The bell rang and Zak started to panic. He started to pack up his books, and ran out the door, ignoring anything the teacher was saying. He rushed to the class Clay and Vincent had. Their schedule was almost exactly identical. As he approached the door, he saw Clay and Vincent walk out the door, both laughing and smiling. In the matter of seconds, Vincent saw Zak coming close and his face changed expression. ''Y'know, Zak,'' Vincent said as Zak approached them, ''This Darryl guy seems to be a bit too perfect, y'know?'' He said. Zak looked at him, confused. ''I mean, who can play the guitar better than me?'' Vincent said with a smirk. Clay smiled and gently punched the french boy. ''Oi, don't be like that,'' he said, Vincent just continued to snicker. Zak groaned and sighed, ''Really motivational, Vincent.'' He said.
''Hey, I've told you not to use such confusing words around me, you know my English isn't perfect.'' Vincent said in an annoyed tone. Clay giggled and ruffled Vincent's hair, Vincent pushed Clay's hand away angrily and gently slapped him on the shoulder. Clay let out a over exaggerated gasp and then smiled, looking in the direction the three teenagers were walking.
The boys were heading to the music room, and half way there, Clay and Vincent took a turn and left Zak to walk to the music room by himself.
''Good luck!'' Clay yelled after him, Zak just rolled his eyes and sighed as he felt a shiver run though his spine.
Once more, Zak was greeted by the empty hallway of the school, only the soft clack of his shoes filled the silence. The walk seemed much longer without anyone beside him to talk to. Zak reached the music room and stepped inside, ''Hello?'' he asked. Silence, he was alone. Zak put his bag down beside a desk and looked around the room more closely. He looked at all the posters about music, and he saw some pictures of the band club hung up on the wall. He took a closer look and saw the picture was taken in 2012. Zak continued his scavenge, and then he came across a certain guitar case. He walked over to it and unzipped it open. As Zak lifted up the top part of the case, he saw a red electric guitar inside. He look a closer look, and saw that the paint was a bright glossy color, with some scratches around the bottom. There were two white angel wings on each side of the strings, and the bar was a light brown color. He touched the strings, and they were made of pure metal. He picked it up and held it tight, making sure it didn't fall. He strum the stings quietly, and the instrument was perfectly tuned. Zak turned the guitar around and looked at the back of the instrument. 'New York, 1998, Sam Ash Music Store, 012125792.'
Zak widened his eyes, and he processed what was on the back of the instrument. 'This was made all the way in New York? Not to mention how old it is, 1998, woah..'
Zak hear the door of the music room click open, and he sharped his head up from the guitar and directed his gaze to the person standing at the door.
''What are you doing with my guitar?'' It was Darryl, his tone was much harsher than the day before, and that startled Zak. He tensed up and quickly put the guitar back in the case. ''I was just uh, looking around the room and I saw this and wanted to check it out,'' Zak said. Darryl eyed him and the walked over to his guitar, and held it tightly in defense. Darryl looked down on the ground and then sighed. He looked up at Zak and opened his mouth to ask, ''Why are you here again?''
''Just wanted to play with you again,'' Zak said trying to be cheerful, but failing. He didn't expect the boy to be so defensive about his instrument, and decided to not pull this point on anymore.
''So, uh, wanna play?'' Zak asked in an awkward tone, Darryl looked at Zak and thought for 2 heartbeats, eventually he said, ''Yeah, sure, but please don't touch my guitar, it's really important to me.'' Darryl said, and Zak just nodded. ''Alrighto'' he said and walked over to the closet to look for a bass. As he was walking to the instrument closet, Zak face palmed internally, he wanted to scream in embarrassment. He didn't want to make Darryl feel uncomfortable around him, he just met him! He could lose a potential friend. He opened the closet door and peered inside. The bass Zak tuned yesterday was left in the same place Zak put it the other day. He grabbed it and checked if it was still tuned. 2 stings were untuned, but that is expected for an instrument that wasn't played in a while. Zak tuned the two stings and pulled a chair over to the speaker Darryl had already set up. He got a electrical cord and plugged it in the speaker. He played a little tune to make sure it was working, and it was.
He sat down and looked up at Darryl, who was checking the sound of his strings. Zak gripped the bar of the bass as he looked at Darryl. He started thinking about what his sister and his friends taunted him about. 'Do I really sound love struck when I talk about Darryl?' he thought.
''Uhm, Zak, is there a problem?'' He heard Darryl ask him. Zak snapped out of it and realized he was staring at Darryl. Zak felt his cheeks flush up and he looked down. ''Oh yeah,'' he said as he put his hand on his neck, rubbing it, ''I just zoned oUT-'' Zak's bass almost fell out his lap, but he managed to grab it before it fell on the ground. Zak sighed in relief, and he heard Darryl start to giggle at Zak's clumsiness. Zak looked up at Darryl and pouted.
''Don't laugh at me!'' he said though a voice crack, that did nothing but only make Darryl put a hand over his mouth as he tried to resist laughing. Zak's face went all red out of embarrassment, and Darryl couldn't keep it in anymore. He burst out laughing and Zak sunk into his chair.
''UghgHGHgHg, whats with people laughing at me today?'' Zak said in a groan as he stared at Darryl laughing. Zak's face wasn't red because of embarrassment, it was now starting to get red at the way Darryl laughed. His cheeks puffed up into a light pink colour, and Darryl's eyes were filled with tears. Zak started to stomp his feet on the ground in annoyance, acting like a child. Darryl eventually stopped laughing to catch his breath. ''Oh, my goodness-'' Darryl said as he was catching his breath, ''I'm so sorry, I just-'' he giggled under his breath, ''You are just too clumsy!'' Zak sat up and held the bass.
''Are you going to continue laughing at me, or will we actually start playing some music?'' Zak said while getting a grip on his bass. Darryl smiled and looked at Zak's face. ''Okay, lets play!''
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In love with your Song // Skephalo + Dream6d (High School Band AU)
FanfictionEver since Zak heard Darryl play the guitar after school, Zak couldn't stop thinking about his talent. Zak kept on going to the music room to see if Darryl was there again, playing on his guitar, and when the two boys bond over music, they both real...
