Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Thirteen | Writing Corner

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This chapter is on the shorter side but I wanted to end it organically.

Chapter Thirteen: Family

After a good scream and cry into my pillow I turn to my side and called Zack. He picked up by the third ring with a slurred hello. “Zack, I really need to talk to you. Please come over.” I whisper cried into the phone. “I will be right over.” I could barely hear his voice over the noise in the background. “Where are you even?” Zack hung up before I could get my answer but I shrugged. I will see him in a bit anyway. A soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts and Dad, the villain of the hour, poked his head through the crack of the door. I crossed my arms and shot him my best glare. “Look, let me at least explain.” I turned my head and chose to ignore him. I don’t want to hear his excuses. Dad however ignored my body language and entered my room anyway. “It was an accident. A mistake really. I was drunk one night and in a really bad space after your dad and I fought and-” I jumped up from my bed, my blood boiling with anger. “After a fight with dad? You cheated on him?” I screamed, tears rolling down my cheeks. My heart broke into tiny little pieces at the thought of the pure betrayal and heartbreak my precious Daddy Dearest must be feeling. “Get the fuck out of my room!” Dad scowled and instead took a step towards me. “Hey now, that’s no way to speak to your father.” Oh how I wished he would’ve left when I asked him too because my next words cut deep. “You’re not my father!” My heart shattered at the look on his face, before I could utter an apology, Dad turned around and left the room. What did I do? Why did I have to say that? My body shook as uncontrollable tears rolled down my cheeks. Why did I say that? Zack found me a good twenty minutes later, sobbing on my bedroom floor. In my distress, he picked me up and laid me down on the bed. He climbed in next to me and held me close towards his body. He didn’t say anything, he simply played with my hair and held me close. My body so exhausted by the turn of events of the day, I didn’t think to ask why he smelled so strongly of alcohol at 6pm.

Zack woke me up around dinner and we all sat around the table in a very tense silence. Dad sat at the head of the table as always with a grim expression on his face. Daddy Dearest ignored his usual seat and instead sat at the opposite end of the table. He wouldn’t even glance at Dad. In his mind, Dad didn’t even exist much less seated at the head of the table. Next to Dad sat his son who I have yet to learn the name off. I felt faint but as Zack tightened his hold on my hand underneath the table, I took one deep breath in before I finally broke the tension. “So, what is your name?” The boy shot me a surprised look before answering. “My name is Mason.” I smiled and leaned over to shake his hand. “My name is Melissa but everyone calls me M.” Mason simply nodded before returning his attention to his dinner in front of me. “Zack, my boy, how is your family?” Dad spoke up and the tension in the room returned full force and then some more. Zack laughed awkwardly before taking a sip of water. “Well, Sasha just announced that she’s pregnant so not so great?” I bit my lip to bite back my laughter but one look at Zack’s face, a small chuckle escaped my lips. Zack shot me a glare which only fuelled my laughter even more. “I mean it’s pretty funny. You saw the exact moment your little niece or nephew was created.” I snorted in between laughter which eventually infected the others at the table. “It’s not funny.” Zack hissed and shot me his ugliest glare. I choke on my own spit as I laughed. “I literally have no other information to this story and it’s even funny to me,” Mason mumbled which only fuelled the roaring laughter even more. I poked Zack’s side and he shook his head before chuckling. “You suck, M.”

“Mason, why don’t we take a walk and get to know each other?” I said which caught the boys by surprised. I shrugged in response. “Well you’re kind of family now and we should at least get know each other. Also, it will give the two dads some time to talk.” Mason paused before nodding. I got up, gave Daddy Dearest a peck on his cheek before leaving the room with Zack and Mason trailing close behind me. I refused to glance at Dad’s side on the way out. After grabbing out winter clothes, we opened the door and started to walk down the street. “So, Mason. How old are you?” I broke the silence after a few moments passed. For over an hour we just talked about the basics before we headed back to the house. Zack waved us goodbye when he crossed his house and for the last few streets, silence filled the space between us. Mason was a troubled fifteen-year-old teenager, that much was clear. Apparently, he has been living with his grandparents for the last five years after his mom passed away from cancer. They were, however, getting too old to raise a teenage boy and reluctantly shared that his father was just one town over. A father that has been sending checks these last fifteen years. A father who clearly knew he existed but never bothered to meet. A father he met up two months ago who was reluctant to tell his family. A father who was sounding more and more like the biggest dick in the world. I couldn’t stop myself as I hugged the boy only two years younger than myself who have suffered so much pain in his short life. “From now on you have me.” It was a promise that I never intended to break. We might not share blood but his family now. It came to absolutely no surprise that when we came home, Dad’s car was gone and Daddy Dearest was crying in the living room with a bottle of Jack as comfort. I instructed Mason to get the ice cream while I got the winter blankets from the closet. Quite naturally we all huddled up on the couch in front of the TV under the blanket. The rest of the night we didn’t talk, we simply just watched mindless TV and ate ice cream.

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Twelve | Writing Corner

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Chapter Twelve: A Horrible Day

I picked the dirt from under my nails as I waited for his royal highness to finish in the locker room. “Here you go!” I glanced up and smiled at the beautiful and delicious smoothie. “Thanks, Jack!” Jack flashed me a smile before taking the chair next to me. I took one big sip of berry goodness before returning my attention to my nails. “Zack still getting ready?” Jack asked after a few moments of silence. I nodded and Zack practically came out running from the locker room with a smile. “I’m ready, man!” Jack chuckled before joining him in the boxing ring. With mild interest, I watched the two circle each other in the ring before starting their fight when the bell ringed. The two eyed each other like trained practice, carefully accessing their opponent. Zack was the first the move. His movements so fast that I could barely follow the action but Jack easily sidestepped the blow before throwing a calculated punch right in Zack’s ribs. He flinched, the blow catching his but surprise but without halting his movement he threw his own punch. This time Jack couldn’t avoid the blow to his stomach. He jumped back gasping for air. Zack followed his attack with another ruthless punch. The game of throwing a punch and blocking another continued as the two danced in the ring for two hours. The fight ended at the sound of the bell, the two panted on opposite sides both sporting a hue of blue bruises on their skin. The two simply did the one-sided hug with a pat on the back before leaving the ring. They chatted happily as the two walked towards the locker rooms to clean up. I shook my head. Boys. I will never understand them. Zack isn’t a boy, my consciousness sneered but with a wave, I ignored whatever deeper meaning followed those words.

