Wish we were older.

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Recently Xiomara had not been pleased with her sleeping arrangements. Either she was an insomniac or the bunks were not comfortable. Used to being in a comfortable bed she had not gotten quite used to it. She freshened up in the bathroom, applying a new coat of eyeliner and lip gloss. Brushing her hair to make it look nice. She was not doing this for anyone but herself, besides she was still in her party outfit. She did not feel the need to change because she was just going to end up in pajamas later. She wanted to check into a hotel so she could get some work done and so that she could have a good night’s sleep for once. The party had been exciting but she had not seen anyone worth talking to. In fact, she had been quite bored. Of course it was a party only for the tour staff and managers so it had not been a real party after all. At least it was not any fun without some of the band members. Though the party had ended and Xiomara succeeded on not getting intoxicated. She did not like drinking that much anyway so it was not hard for her to say no. No in fact was her favorite word. She used it so frequently and had she not people would walk all over. Some tried and failed miserably. Xiomara was a petite girl who happened to be a manager of a band. People tried to walk all over her for that reason, she always got offers for the band. Some she turned down because she knew what was best for her band, if the opportunity was not big enough then why get her band involved? There were bigger offers that would take her band places, that is what she thought anywho. Xiomara walked out the bathroom grabbed her dufflebag and her purse and headed off the bus. She walked down the street trying to wave down a cab which she failed miserably at. Almost giving up a cab stopped and she got in and directed him to the nearest hotel. After arriving she took a great notice to her surroundings, the hotel was lovely and she would have to check into a big enough room.

She did not want to check into a small room even though it was just her. Paying the driver and then heading off into the hotel, Xiomara was astonished by the design. A smile planted on her face as she headed towards the counter to check in. She did not want to be lonely here so when she checked in she would text or call one of her good friends. Walking up to the counter to what seemed slow motion, she checked in and headed off to her room. The elevator ride was a tad creepy despite the fact the elevator music was just horrid to listen to but also the creepy guy who had not stopped staring at her since she had gotten on. When his floor finally arrived she was quite relieved. She was used to guys staring at her but not a fifty year old father figure. When her floor arrived she stepped out slowly as if she needed to take in everything. She looked at the number and headed off to her room, slowing inserting the key card for effect. She entered the room and it smelled like smoke but it was okay because she was going to end up smoking anyway. Hence why it was a smoking room in the first place. Standing there for quite some time she threw her bag on the bed and closed the door making sure to bolt it as well. She headed to where the television was and plopped down on the couch turning the television on. She let out a sigh as she clicked through channels finding nothing of her interest. But soon she landed upon American Dad, one of her favorite shows. After a while she pulled her iphone out of her bag and began to text Zane, “Just checked into a hotel. Extremely bored, come find me. Room #892.” She threw her phone aside knowing Zane wasn’t going to text her back. And if he did not come then it was just his lose.

She leaned her head back and thought about taking a shower or a nice hot bath. She would have done it now if she had not texted Zane to come find her. She did not want to be in a bath when he came if he did anyway. If he texted her back it meant he was not going to come so then she would know whether she could bathe or not. She needed one badly, it helped relieve the stress the tour was causing. She got phone calls left and right, she had to make sure the members were awake in time because if not they could miss a photoshoot or a gig. They never missed a gig unless something happened with the bus or a few band members were acting up. As in drunk or just nowhere to be found. Luckily it was a little later in the night so she did not have to worry about phone calls from the tour staff or potential photoshoots for the band. She could relax which is the reason she had come, in a few minutes she would go about turning off her phone to avoid any calls from anyone. If it was important they would call her back in the morning. When being bothered would not bother her as of now she needed to relax. Xiomara kicked off her shoes and threw her beret on the bed and laid down with a blanket on the couch. As soon as she got comfortable she realized she would need to order some room service but she would wait for that. Just in case Zane came and wanted something to eat. She was pleased with the size of her room, it was not a penthouse or anything but it was a suite.

