I woke up and had no idea where I was. I looked next to me. Zac was asleep, snoring softly. Their house was oddly quiet so I knew it was early, I just wasn't sure how early. I sat up and Zac stirred next to me. His eyes fluttered open.

"Hi," he said softly, smiling.

"Hey," I whispered, smiling back.

"Have a good sleep?"

I laid back down. "Good enough. Would've been better if i hadn't woken up so early."

"Well I didn't wake you up," Zac said.

"I woke up and I didn't know where I was," I explained.

"I know the feeling. I think I've slept in more hotel beds than I have my bed this year," Zac said.

I nodded sympathetically. "What time is it?"

Zac looked at his watch. "8:30."

I nodded and turned on the television.

"We just wish that people would take us seriously and not judge us by our age. People think that because we're young that we don't write our own music and play our own instruments, but we do." Zac's voice filled the house and his face appeared on the television screen.

"Turn it off," Zac complained. "I hated that interview."

"No, I'm going to torture you and make you watch it," I said. I held the remote to my stomach so he couldn't get at it.

"Oh no you don't." Zac began tickling me in hopes that I would drop the remote.

"Quit it," I laughed.

"No, not until you change the channel."

I looked up at Zac. I didn't even notice that he had me pinned underneath him.

He stared intently at me.

I closed my eyes and hoped to god he would move.

A pair of lips pressed hungrily against mine. "Please don't do this right now. I can't handle this," I thought as his lips continued to press hungrily against mine.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that," Zac said.

I opened my eyes cautiously. He was lying next to me. "Why'd you have to do that?" I asked.

"Aura, that wasn't a one sided kiss. Your lips kissed back," Zac said. "If you didn't want to kiss me, you didn't have to, I would've backed off. But since you were kissing me back I figured that was what you wanted to do. And it was, wasn't it?" Zac looked at me for an answer.

"I don't know. I didn't even know I was kissing you," I said.

"Well, if I kissed you again, would you not kiss me back this time?" Before I had time to answer, Zac brushed the hair off my face and kissed me again. I tried my hardest not to kiss him as his lips pressed against mine.

He pulled away. "You didn't kiss me." He sounded hurt and the look on his face showed that he was.

"I should go home soon." I tried to change the subject.

"Why? Are you afraid I might kiss you again? Well, don't worry, I won't," he assured me.

"Still, my mom's probably worried about me."

"Ok. You can wear my clothes if you want. I'll get your stuff back to you soon," Zac said.

I nodded and got up off the bed. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked to the door. I slipped on my shoes and turned to face him. "Bye Zac."

He smiled sadly at me and lifted his hand in a limp wave.

I turned and opened the front door. But I knew that there was one thing I had to do before I left. Before I knew what was happening, I turned around and kissed him.

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