Between a Little Piece of Heaven and the Danger Line

A loud knock came from my door just as I was opening a bottle of Jack Daniels. Yes, I was drinking this early in the day. I had had a nightmare about Jimmy last night, mainly about him trying to push me towards Zacky before my brain forced me to watch my best friend be shot multiple times before he died. It was stupid, considering Jimmy didn’t die because he got shot while he tried to make me realise that Zacky liked me, but my brain had been horrible to me even since he passed. I took a large gulp of the soothing alcohol before I went to open my door.

“Hey, are you drinking already?” Zacky asked, well, exclaimed with a great amount of surprise, as he caught sight of the bottle in my other hand. I rolled my eyes.

“Long story short; dreamed of Jim,” I managed to say before chugging some more of it, hoping it would soon get the clear image out of my head. I hated watching Jimmy die over and over again. It was the worst thing in the world.

“Oh... I’m sorry...” Zacky mumbled as he walked inside, shutting the door after himself. We just stood there awkwardly for a moment until I drunk some more. As soon as I had lowered the bottle, Zacky grabbed it. “I’m not letting you.”

“Zacky... It’s helping me,” I explained, not letting go of it.

“There’s other ways to stop thinking about it,” Zacky said sympathetically. It was then that I realised he must have nightmares too, and more than I thought he did.

“Like what?”

“Well, when it happens to me, I start thinking of you,” he admitted, speaking a bit quieter. Normally, if someone I was interested in said that to me, I’d be super smiley and feeling happy, but now I wasn’t. Jimmy’s death was hanging over my head like a big depressing cloud, and it wouldn’t go away.

“Well, that’s sweet and all, but I really don’t think that thinking of you is gonna work right now...” I said as I tugged on my bottle, wanting to drink more, but he didn’t let go.

“Put the bottle down and I’ll distract you. I promise,” Zacky suggested. I looked into his stunning green orbs and decided I should at least give him a chance. Maybe he could make things better before the rest of the band arrived.

“Why are you here early anyway?” I questioned as I let go of the bottle. He shrugged as he walked past me to put it back in the kitchen.

“I just wanted some alone time with you. Is that too much to ask?”

“Not at all,” I sighed as I yearned for more alcohol. “Are you going to distract me or what?” Zacky turned around and started pacing towards me. A second later, his hands were cupping my face and his lips were aggressively kissing mine. As he pulled away for a second, I opened my mouth to say something, but Zacky pushed himself back onto me, taking my mouth’s openness as an opportunity to use his tongue to deepen the kiss and to show his passion. A moan escaped from me and Zacky pushed me backwards so I was pressed up against my fridge. Zacky sucked slightly on my bottom lip for a second, then moved away from my lips and down onto my neck. I was gasping for breath as Zacky’s hands started moving lower on my body. This could not be happening... I only ever dreamed of this...

Another knock sounded from my door. Thank God people were knocking today, instead of barging right in like they usually did, since we were family. Zacky repulsed from me with a sly grin on his face, knowing he had succeeded in distracting me from my nightmare.

“You’d better get that,” he said while nodding in the direction to my door.

“Yes sir, Mr. Dominant Zacky,” I joked, suddenly feeling a lot better. I guess he could change my mood really quickly. I took in a deep breath to calm myself and walked to my door.

“Hey, Bri,” Johnny said sadly after I had opened the door. I gave him a small smile, welcoming him into my house. “Sup, Zack.”

“Hey,” Zacky called from the kitchen.

“Drinking already, are we?” Johnny commented as I saw Matt’s car pulling up in behind Johnny’s. I heard Zacky laughing before striking up another conversation with Johnny. Matt raced up to my front door, knowing he was the last one to arrive.

“Hey, how are you?” Matt asked as he bounded inside my house to get away from the cold.

“Coping,” I managed to say as I shut the door. “Yourself?”

“Yeah, me too. I think I know how to get us all through this, though,” he said, spotting the other two in the kitchen. The band meeting already felt weird because Jimmy wasn’t here. Only four of us just wasn’t right...

“What’s that?” I questioned as we all walked into my lounge to sit down and chat.

“Guys, I think we need to make this album. For ourselves, as well as Jimmy,” Matt said once we had all sat down, Zacky purposely sharing a seat with Johnny instead of me. As soon as Matt said that, everyone’s faces dropped. This was going to be one hell of a depressing conversation.