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STATUS: Finished. Sorry I deleted it last time.
TAGGED: Zane
WORDS: 1,019
OUTFIT: Here
LYRICS: Circa Survive
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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zane had just got back from getting his tattoo done and he had starbucks with him. his plan was to go to sleep after drinking the beverage. zane took a long hot shower, using all the hot water again. his bandmates would most likely be furious with him. too bad he didn’t care, they could yell at him all they wanted, it wasn’t like he was going to actually listen to one word they were saying. he did that often, he’d zone out and think about something else and when they stopped and asked if he was listening to them, he’d just nod. though he hadn’t heard a word they were saying. he tended to do that most often, he didn’t like when people yelled at him for pointless things. for instance, using up all the hot water. it was inconsiderate and rude but he obviously didn’t give a fuck. if they wanted a hot shower they could go over to someone else’s bus or wait patiently for it to become hot again. after his long hot shower and the entire bathroom was filled with steam, he got out and dried himself. wrapping the towel around his waist, and walking into the hallway so he could grab some clothes.

zane examined his tattoo then pulled out the ointment and applied it on his fresh tattoo on his wrist. it didn’t hurt yet and he was hoping it wouldn’t hurt ever. he rubbed his fingers over the raise skinned making sure the ointment was evenly distributed it. after rubbing it in he crawled into his bunk making sure his towel stayed on him then he laid down in his bed and threw the towel in the corner of the bunk, he wrapped himself in the blankets and proceeded to fall asleep but with his luck, that may or may not have been possible. he closed his eyes and slowly went into a deep sleep, his thoughts faded away and his mind emptied out. he loved sleeping it relieved him most of the time, it usually put him into a good mood. with luck, he’d be able to sleep a lot longer than he intentionally planned for. after about thirty minutes of sleeping, his phone vibrated, he flinched then groaned. for a minute he ignored it and tried to fall back to sleep but he was already awake. he wiped his eyes and put his towel back around his waist, getting out of his bunk.

he read the text which was from xiomara and she only ever texted him when she needed or wanted something. when she stated she was at a hotel and she wanted him there with her, his mind raced in thoughts of what she truly wanted. she definitely didn’t just want his company unless she just really honestly wanted to talk to him. it wasn’t likely but whatever, he’d see what she wanted. he didn’t bother to reply to it and instead he decided to get dressed. he went to the bathroom and fixed his hair, the way he liked it. finding an outfit wouldn’t be too hard and within minutes he was fully dressed and ready to leave. he quickly grabbed his phone off his bed and headed out the bus making sure to lock the door behind him. xiomara hadn’t exactly given him any directions so he was on his own, but he assumed the building had at least eight floors since she was obviously on the eighth floor. he hailed a taxi and told him to drive to the nearest hotel. as he got out and tipped the driver, he headed into the massive hotel.

he slowly approached the concierge desk and the guy looked shocked at first but then his shock turned into a normal apathetic expression. “is anyone by the name of xiomara caesar, staying here?”

[/b] the guy searched the computer, ‘yes she’s in room 892’, the concierge handed him a key card. zane nodded and headed off to the elevator, he got into the elevator and for a long time he was alone. but soon, as he got to the fourth floor, where the pool was located, a huge family piled in. not huge as in many people but as in fat family and for awhile he was squished against the wall and their fat was touching him. he groaned and soon enough they got off and he could breath. soon enough he got off and headed towards xiomara’s room, he stuck the key card in the door and walked in slowly, closing the door behind him. at first he couldn’t find her but then he heard the tv so he headed off into that direction and sure enough she was laying on the couch. he jumped over the back of the couch and landed on her but not too hard to hurt her. “you wanted me?”[/b] he sat up but he was still sitting on her and he honestly didn’t care to get off of her. and it would take a lot of force to move him off, he looked up and watched tv with her, acting as if she wasn’t exactly under him.

