Everyone Wants Zacky

Friday rolled around and Zacky could feel a hard knot developing in the pit of his stomach. Thursday was uneventful. He sat with Jimmy and Val all through lunch since Thursday was considered his 'day off.' Although neither of his friends seemed to grasp the concept since all they could talk about was the game as a whole. Jimmy was incessantly telling Zacky that the better choice was Matt or Brian, while Val gushed about what Johnny could possibly be planning. He was annoyed but his mood was okay because he hadn't seen his dad since Tuesday night after the incident and no one had seen his throat so all in all things were pretty normal (with the exception that three of his best friends no longer sat together.)

Zacky stared at his outfit and he felt overly dressed. He was wearing a white button up dress shirt, a red suit jacket, a black bow tie, black skinny jeans, that same red scarf, and black converse, he didn't particularly like the fact that he had to look good he would have preferred being casual, and the worst thing he had to douse himself with axe and the smell was so strong it was stinging his eyes and causing them to water.

He heard footsteps ascend the staircase and he didn't bother too look up as the white wooden door was shoved open. He recognized the heavy footfalls, his breath caught in his throat Adam's apple bobbing up and down frenziedly. His father clamped his shoulder, appearing in the reflection of the mirror right behind his son. His father pressed his nose in between the crook of Zacky's neck almost like his son did with Johnny but at least that was legal and not in the least bit disgusting. His father inhaled deeply heavy breath tickling Zacky's skin.

"D-Dad…"

Zacky could feel his skin break out in hard little bumps and his body was visibly shaking. His father thrust his arms through the cracks of Zacky's arms and body folding his hands over the smaller's stomach.

"Where are you going?"

"O-On a d-date."

James' hand moved down and began to rub small circles into Zacky's inner thigh, and he couldn't help but whimper in fear and nausea. James on the other hand completely mistook the small noise.

"You like that?"

Zacky fussed moving his head back and forth trying to escape the older man's powerful grasp. James let go and left without another word. The raven exhaled shakily, his eyes half-lidded as he tried to blink back tears. He didn't want to ruin the small line of kohl charcoal eyeliner. He collapsed onto his bed and tried to calm himself on his own.

The doorbell rang and a second later his cell phone buzzed in his front jean pocket. He extracted the silver square shaped device and flipped the screen to see what he expected to see.

From: Johnny C.

'Hey I'm here…Don't feel nervous let's have fun k? '

Zacky smiled he had lost a point in the whole dress up ordeal but he gained two back for the encouraging words. He stood himself in front of the full length mirror rearranging his bow tie that had been mussed up from his father, fixed his suit jacket and ran a hand through his spikes. Not a hair out of place.

He descended the stairs at a considerably slow place not wanting to seem eager. He wasn't so excited about the date but after what had just occurred getting out of the house and away from Him was a very enticing idea.

He swung the door open and he couldn't help but feel that someone had stolen his breath. Johnny had also gotten a new hairstyle, now it was a jet black Mohawk, He was wearing a black and white striped jacket with big gold buttons, black skinny jeans, black fingerless gloves, black vans, and a thin black layer of eyeliner. His arm was behind his black and all he had was a nervous grin etched across his features.

Zacky remained immobile for several moments and managed to break the trance when he noticed that his smaller friend was growing more and more uncomfortable.

"Hey," The raven greeted.

"Hi," Johnny's grin widened.

Zacky furrowed his eyebrows. Johnny brought his hand around and thrust it outward a bouquet of yellow roses were wrapped in plastic, water droplets sticking to the see through sheet. Zacky's cheeks blushed as he slowly took the flowers from his grasp.
The raven was never one for romance and a point would have been deducted if it weren't for Johnny's quick explanation which actually earned him one.

"They're yellow because the lady said they mean friends and like I said always friend's right?"

"Yeah," Zacky smiled and it felt like a real genuine smile. Zacky grabbed the bouquet and did the standard placing them in a vase scenario, before he ran it up to his bedroom and placed it on the ledge in front of his window. He did this for two reasons 1) when morning came there would be direct sunlight and 2) his dad would probably call him a queer for accepting flowers whether he thought it was a girl or boy giving it to him.

He ran back down and stood there shifting from foot to foot. He threw his head over his shoulder and yelled,

"Dad I'm leaving!"

He slammed the front door closed and let himself be whisked away.

The car ride was filled with a Mix CD Johnny received from Jimmy on his birthday last year. Astro Zombies ended only to be followed I was Made for Loving You. Johnny flicked the volume down a couple of notches loud enough to be heard but still quiet enough to have a conversation.

"Alright Baker I think you should know where we're going."

"Thank you! I've been fucking antsy the entire ride!"

"I can tell by the way you bounce your leg."

