Chapter one hundred and forty:

Zac looked up after frantically hammering out a new drum beat to see Becky quietly standing by the door with a pair of earphones over her head.

He chuckled, and she removed them. “Am I that bad?”

“No, you’re just… loud.” She smiled. “Sorry. I was trying not to interrupt, I was just curious to see what you were doing. Are you busy?”

“No, that’s okay.” He got up from the stool and crossed the room. He grabbed a towel off one of the amplifiers and dried the sweat off his face.

He leaned over and kissed her cheek trying to keep a distance between their bodies, knowing he was caked in sweat.

Becky laughed. “Ew, Zac. You’re sweaty and gross!”

He chuckled. “Yeah, well, I’ve been working hard, you know.”

“I see that. Do you feel like you’ve practiced enough?”

“Umm… yeah, I think the arm muscles have loosened up a bit.” He grinned. “My guns are locked and loaded!” He flexed proudly.

Becky laughed.

“Come on, lets get out of here. I’m sick of looking at the studio.”

Becky smiled at that. “Really? You get sick of your job?”

“Sometimes… sometimes I’d rather just hang out with you.”

“Yeah? Well, I have to admit that sometimes I’d rather you hang out with me too.”

He laughed. “Alright, well, what can we do this afternoon to have some fun?”

“Well, Christy, Jen and I were going to see a movie tonight, hopefully.”

“Hopefully?”

“Well, we had hoped to go, but I don’t think we’ll be able to go by ourselves.”

“Yeah, that’s true. There’s no bodyguard.” He led her into a small kitchen, and pulled out two cans of diet dr. pepper. He popped the tab on one and passed it to her before opening the second and taking a drink. “Maybe I can go, and we can bring Luke and Isaac, and it could be like a… triple date.”

“I guess you haven’t been talking to Luke then.” Becky leaned against the counter.

“No, why?”

“She and Luke had a fight and they stopped talking. She’s pretty pissed at him.”

“Oh man. Luke is probably crushed… Do you know why?”

Becky shook her head. “Not entirely.”

Christy walked into the kitchen. “Becky? Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure.” Becky said, slightly confused, but she followed her into the hall anyway.

“Come on, we’re going out.”

“Isaac said we could go out?” Becky asked in disbelief.

“No, but we’re doing it anyway.”

“What?” Becky asked in surprise.

“We’re just going to go. He can yell at me later.”

“Is this a good idea?”

“Probably not. But right now I don’t care. He’s showing absolutely no trust in me right now, and I’m pissed off.”

“But-“

Christy grabbed her hand, “Come on, we’ve got to get Jen.”

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