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Xiomara's eyes fixated on the television, her attention was solely on it. Nothing else could grab her attention without it being a huge distraction. She was finally feeling as if her life did not revolve around the tour. Everything she did she felt as if she did it for the tour. Her life was basically gone. She missed the old days when she was not managing a band. When her youth was still there, now she felt older than she should be. She was only nineteen but she already felt in her late twenties. She barely went clubbing because she did not have the time. She wanted her life back. She concluded she would start going clubbing more often. Xiomara grabbed her phone and turned it off so she would not receive any texts or calls. She did not feel like being bothered right now or even at all. Peace and quiet was lovely. The only sound was coming out of the television and she truly wished it was like that, all the time. But it was not and it would not ever change. Until, she at least quit the tour and did something else with her life. She did not know what she was going to do after the tour was over. She would obviously still be the manager of the band but she would have more of a life. Though going back to denver would be her least favorite thing to do. Specifically because it was cold but hopefully the tour would end around the spring and it would have warmed up. Though, Colorado was infamous for having blizzards in the middle of august so maybe the season did not really matter. Nonetheless she wanted to see her mother, she missed her greatly. They had not directly spoken since the beginning of the tour and maybe she was just too attached to her mother. But unlike some she wanted to stay in direct contact with her family at all times. Family was and always would be the biggest aspect in her life regardless. Xiomara also missed her older brother, Caleb. He had gone on with his life and they had not spoken for months but she missed him. The feeling, she knew however was not mutual. At least she wished it was, they were not ever that close. He was also gone and she was always gone with her friends.


Her brother probably did not actually care about her anymore, he never really did. The thought made her upset but she was not going to let some silly thoughts ruin her mood. The sudden churning of her stomach hit her quick; she got up and ran to the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach. She was not still bulimic and it was not forced on. She had been feeling really sick lately and she did not know why. Lately she had been hanging over the toilet bowl, she was becoming worried about her own health. There were endless possibilities as to what was going on in her body. One could be that she had food in her system that her body did not like. But the likes of that were slim because she would not be feeling sick still. Being pregnant was another option but she could not begin to think about that. Though it made a lot of sense, she was always hungry and thirsty, she felt sick and she was gaining weight. The thoughts made her sicker and again she emptied the contents of her stomach, she wiped her mouth with toilet paper and flushed it then washed her face to remove any of the debris. Xiomara lifted up her dress and looked at her stomach in the mirror, she hated the thought that something could be growing inside of her. She left the bathroom and laid back on the couch, snuggling with her blanket and closing the thoughts out of her brain. Her thoughts then swarmed to when the last time she had unprotected sex, she was not a whore so it would not be hard to guess who the father was. If she was pregnant that was. The last time she had unprotected sex was with Zane, for some reason he did not like condoms. For whatever reason. It did not concern her because sex was better without protection. Xiomara got up and got water because she was still feeling a bit nauseous. Her head was spinning and it felt like the room was spinning around her. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and ignored the feeling to go throw up again. She turned off the television for a few moments so she could get peace and quiet. Soon the whole episode was over and she felt a little better so she turned the television back on and went about watching it again.


She was still feeling a bit queasy but she ignored the feelings and kept her focus on the television screen. Her eyes slowly started to close but then she heard footsteps. She did not lift her head up and when someone sat on her she realized it to be Zane. A smile appeared on her face when he spoke but she did not initially answer to him. Instead she waited a few moments before she even looked him directly in the eyes. She tried to slide from under him but failed. He weighed more than she did obviously. She grunted, "Zane get..get off." she squirmed under him. Eventually she gave up and she was happy he came. Soon enough she slid from under him and leaned against him. She was not throwing herself at him she just felt protected when he was around and especially when she was close to him. She looked up at him but then turned her attention back to the television. Xiomara's thoughts turned to Zane. She was falling for him and she really did not want to because he was just such an asshole sometimes and she was always fighting or arguing with him. Her leaning on him would probably end in him pushing her off. She let out a low sigh as her thoughts overcame her once again. If she really was pregnant she would not know what to do. She was still a teenager and if she was her life would end. Her whole life then would be dedicated to her child. She would have no freedom after it was born. She kept her fingers crossed in hopes she was not. She needed to start taking more precautions. "So Zane, what have you been up to?" then she realized she had not answered his other question. "I was lonely and you are like the only person I feel like talking to." She bit her bottom lip and hoped she did not sound like she wanted him here. He did not need the satisfaction of knowing that.