I fought back a yawn as I watched the student filled the classroom. Sasha and her pack of mindless minions was one of the last to enter. They all seemed sullen as they whispered among each other. I frowned when Sasha finally glanced my way. Her face was red and puffy. She’s been crying. I clenched my fist as her pain stricken face pulled at my heartstrings. Should I do something? She’s my best friend. No, you guys thought, remember? The bell rung signaling the start of the class before I could act on any of my thoughts. My eyes followed her as she took her seat, her hand comfortably resting on her stomach. It seemed to be an unconscious action on her part as if a part of her is protecting her stomach. My eyes widened at the sudden realization. No. I must be wrong. She would tell me, right? Suddenly those spam of panic messages crossed my mind. He came inside of her back then. It’s a possibility. At lunch, as I waited in line for my meal, my prediction became even more justified. One sniff of whatever meat they’re serving in the cafeteria sent Sasha running for the closet bathroom. Whispers and rumors spread through the school and by the last period, I was dying to know if it was really true. As I neared Sasha and her gang of minions, my heart hammered in my throat. We haven’t talked since our big fight and although I’m still ridiculously angry at her, I still care for her. She was my closet friend for years. Heck, not even that long ago I was madly in love with her. Was it even love? It died out as a small flame licked by a strong wind. Before I could overthink the situation, Sasha saw my approached and a scowl crossed her features. “What do you want?” Sasha sneered in anger. I stung I would admit but I squared my shoulders and reminded myself that she’s still that same girl I loved so much deep down. “Are you okay?” My sincere question caught her off guard. She frowned, shock clear on her features. “Back off, you homo freak!” Minion one stepped before Sasha before she could respond and snarled. I bit my lip and clenched my fits. They’re empty words, M. Don’t even give them the satisfaction than allowing the words to hurt you. They’re just empty words filled with lies. I glanced at Sasha, for what I couldn’t be sure. Sympathy? Reassurance? The same girl I fell in love with? The girl that would’ve stood up and glared at the mindless minion and told her actually where she could shove her cheap hair extensions. I saw none of that. Just a hardened scowl, a face so corrupted with anger, that old friend was long gone. “What the fuck do you want, Melissa?” Sasha spat my word and I glared. She knew I wasn’t a big fan of my full name. No one calls me Melissa, not even my fathers. “Why do you have to be such a bitch?” I spat before I stormed out of the classroom. Fuck her. I was just trying to be nice to her and she just threw it in my face. I don’t even care anymore. She could be just another cliché and tick off a teenage mother off the list.

I met up with Zack at the usual place and after watching him spar with Jack for two hours, we took a long walk in the park nearby. Zack would flinch on occasion but stubbornly refused to sit back and relax. I threw myself down on the soft grass next to the lake and begrudgingly and very slowly, Zack lowered himself onto the ground. Birds chirped and ducks quaked as we just watched the scenery before us. “Just ask already!” Zack broke the silence with an annoyed huff. I laughed and played with my fingers. “Is Sasha pregnant?” By the deep sigh and angry clench of his fist was anything to go by, I would say that would be a yes. “Oh wow. That’s big.” I gasped in shock and Zack simply nodded. Holy shit. Sasha really is pregnant. “Well her life is completely to the shits now. Do you know what she is going to do?” Zack shrugged and tossed a rock over the lake waters. Alright so someone doesn’t want to talk about his little sister being knocked up. “Why don’t you two just make up already? I’m not your fucking middleman?” I gaped in shock and before I could even comprehend Zack’s sudden outburst, he was walking away from me. What the hell just happened? “Hey, wait up!” Zack seemed to pause for two seconds before he spat up and disappeared around the corner. What the hell just happened?

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“I’m home!” I called as I stepped into the house. I frowned when I couldn’t hear the normal commotion. Usually, Daddy Dearest was humming in the kitchen as he cooked dinner around this time and you could always hear Dad typing in his office. I heart hammered in my throat as every horror movie with a similar scenario played in my head. “We’re in the living room.” Daddy Dearest finally broke the silence and I clasped heart, relieved. However, my momentary relief and happiness came to a crashing halt when I entered the living room and saw the somber expression on my fathers’ faces. Next to them was a boy, only two years younger than me if I would guess, angry at the world. No one was happy and one quick glance at Daddy Dearest, I could tell he has been crying. “What’s going on?” My heart pounded in my throat, maybe a crazy ax murder would’ve been nicer right about now. “Honey, why don’t you sit down?” Dad asked with his most gentle voice. He too looked upset. I shook my head as fear glued my feet to the floor. Moments passed before Dad sighed and glanced at the boy who seemed to get angrier by the minute. “There is no easy way to say this but…” Dad paused and swallowed with effort. “You’re dad over here has a bastard son.” Daddy Dearest snapped before storming out of the room. I blinked. No. My mind reeled with the new information and I shook my head. No. I didn’t hear him correctly. Dad dropped his head into his hands and sobbed. His body shook and his entire body language screamed shame. No. This can’t be happening. I turned and ran to my bedroom. No. This can’t be real life? I must be dreaming. I dropped onto my bed and screamed into my pillow. What a horrible day.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Eleven | Writing Corner

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Chapter Eleven: The Fight

Daddy Dearest pulled me in for a hug before I even fully opened the door. I laughed and he picked me up for a full-on bear hug. I inhaled his sugar scent and smiled. One week away from one of your favorite humans in the whole world can feel like forever. “I missed you so much!” Another set of arms circled my body and I welcomed it. “Never leave us again sweetheart.” Dad pouted and I chuckled. “You do know I’m supposed to spread my wings and leave the nest next year right?” Daddy Dearest cried dramatically and tightened his grip. “Don’t remind us!” Zack cleared his throat behind us. “Where’s my hug?” Daddy Dearest pulled him into a hug before he could even finish his sentence. “Tell me everything!” Dad demanded when Daddy Dearest finally released us. I smiled and dragged the two fathers to the lounge. For the next hour, Zack and I went into great detail about the entire week and then showed off our tattoos. It was only then when Dad noticed the new hairdo and nearly had a heart attack. It also didn’t help that his sweet daughter was now permanently inked. Zack cleverly made a run for it before Dad could even move. The two then ran through the house while I continued to tell Daddy Dearest about the best week ever.

