Status: Thinkking about calling it quits

Why Am I So Confused If I Feel So Sure?

First Date

“I know,” I said.

“So where are you guys going?” asked Diggy.

Diggy and I were talking on the phone. I was getting ready for my date with Zacky. It’s been about a week or two since Zacky got in a bar fight with my ex boyfriend, so Zacky is feeling better.

“We’re meeting at Jamba Juice,” I answered.

“That’s cool,” said Diggy.

“Yeah, I think we’re going a little to fast. I’m going to ask him if we can slow it down a bit, and I don’t care if that’s what old people say either,” I said.

“Slow it down? It’s freaking Zacky Vengeance! How can you want to slow it down?” screamed Diggy on the other line.

“I know who it is, but I think it’s just too fast. We just met each other and I want to slow things down a little bit,” I said looking in the mirror at what I was wearing.

I couldn’t decide to wear just a shirt and jeans or a shirt from Vengeance University and jeans.

“True. When are you supposed to meet him at Jamba Juice?” asked Diggy.

“In like forty-five minutes.” I said. “Should I wear a V.U. shirt or just a shirt?”

“Just a shirt,” answered Diggy.

“Okay. I’m going to wear a Hollywood Undead t-shirt.”

“My little brother loves them!”

“I know, you told me before.”

“I did?”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Well now I told you twice!”

“I gotta go, so I can get ready,” I said, sounding disappointed.

“Okay,” said Diggy. ”Call me later, yeah? Tell me what he says.”

“I will.”

“Bye,” she said.

“Bye,” I said while hanging up the phone.

I put on my Hollywood Undead shirt. The one with them in a Wanted poster and it’s like tan and black.

I walked to the bathroom and put on some eyeliner and some Vaseline. I love Vaseline and Chap Stick.

“Where the hell is it?” I said looking all over the house.

I was looking for my fedora.

“There it is.” I said picking it up from the foot of my bed.

I was wearing a Hollywood Undead shirt, some blue jeans, Converse, an Encinitas black sweater, and my fedora.

“Sparky be quite!” I yelled at my shit-zu.

I named her Sparky ‘cause she’s a firecracker like my great-grandma, Grandma Jean.

She kept barking and following me. Until I found out she wanted to go out, so I let her out while I got my shoulder bag ready.

I was about to leave when I heard Sparky barking from the backyard. I ran over and let her back in and gave her water and food. But she begged for a treat so I gave her one.

I walked out the door, locked it and went to my car. I have a piece of crap car, a Honda City; I don’t clean the inside of it.

I started my car and looked for my Hollywood Undead CD in my CD case. After I found my CD I drove to the only Jamba Juice in Huntington Beach.

I got there and sat at a table waiting for Zacky to arrive.

I was looking inside my shoulder bag, completely bored as hell, when I saw Zacky appear out of no where.

“Hey,” said sitting down across of me.

“Hi,” I said closing my bag. “How have you been?”

“I’m feeling okay, thanks to you,” he answered.

“Do you want to get something? I’ll get it,” I said.

“No I’m buying, I asked you on the date so I pay,” he said while standing up.

“Okay,” I said as I followed him to the cashier.

“Welcome to Jamba Juice. How can I help you?” asked the guy at the register.

“Can I get a Original Mango ago go?” I asked.

“Sure,” said the guy.

“And can I get a Peach Pleasure?” asked Zacky.

“What size?” asked the guy at the register.

“Original.”

“Okay. Is that all?” asked the dude.

“Yeah,” said Zacky.

“That’ll be $12.50.”

Zacky took out his wallet and gave him $13.00, and the guy gave him 50 cents. Zacky put it in the little tip jar by the register.

We walked out of line and I asked, “You like Peach Pleasure?”

“Yeah, I tried it ‘cause pleasuring is what I do best,” Zacky said while sounding sure.

I laughed.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Original Mango Ago Go,” said a Jamba Juice worker.

I ran up and got my drink. I quickly took a drink and walked back to Zacky.

“Original Peach Pleasure,” said the same Jamba Juice worker.

Zacky walked up to get his drink when some one said, “Aren’t you Zacky Vengeance?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smile.

“Can I have an autograph?” she asked.

“Of course,” he answered.

“Thanks,” she said, pulling off her sweater unveiling an A7X shirt. “Just sign right there.”

Zacky signed it where she pointed and she said, “Thanks again.”

