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Zach grabbed a random bottle from his fully stoked bar and carried it, a glass and the stupid leather bound book out to his favourite spot; his trampoline. He wasn’t much in the mood for jumping tonight though, but the stretchy material provided a fun and comfortable spot to hang out.  

It was one of Zach’s last nights in town, come Wednesday morning he’d jet off to France for the first show in his Heart Out tour. The anticipation of his first real worldwide tour should have been all that was on his mind, and of course he was still that odd mix of excited and nervous but that feeling was coming second to guilt tonight. He’d just come back from Harry Hailey’s apartment where he’d, somehow, successfully climbed the fire escape and broke into the boy’s bathroom window. As far as breaking and entering goes, he found it actually rather easy. A little voice popped in his head reminding him that he technically had done it before, but he pushed that away not wanting to have to relive that tonight on top of everything else. Even though the actual breaking in may have seemed simple the getting his mind off it and feeling so guilty he felt like he was drowning thing was eating him alive.

Zach squinted through the dim lighting to attempt to read what kind of alcohol he’d actually grabbed, out in his back yard he only had a few of those solar garden torches that you could probably buy from a cheap junk shop but his designer had no doubt spent hundreds on them all. Rum. Zach wasn’t really the biggest drinker around but lately he’d found himself getting more and more used to the idea of it, and so far from his tastings rum was one of his favourites. He poured a hefty amount into his tall glass of coke and sat crossed legged on the trampoline wondering just what he was going to do now. It was all the Would You Rather’s fault, he’s decision had been impossibly hard, weighing heavily on him for days.

Break into Harrison Hailey’s apartment and take his mother’s book of poetry.

Or

“Accidentally” leave a list of all of Bambi Johnson’s Pros and Cons somewhere where it will for sure be found. But, of course, making the ‘Cons’ list huge and the ‘Pros’ list one-point long.

Zach absolutely hated himself for even considering, let alone choosing, either option that had been forced upon him, but he, just like everyone else, had secrets that could be exposed if he ignored this. There were certain things not even Zach liked to admit about himself and he certainly didn’t want Violet, his friends, even his family and especially the rest of the world to find out.

With everything that had happened between Bambi and himself, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her like that. Before all the awkwardness Zach had considered her to be one of his closest friends and even if their relationship was rocky now –making a list like that, for all of the world to see and know it was him, he couldn’t do it. Some people wouldn’t understand how he could value an old friendship over doing something completely illegal and cruel. If someone wanted Harrys mother’s book so badly there had to be a reason. The frayed leather bound book sitting on the mat in front of Zach may have just looked like a book to him but he suspected to Harry it meant much, much more. Even if Zach and Harry had never really hung out or been the best of friends, he’d still seen him around and heard all about him from Miles –it sucked what he’d done to him. Zach shuddered to think what would happen if anyone ever found out about this, and not just Harry, the media, Marc, Violet, the world. Everyone would surely hate him, this wasn’t something he could just explain away either or really deny. He’d actively broken into the boy’s apartment, rummaged through his private belongings and taken something. So what if he had covered his tracks and even worn gloves, although he was checking over his shoulder every three seconds –someone could have seen him, taken a photo or videoed the entire act. Now that was a thought to make a man drink.

Now that he had the damned book he had no idea what to do with it, he refused to even think about opening it and reading even a line. He’d had to do it when he was searching for it, but only to make sure he was taking the right thing, but it was too personal now that he knew what it was and what it meant.  He could hide it in his house -but really where could he put it that someone might accidentally stumble upon it? He really, really didn’t want to carry it around with him everday, especially while he was travelling from place to place –he could lose it too easily or once again someone could find it. He was pretty sure it was against whatever twisted rules there were, to send it back to Harry or even break back into his apartment and hopefully return it before Harry noticed it was missing. Running out of options he decided he would hide it in his car, it was perfectly really, no one would even be in his underground garage while he was on tour and it would be safe from anyone’s prying eyes until he got back and he could properly make a decision on what to do with it.

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