Perfect Places

Fake

The music in my room blared while I stared at myself in the mirror that hung above my vanity. The mirror was wrapped in LED lights that I almost always had turned on light blue.

My room had been getting more and more decorated by the week. My money had been coming from the occasional baby-sitting job. Yeah, I was pretty good with kids, but not great.

Plants where in almost in every corner of the room, and throw pillows practically covered my whole bed. I had purchased a rather large rug for myself that had a black and white pattern.

The room was pretty much my dream room. I had thrown away all of my old band posters from the last home I had lived in. I basically just wanted to start completely over with my new room.

It was a Tuesday morning, but because it was summer, I wasn't at school. A month of our summer vacation had slipped between our fingers like sand.

Summer vacation always flew by, but with having almost constant contact with Zane, it was going by even faster. I still didn't know what to do about Mr. Lennons.

Jessica and I needed to get one final look at his car before Josh and I actually broke into it. Jess and I didn't really know when to do that ... but it did have to be sometime soon.

Sometimes I would sit down and just start thinking about if I should be worrying about Zane's dad. It wasn't really any of my business.

I knew it was wrong. I could feel it, but ... I couldn't just let go of it. It wasn't Mr. Lennons that I was really concerned about.

Zane was the one I was concerned about.

There was just something about the thought of Zane being absolutely crushed that made me feel like throwing up. The more and more that I would think about it, the more and more sick I would feel.

I was starting to feel a sense of doubt in myself.

Every time I would see Zane's beautiful face, I would get anxiety. Every time I would get a call or a text from him, I would feel terrible. Almost every time someone would even say his name, I would get a bad feeling.

All of the sudden, there was a loud knock on my door. I turned down the volume of my blasting music, and answered my door.

   On the other side of the door stood Tyler.

   "What do you want?" I sighed.

   "There's someone at the door." He told me, towering over me.

   I laughed, "Okay ... then answer it."

   "No, idiot. I think its for you."

   "Alright. That's all you had to say."

   Before I could make it even five feet out of my room, he yanked me backwards.

   "Oh no, no, no." He smirked, "You think you're allowed to have your boyfriend over?"

   I wrinkled my eyebrows, "What?"

   "You heard me, Rae."

   "My boyfriend? He didn't even-"

   "Shut up, I don't care. Unless you want him killed, tell him to leave."

   I was totally confused. Zane would never just show up. I know him well enough to know that if he was coming over, he would tell me.

   "Unless you wanna be punched in the face and blackmailed for everything you have, get out of my way." I barked at him.

   Over the past few weeks, I had learned that to get anywhere with Tyler ... you had to use verbal force. Otherwise, having a normal conversation would get you no where.