"Oh…" Zacky stopped shaking his leg and looked away in embarrassment. Johnny reached over and placed his hand on Zacky's inner thigh in the exact place an older male's hand was. Zacky gasped and snapped his leg to the side and away from the other's hand as if it branded him with some sort of fiery logo. Definitely minus one point. Johnny's arm recoiled swiftly and went back to the steering wheel looked at Zacky with caution and apprehension.

"I'm sorry…I won't touch you… I guess I just thought…Wednesday at lunch when you sat in my lap…"

Zacky wanted to slap himself. He had crawled into Johnny's lap invading his space and making his thoughts track one way and that stunt he had just pulled probably derailed the younger's train of thought.

"Don't be sorry…I'm just having a rough day."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Not really."

"Hmmm well…Oh yes back to earlier I wanted to take you out to dinner."

"Where?"

"Milan Verde."

"Oh Johnny that place is expensive."
"Fuck expensive besides I'm not paying for it."

If he was seriously implying Zacky was paying he'd drop 10 points fast. Johnny reached into his jean pocket and extracted a gold card.

"My dad's credit card is paying for this meal so order whatever you want."

"Dude your dad will get pissed."

"Whatever the fucker didn't even get his son a 16th birthday present so here's present number one."

"Wait how many 'presents' are you going to get with that."

"As many dates as I go on with you until the end of the month. My fucking birthday was four months ago I have a high interest rate."

"I can tell," Zacky giggled relaxing once again.

They pulled in front of the restaurant and before Zacky could pull on the handle Johnny was on his side opening the door. He held his hand out and Zacky took it. The other's hand was warm and soft and Zacky liked how his hand fit into Johnny's. They waltzed in through the entrance and they received many looks. They walked towards the waiter.

"Reservations?"

"Reservations?! Reservations?! Can you believe what this man just asked me Zackary?"
Johnny's jaw was slack and he looked incredulously at his friend and the gleam in eyes instantly told Zack to go along with the charade.

"No I cannot believe it Jonathan!"

"I'll have you know sir," Johnny turned back addressing the waiter, "Do you know who I am? Have you ever heard of Seward and Company?"

"No I have not." The waiter said.

"My father owns Hasbro."

Zacky looked at Johnny and wanted to laugh instead he mouthed 'Really, Hasbro?' Of course Johnny meant Hasbro as in the multinational Toy and Board Game Company. The waiter's eyes grew wide.

"Why I'm sorry Mr. Seward follow me to your booth."

Johnny giggled at being called Mr. Seward. He and Zack slid into a comfortable booth in the corner and their menus were handed to them.

"We'll have a waitress get you gentlemen some drinks immediately and for the inconvenience earlier we will have complimentary appetizers out here immediately."

"I expect as much."

Johnny answered nasally mocking the waiter's tone on of voice and of course neither of the boys missed the look of disdain that crossed the man's expression at being made fun of so bluntly. When he left Zacky clutched his stomach as laughter just rolled right through him.

"My father owns Hasbro?"

"What? I like their games and it was the first thing that popped into my mind."

"Of course it was."

They talked and laughed eating their dinner as well. They wadded up napkins and stuffed bits into their straws spitting them at the waiter who was turning purple from wanting to scream but having to withhold it because I mean he had thee Jonathan Seward obviously son of a very important businessman. Johnny would also spill some of his drink on the table and call the waiter over to clean it, and not ten seconds later would he beckon for him again with the same "oops you missed a spot" line that made Zacky's own face turn purple but from laughter.

Although Johnny made Zacky dress up and he did touch him, he was enjoying himself. When he heard the words Milan Verde he figured Johnny was trying to impress him by being cordial, but even somewhere here Johnny was acting himself and Zacky thoroughly enjoyed that.

Soon they were standing on Zacky's front porch and the chilly night air was nipping at their exposed flesh. Johnny's hands were stuffed into his jean pockets as he rocked back on his heels.

"I had fun," Zacky surmised.

"Me too."

Johnny was always spontaneous and unpredictable so Zacky had no way of seeing this coming. The smaller male supped Zacky's cheeks pulled his face slightly downward before capturing his lips in a soft kiss. It was chaste and pure. Johnny was right Zacky's lips were like a pink satin. Their lips molded like two puzzle pieces fitting together and Zacky found himself not pulling away. After several moments Johnny pulled away panting lightly.
"Think of me on your date with Matt tomorrow night."

Zacky gulped and his heart was beating, his palms were sweating, and at that moment he was slamming the front door behind him and bounded up the staircase towards his room. He stripped his clothes down to his red boxers and he let the cool sheets caress his skin. He touched his lips again and he couldn't help but think he thoroughly enjoyed that.

His eyelids drooped shutting the outside world off from his dazzling emerald eyes as he thought about Johnny. Johnny's personality was nice. He looked nice. He smelled nice. That kiss was nice. Johnny was nice. But was being nice enough?