In love with your Song // Skephalo + Dream6d (High School Band AU)

Chapter 6

''Are we gonna play or not?'' Zak asked with a flushed red face. Darryl giggled once more and grabbed his guitar. He nodded with a smile. ''You can choose the song this time, since I chose it yesterday,'' Darryl said calmly. Little did Darryl know, Zak started to record audio on his phone. He needed to show proof to Vincent and Clay that Darryl is a good guitar player, or else he will just sound more 'love struck'. Zak nodded and thought. ''Hmmm,'' Zak hummed as he thought, and eventually, that hum alternated into a tune, Zak's eyes lit up as he hummed thoughtlessly. ''Oh! How about Teenagers?'' He said.
''Sure why not,'' Darryl smiled as he started to form the chord for the start of the song.
''Do you know the chords?''
Darryl asked as he looked up at Zak. He has stood up and he held his bass with a strong grip. Zak nodded and then looked at the bar of his bass.
''One, two, One two three!''

(Play video above and skip to 2:33 and then 3:08)

Both Zak and Darry were playing their hearts out. Darryl smiled at how good they sounded, and he looked up at Zak, to see that he shared the same expression as him. Darryl hasn't felt this happy in a while. Darryl was destroying his strings, and when he got to his guitar solo, he couldn't help but get a but hectic, but it only made Darryl sound even better. As soon as the song was done, Darryl was panting softly, and Zak just smiled and then sat back down on his chair. ''Oh my god, we sound so good!'' he said happily. ''I'm glad you think the same way as me,'' Darryl said with a smile. Darryl put his guitar down on the desk beside him and unzipped his bag, taking out a water bottle and taking a sip. The turned the cap back on the bottle and sat down on his chair, facing Zak.

Zak put his bass on the ground and then looked at Darryl, he opened his mouth and asked, ''Not to be rude or anything, but you seem like a nerd, how'd you come across such epic music like MCR?'' 
Darryl immediately got offended, but he tried not to show it. ''Well, I  kinda just found their music on my YouTube front page, nothing that special.'' He said as he zipped his bag up and then placed it on the ground. ''And you?'' He asked. Zak leaned back on his chair and put his hands on the sides of the chair. His eyes averted Darryl's eyes, and he glanced around the room. ''Meh, I was just looking around my sister's room and I found a MCR CD, and being the best brother I am,'' Zak said with a calm voice. ''I stole it.'' Zak said the last sentence with a smug tone as he smirked. Darryl's eyes opened a little wider. 
''You have a sister?'' He asked. Zak replied with an instant,
''Sadly yes, she is such a pain in the ass!'' 
''Hey, language.'' Darryl said as he furrowed his eyebrow. Zak got an amused glint in his eye and replied, ''Okay, goodie two shoes,'' He said with a smirk. ''Hey, don't call me that!'' Darryl replied defensively. Zak giggled and put the sleeve of his jacket on his mouth as he closed his eyes. Darryl felt his heart skip a beat as he heard Zak giggle. He looked down, as he felt his cheeks flush into a light shade of pink. Zak stopped laughing and looked back up at the boy sitting in front of him. Darryl done the same and gazed at the small boy sitting prior of him. 
''So, you play any video games?'' Darryl asked.

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''Cya Darryl,'' Zak said as he opened the door of the music room. ''Don't forget to text me your Discord!'' Darryl just simply nodded back, and watched the boy leave the classroom. He turned around when he knew Zak left the room. He looked at his red guitar that was placed on the desk beside the speaker in the corner. Darryl bent down and picked up the guitar case from the ground, and he carefully placed the guitar back in it's safe keeping. He zipped up the case and set it on the table as he bent down to grab his bag. He lunged the bag on his back and picked up the guitar case with his right hand, as he left the classroom he switched off the lights. The hallway Darryl was walking down was as quiet as a street on a Sunday morning. A few lights flickered in the hall as Darryl passed all the classes around him. His shoes made a soft noise in the silence, his bag was also making some noise as Darryl walked along the hall. Finally, he reached the exit door and pushed it open, the cold air hit his face as a small autumn breeze flew through his hair. Darryl inhaled the fresh air and started to walk to his house. 

After a short walk in the cold, yet calming, afternoon Darryl reached his home and he entered his house through the front door. ''I'm home!'' He yelled as he closed the door behind him. Instead of his mom greeting him with a sweet tone, his mom stormed up to him holding her phone. ''Where were you? You didn't answer my texts.'' she asked. Darryl got a bit confused and he took off his shoes, ''I was staying in the school library to finish some extra notes, and I needed a teacher's help to give me more information, '' He said in a jittery tone. ''And I'm not allowed to use my phone on the school premises,'' His mom eyed him suspiciously. Darryl was afraid he knew she was lying, he felt a cold sweat run across the back of his neck. His mom asked once again, ''Why do you have your guitar?'' Darryl let out a quiet, yet nervous, sigh, and started to walk up the stairs, as he walked, he said, ''You told me to find a different place to play,'' he said calmly, ''and I did.'' When Darryl finished his sentence he walked in his room and exhaled sharply, his voice was shaking. 'Oh my goodness, I said that so harshly, she's gonna scold me.' Darryl thought with dread. He put his back on his door and waited a few moments and listened. No foot steps, no sighs, and no shouts. Darryl felt relief rush through his veins, his mother wasn't going after him. 

Darryl placed his bag in the same spot as always, and the set his guitar case on its back on his computer desk. The case was about 2 centimeters longer than the desk, but it wasn't a problem and it stayed still. Darryl collapsed on his bed and sighed into his pillow. He stayed like that for about 10 seconds, then he turned his body because he couldn't breathe. He turned to his room. It was tidy and neat, and it made Darryl sigh even louder. His room looked the same as always. He reached for his back pocket and he took out his phone. He unlocked it and immediately went on YouTube. He thought watching a few videos would calm him down from his nervous yet irritated mood. He scrolled though his feed, and saw a bass cover of 'DESTROYA' and the image of Zak playing his bass popped in Darryl's head. The way he played the instrument with such good rhythm, and his laugh, oh his laugh. Darryl felt his cheeks heat up once more, and he put his phone down on the bed beside him. Darryl looked up at the ceiling, with his eyes wide open. He knew he was gay, he had numerous crushes on boys, but this time, it was different. Way different. This time he couldn't get Zak's voice put his head, the way his voice cracks when hes angry, and his giggle.

'oh my goodness, I've fallen deep haven't I? I've only just met him..' Darryl grabbed his pillow from under his head and silently screamed into it. He knew he was going to go though weeks of thinking about Zak, and he knew they were going to be hard.

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