𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐗 𝐆𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

1.ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ ᴢɪᴏɴ ᴋᴜᴡᴏɴᴜ

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮: 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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A/N: you and Zion had been best friends since you were both freshman in high school and you both had the same dream: to write, record, and produce your own music that you loved.

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Today was just like every other day, you and Zion hanging out at your house afterschool doing homework in your bedroom and eating WAY too much junk food.

"Hey, Zi," you broke the silence.

"Yeah, what's up?" he asked, looking up from his chemistry textbook.

"I, uh, are you busy?" you stuttered a little.

"I guess not," he replied, trying to figure out why you were acting suspicious.

"Can I show you something?"

"Yeah, sure."

You then walked him into the extra bedroom of your house (which your dad had turned into a recording studio just for you) and turned on the laptop.

"Did you record some new demos?" he asked.

"Not just any demo. A demo that I plan on sending to that talent agency we've been talking about," you explained as you clicked on the demo titled 'To Him."

The song was about yours and Zion's friendship, a lot of the lyrics referencing memories that you shared. You had to admit, you thought he was attractive, but he was your best friend and you'd never do something to put your friendship in jeopardy.

"Y/N, that's fire! It's so beautiful! They're gonna love it," he smiled widely, feeling proud of his best friend.

"Thank you. I hope you don't mind the lyrics-"

"Why would I mind the lyrics? I'm so proud of you for writing about something you feel so deeply about. I'm so proud of you," he ended his statement by hugging you.

"I'm proud of you too, Zion. When are you planning on sending in some demos to some talent companies?"

"Actually, I have an audition," he explained.

"A what?"

"An audition."

"I am so flipping proud of you!" you screamed loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

"Thank you. I actually wrote a song to sing at my audition. It's very similar to yours."

"When is it? Where is it?"

"It's in Toronto next month," he explained.

"So, theoretically, if you go to this audition and they like you, you could potentially move away and miss prom, our Junior year lock-in, and potentially not be back next year for senior year aka the most important year of our lives?"

"Theoretically, yes. But look at the bright side, at least I'll be rich, famous, and doing what I love the most."

"Zion, I don't know how to tell you this, but I really like you," you admitted, "I'd hate being stuck here with no one to do all the fun traditions with."

"Y/N, I love you. And I don't mean that in a light way, I mean that as in you're someone I want in my life forever. If I ever thought for a second I was going to have to do all this without you, I'd quit."

"I love you, too," you replied, placing your hand in his. Not in an "I want you to be my boyfriend" kinda way, but more of a "You're my best friend, don't leave me" kinda way.

"Which is why I also got you an audition."

"Are you serious?" you screamed, hugging him so tightly that you knocked him over.

"I sent them one of the other demos you sent to me and they loved it. You're coming with me to Toronto."

"I absolutely love you!" you squealed, kissing him. You didn't even realize what you had done, but you never regretted it.

"Great. Now I get to tell everyone I got an audition for a talent company and I have a girlfriend," he smirked.

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A/N: sorry this one's kinda crappy, hope you still enjoyed anyway!