Suspension fills the large living room. You, George and Zak were sitting apart from each other. Zak has both of his arms under his chin, as you have your arms crossed while leaning against the sofa. George was on his phone, most probably checking Twitter.
"This has to be a dream." He fills the extreme silence.
"But it's not." You say, looking at him. His eyes catch yours.
He stays silent. George notices you two staring at each other, and clears his throat. "Ok, I'm gonna go to my room and edit a video." He stands up, walking towards the stairs. Zak looks at George as he goes upstairs. "He has a room here?" "A studio, to be exact. And don't worry, you have one as well."
Zak's jaw drops. "How many-"
"Three." You smile. "You, him and me. Remember, I edit too. I also sometimes mod for George when he streams." You pat his shoulder, chuckling. "Come on, I'll show you your room." You walk up the stairs, with Zak following behind you.
• • •
Back in Florida, Jennifer and Vianna were hanging out together at a local cafe. Jennifer was scrolling through her Twitter timeline, when she suddenly gets a notification. It was from the authorities.
"Wha-"
Vianna looks at her, almost dropping her fork. "Is there something wrong?" Jennifer looks at her. "She's in jail." Vianna's eyes widened. "What? Who?"
"Heather."
Vianna leans against the chair, letting out a sigh. "Holy shit." A smirk was painted on Jennifer's face. "She deserved it."
• • •
The moon shines at the night sky of Brighton, the water shimmering along with the stars. You walked outside, seeing Zak sitting in front of the fireplace with George. It looks like they had a hilarious conversation.
Zak's happy face always gets you. Him smiling always made your day better. You ran up to them and sat beside him. "Hello, boys. Am I disturbing something?" George shakes his head. "Not at all! Actually, we were just talking about you know, YouTuber stuff."
"Oh, Bad told me that you bought a new camera. I heard that the lens broke or something?" Zak asks. He laughs nervously. "Uhm, yeah. It was my fault. Sapnap dared me to punch my camera 'lightly', but I was too excited and I broke it. I'm not trusting that man with my camera ever again."
You laugh with Zak. "Well, I have to go stream now. You can join me, Zak." He nods. "Yeah, I'll join in a minute." George smiles and walks inside the house. He goes upstairs, leaving only you and Zak alone. The night was kind of cold, but the fireplace helped a lot. For some reason, it was really awkward between you two.
"So, what are your plans?" Zak suddenly asks you. You look at him, confused by his question. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you're now successful, right? What are your plans for the future? Like are you going to expand your career?" You smile and giggle. "Maybe. But I'm happy with how things are right now. Working as a photographer and an editor is a really fun job, honestly. I get to meet a lot of different people and experience new things! And—"
As you talk about your stories, Zak looks at you, his eyes looking at yours. He gets trapped in your eyes. You finish your talk, and turn to look at Zak. Suddenly, a cold feeling spread throughout your lips. A soft kiss, planted on you. You look up to see him holding your face gently with his soft hand.
You close your eyes, and it felt like it was just the two of you in your own world. That cold kiss now felt warm. As he drifted away from you, you felt attached to him even more. You open your eyes to see his forehead leaning against yours.
"Just once?"
He scoffs listening to your words. "Why? Was one not enough for you?"
You chuckle. "Maybe."
"What happened to the innocent (Y/n) I once knew?" "She grew up. And finally she can think straight." You both laugh. He leans in closer, attempting another kiss, but was interrupted by George who was whistling. "Oops. Did I interrupt something?" You stood up and grabbed his arm.
You drag him inside the house, your face a very bright red. "George Davidson you are supposed to go sleep, you bastard!" George flinches as you hit him on his arm. "Don't tell me to go to bed, you're not my mother! Besides, I'm older than you." "But that doesn't mean that I can't tell you off to bed!"
Zak watches as you drag George upstairs. He tries to hold in his laugh, but fails once you were out from his sight.
• • •
The next morning arrives in a blink of an eye. You wake up in your bedroom, and the first thing you hear is the sound of people talking loudly downstairs. You groan, scratching your head. "What are these two doing?"
You head downstairs, to hear the conversation getting louder. The light emitting from the kitchen caught your eye. You poke your head inside to see Zak and George preparing breakfast. "How unusual." You say to yourself.
"Well hello boys." They turn behind them to see you leaning against the table. "Morning, sis." George says, patting your head. Zak smiles at you, and immediately you were reminded of last night.
His soft touch, his warmth, that feeling when it was just the both of you. Your face heats up as you looked down, smiling. George sees you acting weird. "Hey, you alright?" He asks you, putting his hand on your shoulder. He sounded like he was worried. "Y-Yeah! Why wouldn't I?"
He was a bit suspicious at first, but brushes it off. You look up again to see Zak not in front of you. You looked around when suddenly he surprises you from behind. "Looking for me?" You blush immediately after looking at his face so close to yours.
"W-What? No! I just wondered where you went."
"Why? Did you want that kiss from last night?"
You scoff. "Once is enough, Zak."
"You said it yourself that one kiss wasn't enough."
You feel his hand on top of yours, gripping it tightly. "I-I said maybe, idiot!" He gets closer to your ear and whispers,
"You're mine now."
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hello! so uh yeah this chapter is pretty crappy lmao
the book is coming to an end and thank you for reading until now! really means a lot.
anyways, it's already 2021 from where i live and i wish everyone a happy new year! <3
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