“No problem,” he said with another smile.

She left when he went to grab his drink. He took a swig of it as he walked back to me.

“Sorry,” he said as we walked to our seat.

“Don’t be,” I said.

We sat down and I quickly changed the subject by asking, “What’s your favorite color?”

“I don’t think I have one,” he answered clearly thinking.

“What’s your favorite band?”

“The Misfits, Metallic, and Guns N Roses,” he said with no hesitation.

“Good bands,” I said.

“What’s your favorite color?” he asked.

“I have to say orange, black, and red.”

“Nice choices.”

“Yeah, I know.”

We laughed.

“What’re your favorite bands?” he asked.

“Avenged Sevenfold, Hollywood Undead, the Misfits, and Black Veil Brides,” I answered with not a single hesitation.

“Who’s Black Veil Brides?” he asked.

“They’re a really good band. They sing ‘Knives and Pens’ and have a hot singer.” I said trying to see if he knew them, but no luck.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Well you have to look up that song one day,” I said.

It was quite for a little bit.

“I think I’ve heard of Hollywood Undead,” he said breaking the silence.

“What song?”

“I think it goes like ‘Everywhere I go…’ and that’s all I remember,” he said with a laugh.

I laughed as well.

“Yeah, they sing that. It’s called ‘Everywhere I Go’.”

“Yeah, I got the title!”

I laughed again.

“Zacky, can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Anything,” he said.

“Okay, I know this is going to sound dumb and what old people might say, but I don’t care. Here I go. Zacky, can we like slow it down a bit?” I asked.

I was nervous as fuck. I was afraid of what he might say and I think I was just rambling, but all I care about is what he says.

“Is that what you really want?” he asked, drinking his smoothie.

“Yes,” I said.

I just drank my awesome drink while I waited for him to reply.

“Thank God! I was going to ask that too, ‘cause after being kicked in the nards like four times I was thinking maybe this is too fast,” he said sounding relieved.

“Well at least we both want to slow down a bit, right?” I said.

“Yup,” he said.

I watched him drink his Peach Pleasure for about one minute.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I said looking in his gorgeous green eyes.

I just noticed that he was wearing a Misfits shirt, jeans, and a hat. I’m so glad that I can see his green, emerald like eyes.

I drank my Mango Ago Go and he interrupted by asking me, “What’s your favorite movie?”

“That’s so tough. But I have to got with Hannibal Rising,” I said after a long pause.

“What’s your favorite Disney movie?” he asked.

“Animated?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Can it be a princess one?”

“Sure.”

“Okay then The Little Mermaid or The Classic Mickey,” I said after thinking of what I could remember.

“I like Mickey movies too,” he said sounding excited.

I drank the last bit of my smoothie and went to throw it out. When I got back to our table there were a whole bunch of people around it. They all wanted an autograph from Zacky, he was surrounded by them. I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. There had to be at least twenty people there.

I waited for about twenty minutes for them to leave, and they finally did.

Zacky looked tired and he looked at me and said, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“You have fans and I’m okay with that,” I told him.

He left to throw out his cup.

“Does that happen a lot?” I asked as soon as he sat down.

“What? Being surrounded by fans and being asked to take autographs and/or pictures?” he asked.

I nodded my head yes.

“Yeah, but you get to use to it and what am I suppose to say? Leave me alone? No it would break their hearts and it’s thanks to them I have money, right?” he said.

“Yeah, true.”

“What do you like to do?” he asked me.

“I like to read, cook, bake, play the guitar, sing, play with my dog, Sparky, and talk to my family,” I said thinking.

“What do you like to cook or bake?” he asked.

“I like to cook big meals and I like to bake cookies, brownies, and cupcakes,” I said.

“Sounds really, really, good, now I’m hungry,” Zacky said licking his lips.

He looked like he was eye raping me. It’s when you have a huge grin on you face and, narrowed or popped eyes, and sometimes licking you lips.

I laughed at him.

“It looks like you were eye raping me,” I said still laughing.

“What the hell?” he said, now laughing at my use of words.

“It’s when you have a huge grin on you face and, narrowed or popped eyes, and sometimes licking your lips,” I told him.

“Oh. Where did you get that from?” he said.

“From the Mo’ Urban Dictionary: Juno Edition,” I said.

“You’ve seen Juno?”

“Yes, I love that movie! It’s so funny!”

“It is.”