I dropped onto my bed in a heavy heap, completely spent from the chaos that was my welcome home greeting. I rolled onto my side and pulled out my phone. One week without it was a dream. There wasn’t any distraction and spam like texts only when I was needed. I sighed as my thoughts moved to Sasha. Am I still in love with her? She surely isn’t the girl I fell in love with anymore. It’s just the boyfriend this and that. She always cancels on whatever plans we do make and if we by some miracle actually go through with the plans she’s on her phone the entire time and always bails early. I mean, I guess I can kind of understand where she is coming from. She’s in this new relationship and it’s exciting but I mean come on, the best friend here! My week with Zack was so utterly perfect. These last few months he has been a better friend than she has. I sighed and finally switched my phone back on. These pathetic little thoughts are disgusting really. I hate that I can’t make one single decision. Always backtracking and second guessing myself. Always reluctant for change. Always whining and hating my situation but doing nothing to change it. I screamed into my pillow as traitor tears rolled down my cheeks. “Being a teenager is so hard!” Before I could facepalm myself at my typical the world is cruel teenager whine, my phone buzzed uncontrollably. One quick glance at the screen told me that Sasha was anything but pleased with my running off to New York with her brother for a week act. Now she cares. I paused at my train of thoughts. Do I even still like her? Much less love, the way things are sounding in my brain I don’t love her at all. Did I just fall out of love with her? Is that even possible? It could also be that I’m still in love with her but my feelings of annoyance are numbing that feeling? Married couples get annoyed with each other but the love is still there…right? I rubbed my temples and got up. I guess I just have to go to her place and talk…Dread settled into my stomach and with a heavy heart, I drove the bicycle to see the person I’m in love with. Or maybe just my best friend? Every little roll of the wheel forward, my anger and frustration at the entire situation grew and grew. By the time I rang her doorbell and Sasha threw the door open with a bang, my anger was ready to explode.

“Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been calling you nonstop for a week now. How could you just go off in the sunset with my brother of all people with telling me anything. You’re so selfish! I needed you M! But like always you just do whatever the hell you want. You don’t care. It’s just me, me and me! I mean what the actual fuck M? You just left and worst of all you just switched of your phone! That was a fucking bitch move and you know it! Best friend my ass! I-” Looking back if I just took a deep breath and over thought the entire situation like I always did, maybe the incident could’ve been avoided. However if you bottle all of your feelings up, you are bound to explode when you’re pushed too far. For the first time in our long friendship, I raised my voice. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I’M THE BAD BEST FRIEND? Look at yourself in the fucking mirror next time, Sasha! You haven’t been my friend in months. It’s just all about Sasha! Like fucking always.” I should’ve stopped. If the hurt expression on her face was anything to go by, my words were cutting deep. I couldn’t stop though. The bottle was in pieces. I couldn’t hold back my inner and most darkest feelings. “You fucking disgust me. You just throw yourself at the first boy that even glances at you and obey his every fucking demand. News flash Sasha! He is fucking half of the cheerleading team. I-” The slap echoed in the air and silenced the fight. I cupped my cheek in shock, my mind reeling. What just happened? Sasha slammed the door closed, the wood hitting my nose as it swung into place. I screamed from the pain. “YOU FUCKING BITCH! I HATE YOU!”

The next two months was awkward and tense, to say the least. For the last 8 years, Sasha and I ate together at lunch with a crew of friends we met along the way. Every day we would meet up at the lockers and walk to class together. For the last 8 years, Sasha has been my only friend. The day after the fight, Sasha and the girls I could maybe have considered as friends the day before was huddled around her locker. Sasha was red-eyed and sobbing into her arms as her friends gushed around her with smoothing words. They all glanced up at my appearance and the ugly glare from the group told me everything I needed to know. However since we’ve been basically attached to the hip for years, we couldn’t actually go throughout our day without seeing each other. We share 5 of the 7 classes for fuck’s sake. Instead of crawling back to her side, begging for forgiveness on my knees, I took my lunch and left the cafeteria in search for a new place. It was times like these, where I sit alone under a tree eating stale bread that I wish Zack went to our school. I huffed, annoyed about the entire situation. Why am I suddenly the bad guy? I only said what she needed to hear. It’s not my fault she can’t handle the fucking truth. I mean suddenly I’m shunned and glared at every fucking class we share. I mean it’s been two fucking months already. Climb off your high horse and smell the shit storm. I rolled my eyes when I saw the little mindless hyenas throw me a glare when I passed their table on my way out. I threw the finger over my shoulder and moved to my beloved tree.

Over these last two months as the official new loner of the school, I slowly fell into a routine. I would start off my morning with a mini glare off with the girls that always seems to hover around our lockers, almost waiting for my arrival. Once I arrived and I’m in earshot they would then proceed to overdramatic laugh about something. I would then ignore them, get my shit from my locker and move on with my day. This process of glare and fake laughter would repeat every time they noticed I was in earshot. Sasha was the worst though. She was loving every second of the attention and seemed to add oil to the fire as her minions just soaked up her bullshit. The absolutely most pathetic part of the whole show that I’m so much better off without you is that the dumb girl is still falling for John’s bullshit. As the entire sticking her tongue down his throat every second I was in eyesight was anything to go by. Why are you so bothered about me? You do you, honey. I’m fucking sick and tired of your bullshit anyway. At lunch, they always switched things up. I mean you got to somehow keep your boring mindless life interesting. They went out of their fucking way to shoot me pity glances and talk very loudly might I add about their plans. Like that would accomplish anything. I would then roll my eyes, shoot the finger and move to my tree where I stuffed my face with whatever food the cafeteria was trying to pass as food. After I would finish lunch I would spend the remaining time before class starts playing the piano game on my phone. I was addicted to the game and the smoothing sounds of the piano seemed to melt all of the tension away. The same glares and hyena laughter would follow the rest of the day until I finally found sweet release from the childish bullshit in my two classes I didn’t share with the group.

