If I Was Perfect,Then This Would Be Easy

I woke up to Zacky mumbling. I groaned. He was just sleep talking. I slowly got up from the bed, grabbing my clothes from the ground. I put them on one by one.

Today was my last day here. I laughed as I just noticed that I haven't talked to my sister in a couple of days, despite our situation.

I walked into the bathroom, deciding to clean myself up. I took a quick shower, and I brushed out my hair. I sighed.

What was going to happen today? The last day, here in California. My last day with all of the guys. I sighed again.

I walked back into Zacky's room. He was still sleeping. I sighed as I got back into bed with him. His even breathing soothed me.

I wrapped my arm around his waist. I was perfect content just laying here, hearing Zacky breathing.

I grabbed onto his shirt tightly. I was leaving tomorrow. I talked to my mom about this last night. She gave me two options: Go without telling Zacky good-bye or leave him waiting for me.

I could understand why she gave me the options.

Leaving Zacky without telling him, probably would make him angry at me. Maybe he'd eventually get over me a lot quicker than if I never said good-bye to him.

If I let him see me leave him behind maybe he'd wait for me. As much as that made me happy, I couldn't let that happen.

Zacky needed to go with his life. Sure, I'd come to visit him after I graduated from high school, but I didn't want him being depressed without me. It was a mixed feeling of hoping he loves me enough to even become depressed to hoping he's happy.

I turned over, facing the wall. I couldn't look at Zacky right now. He'd be able to tell that I was sad right away if he woke up. I sighed. Why was this so difficult? Why couldn't I stop being so selfish? I know it'd kill Zacky, if I left without saying anything to him.

"Good morning, beautiful." I heard a voice say. I felt fingers brush my cheek. I felt warm lips kiss on my neck.

"Zacky," I sighed happily. "The one and only," he said. I turned aorund slowly, hoping that I looked happy for him.

"Zacky," I said. "I love how you look in the mornings," he said smiling. I looked at him confused.

What was so appealing to him about my morning look?

Zacky just smiled at me.

"I'd tell you why, but then you could use your good looks to make me listen to you." Zacky said.

"Psh, my good looks? You've gotta be kidding me." I said. I sat up. Zacky was usually the one dazzling me with his good looks.

I felt Zacky brush my hair in back of my ear.

"I love how messy your hair is, especially after some great make-up sex." Zacky said.

I felt myself blush. Zacky kissed my neck softly.

"I love how soft your skin is." Zacky trailed his finger across my arm. "I love how shy you can be," he said.

I looked over at him. His green eyes were piercing me yet again.

"I think I love how you become such an animal in the sack more, though." Zacky said smirking. I quickly covered my face up with my hands.

How could he be so bold, so straight forward?

"I love how you hold onto me as we sleep," Zacky whispered.

He slowly wrapped his arms around my body. "I love how you fit into my body so perfectly." He said. "Zacky," I whispered. I felt him shrug slightly. "I'm leaving tomorrow," I said softly. Zacky sighed deeply.

He let go of me. "Don't remind me," he muttered.

Zacky got up from the bed, and I followed him. I didn't know what to say, so I began to think. I said the first thing that came to mind.

"I still haven't wore the dress Clem bought me," I said hopefully. Zacky turned to look at me. He had a smile on his face.

"You'll get to wear it, don't worry." He said happily. He had something planned, didn't he?