Califournia Love

Maybe?

***Zach's POV***

For almost the whole week, I have the house to myself since Jesse and Andy went to God knows where, Mikey went to visit his girlfriend, and Brandon and Jeremy went to visit some of their old friends. I'm not gonna lie, I'm am kind of lonely which I know seems super lame but its true.

I guess I might as well invite someone over to entertain me.

I scroll through my phone contacts looking for somebody who could potentially hang out with me. I narrow my options down by how long it has been since I've actually talked to these people and what my relationship is with them. I decide on that one girl that kept hanging on me at the party. Damn, I don't even know her name but hey at least she was hot. I decide to call instead of text.

I sit there patiently waiting for her to pick up and after about four rings she does.

"Hey Zach!" She exclaims.

"Oh heyyy..." I start.

"Hahaha you didn't forget my name did you? Valerie." She laughs but I don't think she knows that I really had no idea what her name is.

"Oh of course not, Val. How could I forget you? But anyways, look, I'm home alone for the next week and I was wonde-"

"I'll be right over!" She cuts me off. Her voice sounds way too eager and I'm kind of starting to regret calling her.

"Alright, cool. Be here around 4ish because I have a thing to go to."

"See you then!" She squeals and hangs up.

I lied to her. I didn't have anywhere to go to, I just wanted to relax. I jump back on my bed hoping to get a little nap in.

5 minutes goes by and I realize that I am not at all tired. Just exhausted. I lay there for another few minutes hoping to clear my mind of the one thing that I just can't shake. Andy. I can't stop thinking about her and that night and how much of a jerk she thought I was and basically everything. Her eyes are always inviting and her smile makes me so...wait a minute. There is no way in Hell I'm saying this. What has gotten into me? Ugh whatever. I just really need to get her off of my mind and focus on Val. She will for sure keep me occupied.

A few more hours go by and I haven't slept at all. I just sat here and stared at my phone looking at all of the ridiculous tweets and comments all of these underaged girls keep leaving me. To be honest, I always get a good laugh when reading them.

Ugh, I don't even feel like taking a shower so I just go to the bathroom and splash a little water on my face and spray a little cologne before I put on my clothes. I open my dresser and grab some black shorts and a plain white shirt and slip them on. I see my phone light up beside my bed and I pick it up to see what whoever it is texted me. As suspected, it was Val.

"Hey I will be there in about 5 minutes! :) " she writes. Wow, even her texts are annoying. I unhook my phone from the charger and hop down the stairs. I turn on the TV and put it on a low volume. And just then, my doorbell rings. I slowly walk over and open the door.

"Hey!" She says as she puts her keys into her bag.

"Hey." I respond.

She is wearing the tightest yoga pants I have ever seen and a pink LA crop top shirt that shows off her belly button piercing. Her hair is all curly and her face is kinda heavily made up. I mean, she is still hot but it seems as though she is trying too hard. I invite her inside and she puts her purse on the side table of the couch.

"So...what's the plan?" She asks turning to me.

"Uh, well, I was thinking that we could just hang out here." I put my hands in my pocket and just kind of stand there waiting for a reaction. She suddenly makes a disappointed face and says

"Oh..okay that's fine." And sits on the couch.

Well okay then. Honestly, I don't know why I was into her at the party. Maybe because I was drunk and a little high.

She pulls me onto the couch and places her fingers In between mine and turns to me.

"You look good." She whispers and bites her lip. Okay, usually I am all for this but I don't know. Something is missing. She starts to kiss my ear and her lips trail down to my jaw and meet my lips. She puts her hands underneath my shirt and lays them on my chest while kissing me. Something is wrong though. This just doesn't feel right. It could be the time, I mean who gets it on at 4 pm? Old people do. I am getting older but not that old. It could be the person. I was a tiny bit disappointed when I opened the door and found a fake girl standing there.

She starts to make these little moans and she comes up for air from my lips. Does she really feel passion in between us? Because I don't.

Next thing you know, she is throwing her crop top across the room and sitting on her knees in her over-padded push-up bra making me kiss her chest. Okay, this doesn't feel right. I immediately stand up and grab her shirt from off the floor. The look on her face was pure disgust.

"Ugh! What's wrong!?" She questions as she snatches back her shirt.

"I don't know, this! Do you really feel like a connection happened?! It was the most uneventful thing I have ever experienced. And I have watched paint dry!" I explain.

"You didn't feel anything?! I thought it was great! We could make it more extreme if you wanted...I am all for being a slave or something..." I could see that she probably just wants to get in my pants and considering that its her, I have to decline.

"No! Just please go." I command her politely motioning towards the door.

"Why?!" Her voice gets louder.

"Because it was actually kind of gross.It was nothing like Andy and I!" I start to yell back. Wait a fucking second. Did I seriously say that?! Before I can correct myself, Val grabs her bag and slams the door behind her. A moment later I hear her car speed off and I am left standing in the living room by myself not knowing what to think. Why did I have to say that? I swear, I didn't mean to. Actually, I think I was a jerk to Val. I could have given her another chance....nahhhh it probably still would have been awkward. I feel like an idiot now. Why would I bring up Andy?! What happened between us was an accident and we were drunk practically! Its not like I liked it. Well, I mean, its not like I am allowed to like it.

But maybe I did like it.