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STATUS: Finished.
TAGGED: Zane
WORDS: 1,157
OUTFIT: Here
LYRICS: Circa Survive
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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zane was really tired and he didn’t know why he even came to see her in the first place. all he wanted to do was sleep but that now wasn’t even possible because he wasn’t going to fall asleep now. xiomara clearly had wanted him here with her so the last thing he was going to do was fall asleep while he was here. though sleeping sounded so good right now. when she squirmed under him and told him to get off he did just that and moved her feet and sat on the couch. his attention directed to the tv screen in front of him. he wasn’t that interested in watching tv, honestly all was on his mind was the bed and getting some sleep. he wiped his eyes and yawned as he stared at the tv but he wasn’t watching it. he should of thought twice about coming to see xiomara, maybe she was lonely and just needed his company. or maybe she was horny and she wanted his sex but if he recalled, she told him specifically she didn’t want his sex anymore. was it because she was afraid of getting an std or maybe she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she wanted his sex. girls were too complex for his life style.

they always said one thing and meant the other and then they’d get mad when you didn’t realize that. guys were straight up and they’d tell you exactly what they wanted and they’d tell you what was on their mind without beating around the bush like girls did. girls just always made things so difficult, in his opinion. they were always pmsing but surprisingly he got along well with most girls. maybe because he had that charm or something. whatever it was, girls always wanted to be around him and sleep with him. maybe that was just his ego talking but he was sure it wasn’t just his ego. otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten laid so many times. most would expect him to strike out somewhere but the thing was he didn’t always chase after girls. if he did he chased after the girls who wanted him as well. again his ego was speaking but chances were a girl wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to sleep with him. zane preferred the unprotected sex and obviously it was bad because there was the risk of getting stds and the such. the only difference was he preferred virgins, why you may ask? they were always so tight and that couldn’t be comfortable. but whores on the other hand were loose and honestly there was no pleasure in it. so his risk of getting an std was low.

getting a girl pregnant was also the least of his worries. he had luck even though he never used condoms. he relied on the girl to be taking birth control. but usually that wasn't the case. he just ended up lucky. him and a bunch of girls always had pregnancy scares but they never ended up pregnant. sex wasn't a bad thing in his mind. and he had assumed that's why xiomara had texted him to come in the first place. though she had said she wouldn't have sex with him again. it was a lie in his opinion. when she leaned against him he wasn't surprised and he kind of smiled and let her. she must have felt like he was some kind of protector. he was protective over her and a lot of other girls. it was like a habit of his. he didn't choose to be protective over them. it was automatic, anyone he cared about and who was close to him, he was protective over. when she asked what he had been up to he groaned before he decided he'd answer. "i was sleeping, you woke me up." he didn't mean to make her feel bad because he said it with annoyance which he didn't mean to. "be honest though, why did you really want me here?"