Finally, the school would release me from my own personal prison around 3pm and I would bike home and dump myself on the bed. <What time are you coming over?> Zack didn’t respond to my text but by the sound of the doorbell ringing answered for him. <Stop ringing the doorbell and just come up already!> The sound of the door being opened was quickly followed by the sound of his heavy boots on the stairs. Zack dropped onto my bed, narrowly nearly crushing me to death. I laughed and shoved his side. “How was school?” He finally asked, his face still in my pillow. “Mind-numbing like usual.” Zack sighed at my response and finally glanced up from the pillow. “Still fighting?” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. “You know the both of you are in the wrong…” I pouted at his response. A few moments passed before he sighed and threw up his arms in surrender. “Come on, let’s go to the boxing ring!” I smiled and jumped up on the bed. Zack recently joined the local boxing ring. Apparently, as a man, he wants to beat thing up so he can burn his extra testosterone. His words, not mine. Zack got up slowly, clearly still hurting from his session the day before and pulled me into his arms. “I miss you today.” His voice broke a little in my ear as his arms tightened around my body. I hugged him back with a smile and ruffled his hair before he finally put me down. He huffed angrily and fussed over his hair in the mirror. “You know I hate it when you do that!” I rolled my eyes and rubbed my nose. “Easy on the cologne big boy. It burns my nose.” It was Zack’s turn to roll his eyes.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Ten | Writing Corner

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Chapter Ten: Chocolate Chip Cookies

Zack threw himself onto the bed with a groan, completely and utterly exhausted. With a shit eating grin, I twirled around the hotel room. Dirty Dancing has been my favourite movie as long as I can remember and the cast did an amazing job to capture the spirit of the movie. Zack personally loathed watching romance movies and was bored out of his skull throughout the entire show. “Come to bed M. I’m exhausted!” Zack groaned clearly not amused by my antics. I laughed before twirling myself all the way to bed and gracefully launch myself on to the bed and Zack. He grunted in response and simply rolled me off his back, swung his arm over my body and locked me into place. I smiled and adjusted to a more comfortable position still very much so trapped in his embrace and close my eyes. My body ached all over but with a smile on my face; I fell asleep completely happy.

Waking up and starting the day was incredibly slow and stiff. The last six days of crazy activities finally caught up to us both and the only thing we desired was to sleep the day away. Zack, however, pushed me out of bed with the promise that nothing too crazy is planned for our last day in New York. “It’s pretty relaxed. You mostly just have to sit there and let the magic happen.” I moaned in response and buried my face into my pillow. Sounds great. Zack’s phone buzzed on the bedside table and he quickly rolled to his side, finally setting me free, to answer the call. Before Zack could greet the caller, they launched into a full on rant so loudly I could pick up who was speaking, Sasha. A mixture of emotions flooded my system, emotions that surprised me. Annoyance. Anger. Just why I was annoyed with the girl I’m supposed to be in love with was beyond me. Am I even in love with her? This new version of her…I sighed and rubbed my forehead as a growing headache seemed to develop at my new train of thoughts. Zack ended the call just as angry and annoyed before not so gently slamming his phone back onto the bedside table. “Well, I’m up. Do you want to get some breakfast?” Zack finally asked after a few moments of silence. I nodded before getting up and popping my joints with a few stretches. “I just quickly want to hop into the shower before we go.”

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“So what is the game plan for the day?” I asked as I took another bite of the delicious egg and cheese bread. Zack nodded indicating his mouth was full of food and he would need a minute. I nodded in response and took a sip of my coffee. Damn this café can do nothing wrong. Even the coffee tasted better than normal. “We’re going to the hair salon.” Zack simply said and without any other explanation returned his attention to the burger in front of him. If his moans were anything to go by, he was enjoying the food just as much as I was. “I could fucking marry this burger and be a happy man for the rest of my life.” Zack said with such seriousness I could actually picture the event. I laughed and couldn’t help but agree. “I could marry this coffee and never go to bed sad.” I took another sip of the coffee at this statement. “Yeah because with all that caffeine you would be to hop up to ever go to bed.” I laughed and clutched at my heart with an overdramatic gasp. “Someone is feeling sassy today!” Zack smiled proud of his newfound sassiness and stole a bite of my bread. I growled and stabbed him with my fork. Or attempted to do so but his training reflexes outmatched my skills. “I can say the same thing to you…” Zack trailed off when I shot him a filthy glare. No one steals my food.

After breakfast, we headed down the busy streets of the center of New York. Zack kept a firm grip on my back as he steered me towards the direction of the hair salon. “I do kind of need a trim. My hair is getting way too long.” I mumbled before fingering the end of my brown hair. They were split beyond the point of split and grass dry. I definitely need a trim. Finally, we arrived at the hair salon and the lady quickly swooned over Zack. The man was a fine piece of work if I would have to say so myself and every normal straight woman are going to shoot a few glances. The man of the hour tried to act like he didn’t know any better but the little half smirk playing on his lips said otherwise. I shook my head and got comfortable in the chair. The hairdresser finally recovered over the initial shock to the system at his company stood behind me and picked up my long brown hair with a frown. “So what do you want to do today?” I opened my mouth to answer but Zack beat me to the punch. “Can you do this and keep it a surprise from her?” The hairdresser leaned over, closer than necessary might I add, to see the image on his phone. She frowned and glanced at me with a clear question on her mind. “It’s okay. I trust him. Whatever he chooses is probably perfect.” Plus if he makes me look like shit I will have revenge I added in my head. Zack smiled at my response and after a few more minutes of hesitation, or a few minutes to soak up the closeness of Zack, the hairdresser nodded before moving to the back room. “Am I going to get any hints?” Zack simply shook his head and helped the shop assistant to cover the mirror. A complete surprise it is.