I was remembering more words from the Dictionary and said, “That’s one doodle that can’t be un-did, home skillet.”

We both broke into laughter.

“Yeah, when I got rid of Reggie I became sucka free,” I said.

“What does that mean?”

“A girl kicking a POS boyfriend to the curb after a long shitty relationship,” I said.

“Oh,” Zacky said.

“The guy who I met at Rylee’s wedding and left me at Arianna’s wedding was Reggie.”

“Wow. He seems like a jerk, meeting you at one friends wedding and leaving you at another’s.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Why was he at Jimmy’s wedding?” asked Zacky.

“He’s a works for Alternative Press and they wanted a picture or something,” I said quickly.

“Oh,” he said.

I was glad that Zacky wanted to know about me.

“So how does it feel playing in front of millions of people?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Feels great, I mean the rush and people making posters and calling your name it’s just awesome,” he said, looking glad that I asked.

“Sounds great.”

“It is I’m like lucky to be able to do that.”

“You look so into the music when you play and concentrated.”

“Yeah, I do that,” he said. “I think we all do that, especially Johnny.”

“Yeah, he looks so cute and funny when he plays,” I said with a chuckle.

Zacky smiled and laughed out loud.

“Shit,” I said.

“What?”

“I have to get home.”

“Why?” he asked sounding disappointed.

“Sparky is home and I forgot to close the back door,” I said sounding nervous.

“Sparky?”

“Yes, my dog. She’s a shit-zu and if she goes outside then the hawks might get a hold of her.”

“There are hawks by your house?”

“Yeah, they live in a huge palm tree by my place,” I said as I got up.

“I hope Sparky is okay.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ll text you later?” I asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” he said sounding glad that I asked.

“Bye,” I said while kissing him on the cheek.

“Bye,”

I walked to my car and looked back and waved at him. He waved back, he looked disappointed.

I got in my car and I got a text, it was from Zacky. He asked, “Wanna go on a date Friday?”

I looked at him and smiled, I texted, “Sure.”

He looked at me and smiled his gorgeous smile.

I got another text, “Are you still on your date?”

It was from Diggy.

“No,”

I started my car and drove away. When I got to a red light I checked my phone. Diggy wrote, “Aw, why not?”

“’cause Sparky is home alone and the backdoor is open.” I wrote back.

The light turned green and I went.

Another text, “She is?”

I wrote, “Yeah, I’m rushing home.”

After a while I got home and I parked my car. I locked it and then unlocked/opened my front door.

“Sparky?” I yelled.

I ran to the backdoor, she wasn’t there.

“Sparky, come here!”

I went to her room of shit. Mostly filled with toys and her little dog bed, she was sleeping in her dog bed.

“Sparky!” I yelled as I ran to her.

She looked angry because I disturbed her.

I went to close the backdoor but it already was.

“I don’t remember closing it,” I said.

I went to close the front door, but it already was.

“What the hell?” I said.

I walked backwards and bumped into someone. I turned around to find……..Diggy licking a lollipop.

“What the hell? When did you come in?” I asked shocked to see her.

“When you texted me saying that you were leaving ‘cause Sparky was home alone and the backdoor was open, I drove over as quick as possible,” she said.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to surprise you because you’d get home making out with Zacky and when you come in here I am watching T.V. like it’s my house,” she said laughing at her idea.
I couldn’t help but laugh because it was a good, sinister plan.

“See?”

“It is a funny plan,” I admitted.

“Yeah, I was going to invite everyone! Rylee, Jimmy, Arianna, Brian, Matt, Val, Johnny, and Jess,” she said.

“Did you invite them already?”

“No, I was going to call them when I came here.”

I walked to the coach and Diggy followed me.

“How’s Craig?” I asked her as we both sat down.

“He’s great, hot, and mine!” she yelled happily.

“Were you going to invite him?”

“Yeah, but he was busy,” she said sounding disappointed.

“Oh,” I said.

“How was your date?”

“Fine,”

Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see Jess.

“Hi! What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I was going to help with the party but you’re here, so no party!” she exclaimed.

I hugged her and looked coldly at Diggy.

“No one else is here, huh?” I asked her.

“What she wasn’t!”

Next Johnny comes through the door with a whole bunch of bags from Party City.

“Johnny? Damn, who else is here?” I said.

“Hi,” Johnny said.

“No party, honey,” said Jess.

Johnny put the bags down and said, “What am I supposed to do with all of this shit then?”