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maybe she was being truthful but he begged to differ. "i know why you want me here so don't lie to me." again his ego was raging. but how couldn't he have an ego when everything his ego was feeding off was true. his hand went to her hair as he pulled a piece out then he twirled his fingers in her hair. he knew her well enough to know that made her hormones rage. it was a weird thing but he was obviously trying to fuck with her. he kept playing with her hair, then he tucked it behind her ear. some may say he was trying to get laid but he wasn't directly doing that. if this little thing turned into sex then so be it. it wasn't his intention; he was just teasing her like he had always done. "so how is your boring life going? oh right you don't have one."[/b] a smirk came to his face again he was only fucking with her. zane scooted away from xiomara just in case she decided to hit him or something. she hadn’t ever hit him but he was really provoking her lately. his teasing probably made her think he liked her or something. he did but not in a relationship type. sex was the only thing he ever wanted from her and that’s all it ever would be. at least he thought it would be that way.
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After a little while her nausea disappeared and she was grateful for that. She did not want to run to the bathroom every five minutes especially when she had Zane over. Luckily the water she was downing made her feel a lot better. She planned to go see a doctor soon just in case she was having some health issue. When he mentioned she had woke him up a frown formed on her face. “I am sorry.” She was, she had not known he was sleeping and if she had she would not have texted him. She was not being selfish though it was not like she intended to wake him up. She just wanted some company that she did not have. Her original plan had been that she would come over to the hotel and tell no one where she was, turn off her phone and just have a relaxing day all by herself. The plan had since changed since she had invited Zane over. “I did not know you were sleeping. You must be tired.” Her voice cracked a little and she was not familiar with why. She chewed on her bottom lip as she looked at him as she thought. “You can sleep here if you want.” She offered him the option because she knew how grumpy he was when he had not slept. Especially when he was woken up before the time he intended. She knew from previous experience that he hated being woken up. And waking him up when he was tired was a huge mistake. He had rage like no other. Xiomara used to believe he was bipolar because his mood changed so easily. But after getting to know him quite well she learned it was because he was just an angered boy.

She was always curious as to why he was just so angry most of the time. Truthfully she was scared to ask him, maybe it was something he did not want to talk about and asking would anger him. Keeping her curiosity in side was a huge burden. Her curiosity ran wild and she honestly was curious as to it. She assumed she would find out sooner or later so she did not ask, no matter how hard it was. He spoke again and he wanted to know, exactly, why she called him here. Zane was someone she desired most of the time, she absolutely adored being around him, hearing his voice, kissing him and obviously having sex with him. But she did not want to flatter him so she figured out what she could say without making it obvious. “Because I adore your company.” She would add on to it. “And because you are the only person I want to talk to.” She was not telling the complete truth and he deserved the complete truth. However she was not going to bluntly tell him anything else. He would figure that out later by her actions, until then he would have to wait until it happened. Maybe Zane was smarted than she thought. Knowing him he had already figured out why she wanted him here. Again she was not about to be blunt about it. She would rather save the embarrassment that he would cause, he would tease her resulting in her blushing. Something she did not want. Xiomara stretched out and then cuddled back into a ball close to Zane. She was still leaning against him and surprised he had not pushed her off yet. Zane was an asshole but he was not that big of a one.

When she pulled out a piece of her hair, she did not exactly feel it. But when he twirled her hair around his finger it kind of triggered her hormones. She was not sure if he was aware of what that did to her but she was sure he did. Since he had done it many of times before and he always got a reaction out of her. Xiomara bit down on her bottom lip and looked into his eyes then she looked away. His comment shocked her a little because for a second or two she actually thought he was serious but then realized at the smirk, he was only kidding. “The life I actually have is going okay, I miss my old life a little. You know when we were back at home and not actually touring. When I was not a manager of a band. I miss it but I love touring as well.” She rambled then stopped when she realized what she was doing. When he scooted away she frowned, she liked being close to him. Xiomara crawled onto his lap and faced the direction of the television. She was only sitting on him and she acted like she really was not. He had sat on her earlier so it was okay for her to sit on him now. She tied her hair up so he could see the television if he wanted to. Xiomara then began to scratch her legs and she whined a little because the leggings were making her itch. She got off Zane and went to the bathroom to remove her tights and all her jewelry because it was bugging her like mad crazy. She wanted to be comfortable and she was not at the moment. When she was done she was only wearing her dress and she felt better then she went back to the couch and sat on Zane. She leaned back against him and started playing with his hair, which was getting really long. He clearly did not want to cut it.

