It's Always Been You

Same Way Part 19

"Blake why would you punch her?" He didn't seem mad just fed up.

"I'm so sorry, I couldn't hold it in anymore and I should've controlled myself." I explain.

"You're not sorry. You got her good." He chuckles a little.

"Excuse me sir?" I'm confused now. "Aren't you going to send me home or? What's my punishment?"

"Punishment? For punching Kendra? Do you know how long she's had that coming? I'm just glad it wasn't one of the guys then it would've been a lot harder to clean up." He chuckles again.

"But she's your niece." How can someone hate their own niece?

"So in other words I've dealt with her far longer than any of you. I'm not going to punish you Blake. Majorly." He grins.

"Give me whatever I'll take it."

"You have to clean the tour bus bathroom for the rest of the tour." He tells me.

I sigh but don't protest, "alright that's fair. Thank you so much."

"No problem kid, my suggestion don't do it again." He winks.

"I won't promise." I smile and he walks off. I walk back into the dressing room. Kendra's sitting at one of the mirrors stuffing more tissues up her nostrils. Zach's standing over her but he turns around when I walk in.

He walks over to me and grabs my arm hard and pulls me to the side. "Blake what the hell?"

"She was talking shit and I've had enough of it." I tell him.

"Could you really be so selfish. I mean she says a few bad things about you and you punch her?"

"She wasn't even talking about me!" Shit ugh.

"Who was she talking about then?" He asks.

"Doesn't matter but she-"

"No Blake who was she talking about?" He presses.

"You, she was talking about you." I sigh.

"What could she have said to make you punch her about me?" He asks.

"Zach you don't want to know. Especially if you're going to go kiss her again."

"I don't think I can." He looks over at her and back at me. He grabs my hand and I wince. "Hey are you okay?" He examines my hand.

"Yeah hurts like a bitch but it was worth it." My knuckles are already starting to swell.

"You need to put ice on it." He walks me over to the freezer still holding my hand gently. He pulls a water bottle out of the freezer. "I like them cold after the concert." He shrugs and places it over my hand.

I wince again and nod. "Thanks, you got something to wrap it in? Don't want it to burn me."

He looks around. "Um... Here follow me." He grabs my not hurt hand and walks me out of backstage. He takes me to his dressing room. "Here." He grabs a t-shirt and wraps it around the bottle and puts it back on my hand.

"That works, better than the sweaty one you've got on." I laugh.

"Yeah Kendra would've flipped if I had given it to you in there." He says.

"Why do you still care what she thinks?" I go to lean against the opposite wall they were on earlier. I push the image from my mind.

"I guess I shouldn't, and I'm sorry about earlier. Everything happened to fast she came in here and I was just overwhelmed." He rambles.

"I get it remember when I dated Luke?" I refer to our friend from home, the one I called during truth or dare. He nods. "Well I don't think I ever told you this but a couple of months after he broke up with me I ran into him after school and he cornered me. Not it like a threatening way," I add when I see the concern on his face. "But we ended up kissing but I didn't want to date him again."

"Why not though? I know you still liked him for a while."

"Yeah but he wasn't ever good for me. He was always thinking about himself first and didn't care about me."

"Is that why you haven't dated many people since?" He asks.

"Yeah and I've had you who needs a boyfriend when I have to take care of you." I joke and he laughs a little but his smiles falters. "What?"

"Kendra said something when I told her you saw her with that guy." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Kendra says a lot of shit whatever she said I'm sure it's not true." I wave it off, she'll say anything to make me sound bad.

"She said that you were lying because you liked me." He looks up at me.

I feel my cheeks burn but I compose myself, "and you believed her?" I try to laugh it off

"Not then of course not."

"But you do now?" I'm honestly scared. I don't want things to change, because judging by the way he's talking right now he definitely doesn't feel the same way.

He walks towards me. I can't back up because my backs already against the wall. He's standing only a couple of inches away, "should I?"

I try not shake my head no but I can't move. I can feel his breath on my face he's so close. "No-no." Is all I can manage.

"And why not?" He places his hands on the wall above my shoulders.

"You're my best friend Zach I-" he puts one of his fingers on my lips. He moves it so it traces my jaw and comes back to my chin. He slides his hand under my chin and tilts it towards him. "Zach-"

He silences me with his lips. His other hand cups the other side of my face. My hands find their way to his hair. Goosebumps rise on my skin as our lips move together. I breath him in as his tongue slides across my bottom lip. I feel his body move closer to mine as we press up against the wall. I rise on my tip toes to reach him better and he slides his hands under my thighs. He lifts me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist.

We pull apart but he still has me pressed against the wall, "Zach why did you-?" I leave the question open.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while." He admits.

"You-you have?" I stutter, I'm still not able to process what just happened. Zach just kissed me. The boy I have been best friends with for seven years just kissed me.

"Since the first night we came to LA, when you couldn't sleep so you came to me and we fell asleep together. I loved the feeling of you in my arms. I tried to push the thought away but everytime we made contact after that it was different. I couldn't ignore it anymore. It's always been you Blake."

"I felt the same way." I admit. He kisses me again. Less passionate this time but still with force. I wanted his tongue in my mouth again. I want to keep his hands around my waist forever with my hands in his hair. But he sets me down. "We need to go. Your fans are probably wondering where you are." I sigh and look down. He lifts up my chin and moves a piece of hair behind my ear and he grabs my hand. We walk out the door, it was still pouring rain so there were way less fans. We run through the rain like earlier with our hands still interlocked. It just means a little more now.