As much as Zacky adored his profession, he couldn't help but beyond glad to be home. He wasn't gone long, but he was gone long enough to miss his bed. Leaving his bed for months was one of the most painful things the man had to do – luckily the tour was a brief one, just two weeks. It was bittersweet now that it was over, but it gave him time to clear his mind and just relax with his family and friends. Despite his prior plans to stay snug in his bed for the majority of his first day back, he was quite rudely – in his opinion – awoken by a phone call from his mother just checking in on him. It was a sweet gesture, but honestly she could have given him a few hours. He glared at the small digital clock to his right, the neon numbers practically taunting him – 10:57 AM.
Pulling the blanket over his head to block out the sun he went through his contacts, somewhat pouting when he came to the conclusion that all the guys would still be passed out at this hour. He didn't blame them, he envied the fuckers. He was half tempted to spam all of them with phone calls, however he didn't want to deal with their bitching and fuck could they bitch for hours. His finger froze over Deanna, his hair stylist, the two weren't terribly close but the guitarist thought she was pretty cool. He weighed his options before sending her a text.
Deannnnnnaaaa! He hesitated, his thumb hovering over the send option, before muttering a "fuck it" and sending it to the girl. What could it hurt? Throwing his phone to the other side of the bed he stood up and stretched his arms over his head – god it pained him to up this early in the morning. How did people do this everyday? As he walked to the kitchen he hummed to himself, quite pleased to be back in his own home. He didn't feel like making anything but the grumbling in his stomach needed to be silence. Cereal or Eggs? Opting out for the easier option he poured himself a bowl of Frosted Flakes, he grabbed a spoon before making the journey back to his bedroom.
He hated eating at the kitchen table – made him feel lonely. He took several bites before setting the bowl on his bedside table and picking up his phone. Seeing no response from the hair stylist he made a noise somewhere between a whine and a scoff,
Give me attentionnnn. He hit send, before realizing that maybe the girl didn't have his number anymore. It wasn't as if they texted each other often – well not as often as the band member would have liked. Trying to redeem himself and not seem too desperate he sent one final message,
It's Zacky, by the way. Are you working today? He wasn't in desperate need of a haircut, but anything to get him out of the house was welcomed.
Running on no more than three hours of sleep the petite girl couldn't help but feel exhausted as she washed the dishes from the night before – despite the fact that her fiance ]
Beckett had swore he would make sure the small mountain of dishes were taken care of before he went to sleep, "We'll just add this to your list of lies." Wednesday huffed to herself, although silently scolded herself as she dried her hands on the fabric of her jean shorts. She knew that the male had his faults when it came to their relationship, but Wednesday never had the heart to hold everything against him; it was easier for the photographer to simply forgive and forget when it came to him. What else could she do?
After taking a few minutes to tidy the small apartment kitchen she briefly glanced at the clock that decorated the pastel blue walls and let out a whine . Why did she have to wake up so early on her only off day of the week? Today was her napping and Netflix day, but here she stood in the middle of her kitchen trying to make the apartment presentable – not that she had very many visitors. Beckett loathed interacting with people outside of
his friend group, so Wednesday often went out to visit her friends. Hearing her phone go off in the other caused the girl to quirk a brow in curiosity – not particularly sure who would be texting her. It wasn't that she didn't have friends, she had plenty, but the majority of them should be at work or sleeping in.
Despite, the confusion she began to hunt for her mobile device. She didn't know what it was about the damned thing but she was always misplacing it! It took several minutes, but eventually the girl located it underneath her bedside table, not entirely sure how it ended up in that particular spot. Seeing Brian's name on her screen Wednesday couldn't help but grin – when she first met the guitarist she couldn't help but think he was an absolute douche but it didn't take long for him to grow on her. She read over the short message before sparing a glance towards the sleeping figure of her fiance – she highly doubted her absence would be noticed.
Hello, hello. Coffee sounds like Heaven on Earth. I'm free now, if you are. (:[ Hope this isn't too awful ~ ]
@ randall keith.