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STATUS: Finished.
TAGGED: Zane
WORDS: 941
OUTFIT: Here
LYRICS: Circa Survive
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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zane wasn’t concentrated at all, his attention was all over the place. he felt high but he really wasn’t, he was just extremely tired. he hated being woken up but xiomara was worth it, if it had been anyone else he probably would have flipped the shit on that person. he closed his eyes for a minute or two as he debated on whether going back to sleep was a good idea or a bad idea. he didn’t come over here to see xiomara to just end up going to sleep. a low sigh escaped his lips as he debated on what he would do. he looked around the suite and then realized how nice it was. it wasn’t small and it wasn’t incredibly huge. it looked really relaxing and he went to the fridge and grabbed a monster energy drink. he would have choose a beer if he hadn’t been so tired. monster energy drinks gave him the boost he needed plus they were completely and utterly delicious. he couldn’t resist them if they were around. though he usually choose hard liquor over a monster any day. he just didn’t want to get drunk at the moment because he actually wanted to be sober for a day.

“it’s fine,” he didn’t look at her instead he just kept drinking his energy drink. the only downside was that they didn’t work that fast. “naw, this will wake me up,” he shook the can and then sat it down on the table and looked over at here. she looked a bit upset, he stared at her for a few moments. “xiomara, it’s fine,” he reassured her. his attention then turned back to the tv even though he was obviously not interested in it. for some odd reason, zane didn’t like watching tv all the time, he got bored with it. and whenever he wanted to watch it there was nothing on. but when his band mates were watching it all the good shows came on and they didn’t want to change the channel. so when he was on the tour bus, he spent most of his time fighting over a remote. fighting over a remote seemed childish but when zane wanted to watch a tv show, he was going to watch it. regardless of who was watching the tv first and regardless if that meant he had to tackle someone to the floor for the remote. whatever it was he was going to get to watch his show.

zane shifted in the seat because he was getting uncomfortable and maybe it was because he wasn’t interested in the tv and he was acting as if he was. he took the remote from xiomara and flipped through the channels and he stopped when he found mtv. he enjoyed most of the shows that appeared on mtv. what made him curious was why they called mtv, music television. because there weren’t any shows that came on mtv that had to do with music. maybe making the band but that was about it and no one watched that piece of shit anyway. and if they did, they mustn’t have a life, that’s the way he saw it, personally. a smile appeared on zane’s face when xiomara gave reason to why she wanted him here. some may think he was smiling because of his unusually large ego but he was being sincere this time. his smile was a smile of happiness, he never thought in a million years xiomara would admit to such a thing but she had today. “i knew it,” there was his infamous ego speaking again. zane picked up his energy drink and took another sip from it. the monster was somewhat working and he was slowly waking up and feeling a bit more active.

when xiomara didn’t hit him he was again surprised, he had expected her to hit him for his comment. “you met me on this tour, how wonderful, right?” he ran his fingers through his long hair. he didn’t realize until now exactly how long it was. he didn’t pay much attention to the length of his hair. zane didn’t want to get his hair cut for many reasons, one being he liked how long it was and he didn’t want some stylist to mess it up. if he was going to cut his hair, he’d do it himself. without further notice xiomara sat in his lap, almost making him drop the can that was in his hand. he smirked and took another drink from his energy drink, when she got off of him and went somewhere he was curious as to where. but he didn’t think much of it, he just kept his focus on the tv screen. when xiomara sat back on his lap he moved uncomfortably under him because she had sat on his dick. it didn’t hurt but it was just weird he didn’t like when unnecessary pressure was put on it. then again he was just being a guy.

when xiomara leaned back on him and started playing with his hair he couldn’t help but get a bit turned on. he poked her sides because he knew she was ticklish, he smirked and put his head on her shoulder and breathed on her neck, then began kissing her neck slowly but kissing hard on it. he was planting a hickey, was he saying she was his? no, he just wanted to let people know he had been there. she’d probably have to wear a scarf to hide it but he didn’t see where that would be a problem. he then sucked on her neck then bit down on it hard and sucked on it a bit more. zane ran his fingers across the hickey, he smirked. he wasn’t satisfied, he’d do more to her, just not yet. he enjoyed teasing her, zane was and always would be a huge tease.