There was no way I would’ve ever guessed what hairdo I would be walking out of the hair salon, hours later after entering. Maybe a new cut and some highlights to break up my mousy brown hair but a shoulder-length ombré blue hairdo weren’t one of them. A stark contrast to my normal do but boy did I love it. I fingered my hair, still shocked at the color before glancing towards Zack with a big smile. The man really does know me. “I knew you would like it! Are you ready for the next stop?” I could only nod, lost for words. I always wanted to do something crazy with my hair but never had the courage to take the leap. My heart swelled at his actions and emotions I have yet to even process bloomed. Without a moment of hesitation, I took Zack’s hand and followed his lead. I’m sure whatever he has planned next is just what I want.

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My heart hammered in my chest as I watched the tattoo artist prepared the stencil. A delicate and small chocolate chip cookie. Zack settled into the seat, his hand of the choice on the armrest. Ready for his first tattoo. The idea of having a matching tattoo with Zack made my mind swirl with so many thoughts and emotions, I couldn’t even begin to understand them. I sat down next to him and held his free hand as the artist finally placed the stencil on the outer part of his wrist. The idea was if we would hold hands, the two cookies would be next to each other. Minutes later everything was prepared and ready to go. I closed my eyes at the first buzz of the machine but quickly opened them so I could watch the tattoo I would receive in a few minutes come to life. I flinched as the needles pressed into Zack’s skin and shot him a glance. The man looked completely bored and pain-free. I relaxed and watched the artist work on the small little tattoo. 30 minutes he was finished. The end result was perfect and I very excitedly swapped places with Zack. The artist cleaned up everything and replaced the needles in the gun before placing the stencil on my wrist. After testing how the two would look next to each other once we held hands, we deemed it perfect and ready to ink. The tattoo gun buzzed again and I flinched and nearly pulled my hand away at the first touch but Zack kept me in place. His firm grip on my free hand gave me enough strength that I bit through the process. It fucking hurts! The 30 minutes passed painfully slow but the finished product made my heart race and a smile to cross my face. It’s perfect. After wrapping my tattoo and instructing us both again on the aftercare of the tattoo, we paid and left. “Want to go back to the hotel and watch movies in bed?” Zack asked as we walked hand in hand, cookie to cookie, back to the hotel. “God yes.”

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Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Nine | Writing Corner

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Chapter Nine: Falling With You

Zack was the one that broke the spell. He moved away, turned to the crowd and bowed. I blinked before slowly following his lead, giving a stiff and awkward bow towards the crowd. What just happened? We moved to leave the stage before the crowd started to chant. It took my brain a few seconds to process what they were saying and I froze. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” What the hell is happening? Zack sees me as his sister. He is my brother, my best friend and someone I can always count on. There is no romantic feelings between us. Why is there suddenly romance left and right? For god sake, I’m in love with HIS sister! I paused at this, when is the last time I even spared Sasha a single thought? When is the last time she might me laugh and cry from joy? When is the last time she was remotely the same person I fell in love with? It’s not like Zack just swooped in and replaced her. I’ve known Zack the same amount of time that I’ve known Sasha. We’ve been friendly to each other over the years. A greeting here and there. Small talk in the hall. We would spike up conversation if we met in public and more. Zack would even sometimes join us for a movie when Sasha and I used to have marathons in the living room. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The crowd continued to chant, sending my mind in turmoil. I don’t want this. I love what I have with Zack. I made eye contact with Zack and frowned at his expression. It was unreadable. I had no idea what the man was thinking. The crowd continued to chant and before I could run from the stage, Zack leaned forward and pecked my lips. It was such a quick peck that my brain didn’t even process it was happening till it was already finished and Zack was leading me off the stage. I blinked in complete shock before making eye contact with Zack. In the exact same moment we exploded in laughter. And just like that all the tension and doubts just vanished as overwhelming amounts of relief flooded my entire body. I relaxed and jumped into Zack’s arms! I did it! I actually sang on stage in front of a crowd of strangers. “Thank you!”

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I groaned as Zack moved in his sleep for the sixth time in the last five minutes. The man is a restless sleeper and I could kill him for it. Knowing Zack he has this crazy adventure planned for the day but honestly I will be pretty happy with sleeping in all day. 5 days of crazy and exciting days is enough for me thank you very much. We can spend the last two days never leaving the bed and binge watch MasterChef. Zack moved again, this time rolling into my side of the bed and throwing half of his body over mine. I heaved and started to struggle under his heavy embrace. After a few desperate attempts to wiggle out underneath him failed miserably, I simply jabbed him under his rubs with my elbow which awoke him from his slumbers to say it nicely. Zack jumped up in fright pushing me behind him, fully alert and ready to fight. This pulled at my heart strings but I forced a giggle out of my throat and slapped his back. “No threat here minus my ability to breath.” Zack turned to face me, utterly confused. “You were crushing me in your sleep silly.” Very slow the words sunk into his brain and his eyes widened in relation. He laughed before falling back onto the bed. “I’m sorry. Was I moving a lot?” Zack pouted before yanking me down to his level. I shook my head and cuddled into his side. “Not at all.” I breathed out in a sigh. For a big bulky guy, Zack is so soft and warm to cuddle with. “Sarcasm?” I laughed. “Yes.”

