that my head is pounding. Ugh I think, what the fuck happened to not getting wasted last night. The room fills with heat which makes the sweat and alcohol smell worse than it already was. Damn the blinds must be drawn. I slightly open my eye's, the sunlight stings and I immediately throw my arm over them. I can hear my phone buzzing in the distance but my body feels too heavy to grab it. I lay there for a few moments, when a warm presence next to me shifts under the covers, hairy legs rub against mine. Shocked, I sit up looking over.

     Heath. Heath is facing me, laying on his side. Our legs are intertwined together. I can't help but stare, my panicked feeling subsiding a little but my heart slowly shattering with fear. He's pressed up against me with his hands lightly on my chest. He looks so peaceful sleeping, his mullet askew. I lift up the sheet a little and look beneath- OMG, WHERE ARE MY BOXERS? My mind starts racing and I fall of the bed with a loud thud.

Heath: "Zane?? Wha-"

I look up and over the bed at him as he stops his sentence, realization crossing over his face. He turns beet red but stops from showing emotion. Calmly and protectively he looks at me, moving to the side of the bed

Heath: "Hey... you fell off the bed but you Are okay. Do you want to come sit with me?"

He places his hand next to him slowly, as I'm looking at it shaking.  Oh no, he can see right through me. In some ways he's always been a weakness of mine.

Zane: "I... I'm sorry" I whisper

Heath doesn't say anything, but instead exhales and starts pulling on his earlobe, one of his many tic's.My whole body hurts with sadness and all I can do is look down into my lap. I can't believe I acted on my feelings. All of a sudden, I hear shuffling on the bed. Heath lowers himself in front of me, holding the sheet around his bear waist with one hand.

Zane: "You should leave. I'm sorry I ever did this, I have this crazy imagination and, I don't know"

Heath: "I'm not leaving.  I know you don't want me to, your just scared and hungover but- so am I."

He places his hand under my chin and slowly lifts it up so I meet his gaze.

Heath: "Talk to me. Please"

How does he expect me to talk right now? How am I not going to lose him, my best friend? Self -hatred and sadness is building up and all I want is for him to hold me. I wish I never woke him up and had just let him curl up next to me. 

Zane: "Scared and confused. Heath! What happened last night?? Are you? Do you? I.. Im not good for anyone so you need to leave, like now"

At the end of my sentence I notice I'm shouting and Heath looks sadden by my words but there true. He has always told me he's straight. I need him to run away from me and that's why I push him away because it's him. Even if he was interested, he's too good for me. Grabbing my wrist he tears up.

Heath: "Zane. I know I never told you but I don't know if I'm gay... but I do know and I have known that I've liked you for a while now. I'm confused but before you speak. I'm scared too. You are everything to me and I don't want you to hate me if last night was just drinking and weed... umm okay Babyy. I don't regret last night but if you do... I can leave. I have some idea of how you see yourself but none of it's true and I want to show you that because I care. I do."

Silence fills the room and we are both shaking, crying and trying not to run out of the room. All I can mutter is-

Zane: "You like me?"

Heath: "I do... can I ask why you didn't want to drink?"

Zane: "Do you really have to ask?"

I say this with a chuckle and place my hand on his. I'm in shock still. Heath likes me?

POV- Heath

     We sat there for a while in each others embraces. I never thought I would be here, not because it's Zane but because it's me. Zane's pressure starts to increase into my chest and I bend backwards slightly to look down at him, his eyes are  shut. Aww, he looks so cute. As I gently lift him up and carry him bridle style to the bed I notice that he has tear marks down his cheeks. I hope he's okay and that it's not my fault. I tuck him into the covers and close the shades, hopefully that will keep the warmth out. Looking around Zane's room it's messier than usual, I quietly chuckle to myself did we do that? There's a broken lamp, a fist size hole in the wall, and clothes everywhere.  I get dressed and start looking for my phone.

     It takes me about 15 mins to finally find my phone which is dead. I sneak out into the kitchen and plug it in. The house is creepy silent. I still can't believe what happened last night. As I'm thinking about it I open the fridge to see what there is and stop mid motion, it's completely stocked head to toe of every kind of alcohol imaginable. Fuck Zane what is going on? I look in the cabinets, no food. I search all over the house and the only things I can find is the beer and a big bag of apples. I didn't know things where this bad but I can't help blaming myself. I hear my phone buzzing back to life and pick it up. Wow, there's 37 miss calls and texts. Mostly from Matt and Carly. Matt knows how I feel about Zane and now knowing how Zane feels I'm guessing Carly also knows.  I listen to some of the voicemails but stop, deciding to call them back. They sound really worried.

Matt: "HEATH! Where the FUCK are you? Do you know how a phone works?!"

Heath: "Hey, I'm sorry what's wrong?"

Matt: "Oh, what's wrong? You and Zane that's what!"

I freeze. Oh no, I don't want people to know, not yet. This is too new and Zane and I have to talk about it.

Heath: "Matt please don't tell people, who knows?"

Matt: "Heath, everyone kinda knows. We've been worried"

Wait, worried?

Heath:" Why would you be?"

Matt: "OMG. I swear you are to oblivious. You and Zane got in a huge fight and then crawled out of a two story window. Now it's 1 pm and no one is picking up their phone."

Ohh. Thank god but damn are we stupid when drunk.

Heath: "Matt sorry but we are good. You know how stupid we can get at parties. Hey I gotta go but wanna hangout tomorrow?"

Matt: "Ehh sure, but no more shit like that got it? I'll tell people you two are good."

I know I ended the call abruptly but I have too much to worry about. After hanging up I spend the next hour cleaning out Zane's kitchen, I put the bottles in the back of my car which also happened to make it here last night. I'll probably give them to Todd or someone. I know Zane will be mad but I need to figure out what's up with him and nobody should be allow to have that kitchen.