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Xiomara was quite glad that she had decided to text Zane to come accompany her. However she had not expected him to actually come. She was pleased that he had come and she had many thoughts on her mind. Many that were not related to anything at the moment. Her thoughts went to back home which she missed dearly. She missed her mother basically because her mother spoiled the hell out of her as well as her father. However spoiled she was she was not a spoiled brat, she did not always get what she wanted. People always told her no and she accepted it without causing a huge scene over it. Xiomara missed her brother more than anything even though they rarely spoke to each other. The fact that she could not see him every now in then kind of upset her. Her brother was way too busy in his own life to deal with his little sister. Xiomara did not quite mind it because she had her own life and her own life was quite busy in the first place. And she did not have much time for family anymore. She was always doing one thing or another, work-related. When she finally had free time to herself she wanted to spend it with her friends so she could have a social life. Her mother and father scolded her for it because they thought that time should be spent with her family. They both had different views, she did not want to grow up and be alone her whole life. Hence the reason she went out and partied with friends when she had the time rather than spending that time on a family dinner. Her family was not close knit, they actually were more distant than anyone could imagine.

Usually families were close together but not her family, they never actually sat at a table and ate dinner. When her mother cooked dinner everyone would come downstairs, grab a plate and go back into their rooms and close the door to their rooms. She rarely ever saw any of them because her mother and father worked extensive hours. Xiomara was nineteen she clearly did not live with her mother any more but in the past that’s how it was. Xiomara could walk into the kitchen of her parent’s house and no one would speak to each other. A very uncomfortable situation because they all acted like they were strangers to each other. Her family was clearly awkward but she did not have to worry about them anymore because they barely spoke now any ways. She did not see the point in trying to be with her family when they were just all strangers to each other. Her mother spoiled her but that was for different reasons, that was clearly to make her come around them more often. Buying her things could not make her come closer to you. You actually had to be around most of her life for her to want to see you. When your parents are not around most of your life and when you have finally grown up and all of a sudden they want to start a relationship with you, it just does not work that way. “Oh shut up you, egotistical jerk.” She rolled her eyes but she was only joking with him. She never truly got mad at Zane because he was so angered. And she did not want to lost a friend over a joke. Zane was stubborn and trying to get him to be your friend once you lost him as a friend was hard.

Her eyes narrowed on his face when he commented about how she met him on this tour. He was right, it was great but would she admit to such a thing? Hell no. “Yes Zane it’s oh so wonderful.” She made it seem as if she was being sarcastic but she was really being serious. Letting Zane know that would make his head blow up because of the extensive ego he possessed. She definitely did not need to feed his ego. Xiomara suspected she was the only girl that did not feed his ego and tried to make him feel great about himself. She was probably the only girl that sometimes played hard to get. She had seen females throw themselves at Zane all the time. Sometimes she could not help but be jealous but she would never admit to such a thing. Xiomara got comfortable in Zane’s lap and she was not going to move unless he forced her off. Without any notice, Xiomara could feel Zane breathing on her neck which made the hairs on her neck stand up a little. When he began kissing her neck, she tilted her head to the side a little so he could get easier access. It took her everything she had not to let out a moan. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep that from escaping her, though a moan was forming in her throat. She let go of her lip and a quiet moan escaped her lips. When he was done she suspected he had planted a hickey on her neck. She absolutely hated how he teased her and always left her wanting more. Xiomara turned her head slightly and started kissing on Zane’s jawbone and she nibbled on it for a little then she turned his head a little so she could kiss his lips passionately. Her mind was racing a little and she did not know what she was doing. It was not like she was doing something she had never done with him before.