“So what is on the agenda today? Do I get to know now or do I find out later?” I asked a few hours later once we finally started to stir as life, or well hunger, pulled us from the bed. Zack paused, his pancake hovering before his lips. He chuckled and shot me this look that screamed for-me-to-know-and-for-you-to-find-out. You know that shit eating grin with a naughty glint in his eyes. That look. “Find out later it is.” I turned my attention to my plate of food and smiled. This short week is life changing. Maybe this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. Go on one crazy adventure after another. With Zack. “Alright so after breakfast we should get dressed and head on out. I figured we can take the train till there and then afterwards you can decide what you want us to do.” I nodded and took a bite of creamy pancakes. Heaven send. “Can I guess what we’re going to do?” Zack simply hummed before stuffing his face with an entire pancake. “Concert?” No. “Theatre?” No. “A show?” Zack paused and looked up from his plate with a frown? “Is there some show you want to go see or something?” I laughed and nodded. “Dirty Dancing.” At this Zack groaned before rolling his eyes and returning his attention to his plate of food. “It’s at 9pm and they still have some tickets left. Please.” I pulled my best puppy look out. I pouted, forcing myself to cry a little and trembled my lip. Zack glanced at me, chuckled and returned his attention to his food once more. Rude. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?” I whimpered for added effect. A few moments passed before Zack finally sighed and agreed. Victory is mine! “Come on, finish. We have to be there by 1:30pm.”

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  “If you think for one single moment that I’m going to jump out of this plane with you, you’re nuts.” Zack ignored me and continued to talk to the instructor. “Come on M. Live a little. I’ve done this many times before. You’re going to love every second of it.” I simply pouted, but the man was slowly winning me over like always. “Have I steered you wrong before?” I sighed and begrudgingly settled into my seat ready for a quick lesson on the sport of skydiving. The instructor explained how everything works and how it will go before we moved on into getting the gear on us. As Zack is a professionally trained skydiver, he was allowed to jump with me. Normally average human folk attached themselves to a professional of the company but well I get to jump out of a plane attached to my best friend. Fun. I bit my lip and forced myself to take long and even breaths. My heart hammered in my chest at a painful speed as Zack tightened the gear around my body. Why am I going to do this? “Alright everything is good to go. Are you ready?” I swallowed a rock of spit before uttering a very pathetic yes. Zack simply smiled before guiding me to the golf cart that will hopefully not drive me to my untimely demise. “Trust me M.” Zack turned my head and steered into my eyes. My heart stilled and started to race for an entire different reason. That stupid kiss and Instagram captions is screwing with my brain. Don’t think about it M. He is your brother. Remember you love his sister? Unbeknown to my inner turmoil, Zack continued. “You’re going to love it. I know what I’m doing. I won’t ever put you in danger.” Slowly his words sunk through my chaotic brain and I nodded. He is right. I faced the small little plane and as the golf cart rolled to a stop, pure determination ran through my body. Let’s do this!

Zack climbed into the plane first before helping me up. We sat on the floor, greeted the pilot before we started to move down this highway. The plane turned, moved forward, building speed before the wheels left the road and we soared into the sky. My heart just stopped but with a firm grip on my hand, Zack reminded me to stay strong. You’re going to love this M. I blinked for second before Zack announced that we need to prepare everything and we should reach the ideal height in two minutes. How over ten minutes passed is beyond me. I slowly almost robotically moved towards Zack. He pulled me into a hug before spinning me around and attaching our gear together. He double checked my helmet and everything again before attaching the video camera to his arm. “Are you ready?” I couldn’t get myself to speak so I nodded. The pilot counted down and I closed my eyes as Zack moved us forward. “Remember legs and arms out.” Before I could respond, Zack hurled us out of the moving plane and I screamed my lungs out. I only stopped screaming once Zack opened the parachute and our decent down to earth slowed. That’s when my screaming turned into full blown laughter. Zack joined in. He was right. I did love every second of it.

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I was still smiling hours later as we got ready for the show. The adrenaline of the jump not quite gone yet. After calling my dad’s to share the news, which proceeded them to get a near heart attack on the phone. Apparently Daddy Dearest didn’t feel compelled to share the plan to Dad and he was everything but happy. Zack managed to smooth over the entire situation with smooth talking and changing the topic. “If we leave now, we can grab a quick bite to eat before the show.” Zack said and I simply nodded before pulling on my pants. I’m all about the pant-less life. “I’m ready when you are.” Zack rolled his eyes, grabbed his phone and wallet before ushering me out of the hotel room. “I can’t believe tomorrow is our last day here in New York. This trip has been absolutely amazing.” I paused overwhelmed with emotion. “Thank you!” Zack smiled, pulled me into his arms and pecked my forehead. “Anytime!” He paused, opened his mouth to say something but simply shook his head and hailed a taxi. “Come we have a show to watch!” I nodded and followed him into the yellow cab. What did he want to say?

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Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Eight | Writing Corner

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Chapter Eight: Perfectly Facing Fears

“Are you having a great time? Zack has been sending so much pictures! You look so amazing in all of the outfits! Oh the video of you lip synching to Selena Gomez song Hands To Myself nearly gave your dad a heart attack!” Daddy Dearest chuckled and I could picture him shake his head with a massive grin on his face. “It’s been amazing! Zack has the craziest ideas and I can’t even guess what we’re going to do next.” The man of the hour simply rolled over to his side, a deep snore escaping his chest. His face smudged with last night’s makeup. We got home in the early hours of the morning and after his performance, the boy was practically famous with the girls. “He is such a lovely man! The captions about you on his pictures is so sweet. You should go read them. It can make any old girl swoon. You know if you two are dating, you can totally tell me, right?” My mouth dropped in surprise. Wait. What? “Hold up. What did you just say?” My mind reeled but Daddy Dearest didn’t hear my confused words and continued babbling on about how cute my dress from last night was and etc. 30 minutes later, I ended the call, still incredibly confused. Wait. What? What captions and what pictures? My curiosity got the best of me and I created an account on my laptop. What is his handle again? How do I find him? Minutes passed and I have yet to even find his account, I opted for opening his Instagram on his phone. 3000hearts and 800comments. Oh holy shit. That’s insane. After tapping on all of the little icons, trying to find his profile, and possibly liking random pictures, I opened his feed. The little picture of him in his army clothes in the corner should’ve been a dead giveaway from the start. I gasped in shock.

