Stranger Things | Zack Hansen [discontinued]

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“Are you sure you’re doing this right?”

“Obviously. My hair turned out right.”

“Your hair is short.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Tyler!”                             

“Chill, chill. I know what I’m doing.”

Thirty minutes later, Tyler proved to correct himself. My hair was successfully dyed purple from root to end. I stood in front of his full body length mirror in his bedroom and stared at myself. My blonde hair was no longer noticeable.

As a person with an okay amount of self-esteem, I had to agree with on most days like today, I feel and look good. Standing at 5’6”, my hair reached down to my bum. Gold nose ring hooked securely in my left nostril. Although sometimes a Monroe piercing halfway between my top lip and corner of my left nostril would occupy that space. My outfit of my endless supplies of too short shorts with long cardigans that covers the back of my body.

As a guitar player/touring member sponsored by Monster Energy Drinks, most of my clothing are top line from lines like Young and Reckless. My basses were always super expensive with amazing quality. My drum sets were always coming from one of the few sponsors I had through Monster itself. Even my guitars and keyboards were top notch. It was one of the perks of being sponsored.

A while back, Jason and I got the Monster logo tattooed on our thumbs and that literally boost up our amount of money we got. It was totally worth it.

“We’re gonna rock Warped this year.” Tyler said from the doorway. Warped. It’s been six months already. But Tyler was right. This year FØL is main stage on the Monster Energy stage and lots of people are excited because of the new album we dropped months earlier.

“What’s the situation with Jess?” Tyler asked unknowingly. I flinched at the mention of her name.

“Jess,” I said slowly. “does not know if she’s going to rejoin the band. It may be a long, long, long time. So Cory Ferris is filling in her spot for Warped. The press doesn’t know that just yet.”

“What happened to her?” I began twiddling my thumbs as I turned away from the mirror to face Tyler.

“I-uh,” My answered was short lived as another series of thumping came from above us. Knitting my eyebrows together in confusion, I looked up at the ceiling above us. “What the hell is that?” I asked. “Did AJ get stuck again?” I asked referring to a few months earlier when we bluntly caught AJ trying to free his uh  - penis from the lampshade.

“NO!” Tyler yelled. “God no. It’s Michael. He’s doing Sarah as hard and as much as he can before we leave.” As if on cue, we heard the moans float their way down to our ears.

“That’s stupid.” I snorted. “He’ll see her in like a month. I mean geez.” I rolled my eyes.

“You’re just jealous because you haven’t had sex in over a year.” Tyler laughed while childishly pointing his finger at me. “What’s the matter? Zack’s not here to make wanted?” Tyler walked up to me and began pulling my cheeks. “You want Tyler to make it better?” he whispered seductively as he leaned down to meet my eyes.

“Fuck off!” I laughed as I shoved him away from me. “I would rather wait.” He put a hand over his heart and gasped.

“Tyler is hurt.”

“Ah,” I cringed my nose up in disgust. I love Michael and all, but I would hope when he asked Tyler to move in with him, he would soundproof the walls like he did with the studio.