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STATUS: Finished.
TAGGED: Zane
WORDS: 945
OUTFIT: Here
LYRICS: Circa Survive
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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even though zane was a huge tease he hated when girls teased him. he liked doing the teasing and hated when they teased him. if a girl teased him however he wasn’t going to get turned off by it, he just didn’t like it. because then he’d have to chase after the girl and zane usually didn’t chase after a girl. girls chased after him, he didn’t need girls to chase after him either though. he’d be fine without them, well maybe that was a slight lie. he only needed girls for sex, that’s all he saw girls good for. maybe cooking and cleaning as well but the point was that he didn’t like girls to tease him nor did he like to chase after one. if a girl ever wanted anything from him rather than sex, he’d just cut loose from them. he did one night stands and that was about it. half the time, he hadn’t know the girl long enough before he met her insides. but that was the whole point of one night stands, you weren’t supposed to usually ever see them again. it was a one night thing that meant nothing to either of you.

countless times had girls thought one night stands meant something. it never did and having sex with him usually meant nothing to. the only way you could really find out if you meant something to him was actually going up and asking him. because otherwise you’d never know because he wasn’t the type of guy to show his feelings or tell you his feelings. he’d rather keep his feelings to himself. that’s just the way he was, no changing it. few girls meant something to zane, very few. maybe three girls or so actually accounted for something in his life. the rest could probably die in a freak accident and he wouldn’t give a shit. maybe he was just heartless and only gave a shit about a few people. he only cared about a select few because those people only ever meant anything to him. and his whole trusting issues, they factored into that. if you ever wanted his trust you actually had to know him for quite some time, on good terms, of course. his trust was hard to get and hard to maintain, you had to watch every little thing you did, if not you risked losing it.

though people never really worked at getting his trust because it was pointless. chances are the only people he’d ever trust are the people he sees everyday for long periods of time who care to talk to him. he trusted his band mates for the most part but it wasn’t a deep trust. he barely trusted them but he trusted them enough, he trusted his sister in a way. not completely but for the most part he did, why didn’t he trust her completely? because she lied to him all the time, she was a genuine liar. she lied to his face and they were bad lies, he usually called her out on them but on some cases he didn’t. he just valued the fact she was lying to him. though as of lately, he didn’t usually believe a word she said. simply because she had lied to him so many times that her credibility sucked, he couldn’t listen to her tell him something, without thinking she was lying. that wasn’t his problem but if she wanted him to believe something she said, she better start telling the truth. but for the most case that wouldn’t happen so he’d just have to think everything she says is a lie before he actually believed it.

xiomara calling him an egotistical jerk made him smile and not mad because he was both and he wouldn’t deny it. he had the world’s largest ego and he was a jerk, but personally it was beyond jerk. “well thank you,” he played with a piece of her hair. again she spoke and he laughed a little, the way she was being so sarcastic, he couldn’t tell whether she was serious or if she wasn’t. he hated when he had to figure a girl out. it took too much time out of his time and in some cases he could never figure them out. though right now he knew exactly what xiomara wanted from him, she at least wanted to make out with him but chances are it’d turn into sex like it always had. but maybe it would be them kissing and that’d be it, in all hopes, he hoped it wasn’t just it. he wasn’t surprised when she started kissing him, in fact he was delighted. his lips met back with hers numerous times before he decided she needed to be facing the other direction. he turned her around so she was now facing him, however still in his lap. his hand’s slid down to her waist, as he kissed her again, this time forcing his tongue in her mouth and letting it rub against her’s. he hadn’t kissed her in quite some time and honestly he missed it, she was a good kisser. he’d never deny that, he’d give her some credit.

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