The boy has been posting about our week a way left and right with an average of three pictures per day. He had the messy hotel room and my greasy ass knocked out on the bed. I frowned. The boy still hasn’t deleted the picture of me sleeping in his arms, covered in greasy chicken nuggets and fries. I tapped on the photo and froze when I read the caption. “I could wake up like this every single day.” He meant covered in soggy fries and soaked with grease right? I exit the picture in haste. There is so many more. A picture of me trying on wigs for the Pastel Goth look, a full on duck face in the mirror moment. I cringed. That’s ridiculously embarrassing. His caption read; “She’s beautiful without even trying.” The next picture was our selfie in the cabbie with the caption: “Those eyes can read me like a book.” Wait, is that a compliment? What the hell does these captions even mean? I continued to scroll through his feed, tapping on every picture and reading the caption. My mind reeling as the man of the hour continued to snore next to me.

A picture of me talking to Hannah at the bar. It must’ve been around the time she was throwing those pick up lines as I was all smiles and Hannah had me locked in. The caption read; “If only she would smile at me like that.” A picture of him painting my nails as I laughed at something he most likely said. His back faced the camera. Who on earth even took this picture and why didn’t I even notice it being taken? The caption read; “I would cross a dessert for this girl.” A picture of me in my pink prom dress, strutting my best pose for my Daddy Dearest. The caption read; “So utterly beautiful. She stole my breath away.” A picture of the two us dancing, he was raising me a little in his arms as I smiled down on him. He mirror my bright smile with his own. The caption read; “If only the song would never end.” Who even took this picture? A picture of me sleeping between the rose with the caption; “Her beauty rivals that of the roses she lays in.” A picture of me performing the Hands to Myself song of Selena Gomez. I gasped. Wait is that how I looked while performing? Ouch. His caption read; “I can’t keep my hands to myself but I mean I could but why would I want to?” I chuckled at that one. The boy sure is clever. His latest picture, only posted five hours ago, was of the two us in full drag. It was taken just after his performance. I was in his arms, bridal style, full of smiles. His caption read: “I tucking love you.” His phone dropped from my hands and I shook my head. No. he doesn’t mean that. Daddy Dearest words floated into my head: “You know if you two are dating, you can totally tell me, right?” We’re not dating right. He loves me like a brother? He was only fooling around in the captions. Am I just reading them wrong. I glanced at the sleeping man and sighed. Nope. I pinched my temples, desperately fighting off the growing headache. Nope. Not going to deal with this now. I dropped back into the bed and closed my eyes. Yes. Let’s take a nap.

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  “You’re out of your damn mind if you think for even one second that I will go up on that stage and sing.” Zack simply rolled his eyes and ignored my statement completely. “Come on! You full on gave the performance of a lifetime last night! What’s the different?” It was my turn to roll my eyes and shake my head in pity and the poor delusional idiot. He doesn’t even know the difference between lip synching and singing for real. I pity the fool. Zack pulled me towards the direction of the stage, adamant about his mission. The goal? Get M to sing on open mike night. I stood my ground and dug my heels into the floor. Nope. Not happening buddy. There is no way I’m going to sing in front of all of these people. Nope. In your dreams buddy. Zack turned and pouted, giving it his best puppy look. My resolve slowly melted. “Come on! I will sing it with you!” Zack continued to pout and reluctantly I agreed. Zack smiled brightly before pulling me towards the stage once more. I muttered under my breath the entire way. “What are we even going to sing?” “Perfect by Ed Sheeren.” I sighed slowly, forcing my lungs to exhale breath slowly before inhaling the same amount once more. “Fine, but if I  throw up it’s on you.” Ever since I’ve been a little girl, I suffered stage fright. Although considering last night you wouldn’t be able to tell. I hate being centre of attention. My heart starts to desperately try to escape my chest. I break out in a cold sweat and my entire body turns red. Ugly and quite obvious red rashes spread from my chest, up on my neck and turn my ears into glowing devices. My entire face turns red and my eyes start to water. My body shakes and my stomachs turns and finally, if the attention is too much, I end everything with a vomit and a faint. Zack knows this about me and yet here he is, sweet talking me into something that would spike an episode. “Just focus on me! Nothing else. There is no one in the room but us two okay.” Zack squeezed my hand and smiled. Slowly I nodded. There is no one in the room but us two. Just focus on Zack. Just focus only on him. Nothing else. No one else.

Zack handed me the mike with a reassuring smile before he nodded to the side. Seconds later the music started and my blood ran cold. Focus on Zack. Nothing else. No one else. It’s only us two. I always sing around Zack. “I found a  love for me. Darling just dive right in and follow my lead. Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet.” I smiled as Zack sang. He wasn’t the best singer out there in the world but he could keep a tune. I simply just watched Zack as he read the words in front of him. His soft curly brown hairs, now overgrown, tickled his forehead as he worked the stage. “I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.” His deep sky blue eyes twinkled under the lights. “’Cause we were just kids when we fell in love.” My eyes roamed from his blue eyes, pausing at his long eyelashes before landing on his freckled and crooked nose. “Not knowing what it is. I will not give you up this time. But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own-” My eyes landed on his lips and my breath stalled in my throat. His bright dimpled smile could light up a room. “-But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight.” At this Zack turned to face me and nodded. It’s my turn now. I swallowed my fear and waited for my cue. “Well I found a man, stronger than anyone I know. He share my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share a home-” I lost myself in the sweet melody. My fears all forgotten. It’s just us in this room. I’m just singing in front of Zack like I always do. Together we ended the song, leaning into each other as we sang through my mike: “You look perfect tonight.” I smiled out of breath and paused. I could faintly hear the cheers from the crowd, but the only thing I could see is Zack beaming in joy. My focus only on Zack. Nothing else. No one else. It’s just us two.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Seven | Writing Corner

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Chapter Seven: Valentine’s Day

I sighed and rubbed my eyes as I rolled onto my back. I arched my back and I stretched out the kinks from the previous night. Dancing for ten hours makes you ache in places you didn’t know could ache. My fingers brushed on something cool and I frowned. What? I opened my eyes and frowned. Wait. What? I picked up the flower petal and glanced around the hotel room. Is that rose petals? “Happy Valentine’s Day!” Zack squealed, popping up from his hiding place behind the couch. I jumped at his unexpected arrival and frowned in confusion. “Wait. What?” I rubbed at my eyes. Am I seeing things? “I wanted to surprise you…” Zack pouted trailing off. “It’s the day of love you know…” I shook my head before smiling at the goofball that has changed my entire life. “You’re amazing, you know that right?” Zack grinned before strutting silly poses. “Oh baby I’m more than just amazing!” I laughed before wiggling my eyebrows and picked up a handful of rose petals. “Oh and like what?” Before Zack could respond, I threw the roses to his directions. It’s floated to the bed a few inches away from my position. Guess we can’t have a rose fight. “Romantic.” Zack whispered smoothly and I rolled my eyes. “Dork!”

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  “So Rick actually set this one up.” Zack stated casually as we browsed the store. I chuckled before fingers a long curly blond wig. “I figured. He did drag a few years back.” Daddy Dearest often spoke of his drag years with great fondness. He only stopped performing regularly when his restaurants took off and he simply didn’t have the time anymore. He does whip out the wigs and glitter every few months though. “Mandy, is that you?” I squealed before sprinting into the arms of Mama. He chuckled before lifting me up from the ground and pulling me into a tight bear hug. “Oh well look at you! You look amazing, come on girl give me a trill.” Zack beat me to the punch before my feet could even touch the floor. I laughed before joining him. Zack immediately pulled me into his arms and swirled me into a circle before dipping me right into the wig showcase. I narrowly missed hitting my head. “Oops, my bad.” I shook my head before punching him. “Be gentle. I’m a lady.” Zack poked out his tongue and rolled his eyes. ‘If you say so…” Mama laughed loudly before throwing is arms over my shoulders and pulling me tight into his side. “Come on, let’s choose your outfit and Zack my dear, I hope you’re ready. You will tucking love this.” I erupted in laughter at the confused look on his face. Oh the poor boy. He doesn’t know what tuck means. Mama and I shared a look, a evil plan forming between us without any spoken words.

I was right. Zack hated every second of the tucking process. The boy screamed from the pain and Donna, Mama’s friend, and I shared a look before laughing loudly. Donna shook his head before returning his attention to my make up while Zack struggled in the loving arms of Mama in the hotel bathroom. 45 minutes later, Zack limped out in his body suit and new padded curves. “That was…” Zack shivered in fear and hugged his body. Zack fell next to me on the bed, cupping his assets with a whimper. “Alright girly! You’re finished!” Donna stated with a smile. I smiled brightly, elated to be finished before jumping up from the bed to admire his handy work in the mirror. “It looks so different! I love it! Hey Zack! Take a picture for my daddy dearest!” Zack simply just groaned before whipping out his phone to take one picture. Someone clearly isn’t in the mood. I rolled my eyes and followed Mama to the couch. Our outfits laid out. “Come on, why don’t you get dressed and then I will do your hair. We don’t have all night!” I nodded before picking up the long mermaid sequence dress. The dress was truly something of beauty with a sheer see through corset bodice and long aqua swirls of lace at the bottom. It gave the illusion or a mermaid tail thin. Beautiful beads completed the look with a scale like pattern on the dress. It’s a real mermaid dress. “Oh wow Mama, this dress is so pretty!” First it was the really puffy but pretty dress from yesterday and now this? Dressing up feels so good. Although I doubt I would ever admit that. Daddy Dearest would have a shopping trip of all shopping trips. A truly scary thought.

I glanced at Zack’s dress and smiled. It should be so interesting to see him all dressed up in the tight little number that is his dress. The red satin dress would cling to every curve of his padded body, not hiding a single dip or bump. With large wing like arms and a deep neckline, Zack would look absolutely magnificent in it. Truly Instagram worthy! I wonder what his army buddies would say if they saw him dressed to impressed in this little red number. Zack the over confident open minded boy would probably walk through the base in full drag ready to give them a show that they will never forget. His bubbly personality is so inviting and freeing, some of them would even join them I’m sure. “I chose a bat wing dress for your boy friend there to hide his big manly strong arms.” Mama answered my unsaid question before ushering me into the bathroom. “Yes that’s right! Bi strong and manly arms. Ouch!” Zack’s voice followed us into the bathroom. Donna just hushed him and I laughed. Zack is truly best friend goals.

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I jumped up from my seat as I clapped my hands. Mama pulled Zack onto the stage soon after we arrived at her place. She introduced him to the crowd of queens before she nodded her head to the DJ. The powerful voice of Sia and her oh so outstanding song of Chandelier filled the room. “Try to keep up!” Mama winked at Zack before she switched to her performance mode. She moved so gracefully, not missing a beat of the song as she crossed the stage, her sparkling golden dress following her every move. With grace she started to dance, Zack not wanting to be undone followed her lead. The boy knew the song by heart and whipped out his best dance moves. “Party girls don’t get hurt. Can’t feel anything, when will I learn.” Zack mouthed the words while dancing his heart out. “I push it down, push it down.”

The two played the push and pull act in union with the words, calling a massive cheer from the crowd. I screamed the loudest . “One, two, three, on, two, three, drink.” Zack incorporated the ballet dancing the girl did in the video after kicking his shoes off. I cheered and unlocked his phone to record the show. “I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier. I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist, like it doesn’t exist. I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry. I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier.” Zack jumped, propelling himself forward in the little split move the ballet dancers do, ripping his dress on the side. The crowd cheered at his very fully grown manly hairy legs and I simply just laughed. Oh this is gold. “And I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes.” Zack dropped to the ground and whipped his head back, doing the little dramatic dance move they do in the movie. You know where he closes his eyes with his hands and then take it down to his neck before making a X figure on his chest. “Keep my glass full until morning light, ‘cause I’m just holding on for tonight. Help me, I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes…” The song continued and Zack continued to give it his all, Mama however wasn’t one to back off from to fight and gave it her all. She owned the stage as she glided in smooth moves, twerking for the fun of it. The crowd loved every second of it. The two truly put on a once in a lifetime performance. “You were amazing!” I squealed and jumped into Zack’s arms after he stepped off the stage. Zack laughed and did the usual swirl. I giggled in his arms before fixing his wig. “Come on my favourite little lady. It’s your turn!” Oh I’m ready for this.

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