Photography, Drabble
Photography, Drabble~
Requested by thepiano_knows. to tell you the truth, i don't really care. use your creativity. as long as it ends happy. no deaths.
------
Jack calls Zack at 6:15 in the morning on a Tuesday because he "can’t sleep". Zack isn't exactly sure what the fuck he's doing at this point, mostly because it's 6:15 in the fucking morning and he's still half asleep. He hangs the phone up and approximately two minutes later, Jack bursts in the room.
Again, Zack really isn't sure how because the door is locked, but all he really knows is that he's not going to get any more sleep. He gives up after a while, deciding to just get up. "What do you want to do?" Zack asks Jack, who is sitting on the bed, twirling his thumbs impatiently.
Zack pulls a t-shirt over his head and cocks at an eyebrow at his best friend. Alex and Rian are obviously sleeping still, something that Zack wishes he could do. "I'm hungry," Jack says after his stomach growls loud enough for even Zack to hear. Zack's stomach replies with a rumble of its own.
"Let's go get something to eat then." Jack hops out of the room, Zack rolling his eyes at the youngest member of the band before he grabs his camera and heads out.
Jack poses in front of every statue they find on their way downtown. The people on their way to work give them weird looks, but Zack has gotten all but used to such looks from people since he became friends with Jack and Alex. They don't really phase him anymore.
"Hey look, there's a Panera across the street," Jack motions to the tiny store, tucked away between two larger stores. It's barely even visible from where they're standing. Zack shrugs his shoulders and follows Jack to the crosswalk.
After they eat, Jack leaning back in his chair happily, "I think my stomach is finally happy." Zack nods and continues taking pictures of the people across the street, the people at the counter, anything in eye sight.
"Take a picture of me," Jack asks, sitting back up for Zack. He smiles dorkily. Zack smiles as he fakes a picture. Jack grabs his cup of orange juice and takes a sip as Zack presses the button.
A flash of Jack's eyes and lips curled around the black straw. Zack thinks it's his best picture of the day.
------
dude. it's been forever since i've written any fan fic. :/
Requested by thepiano_knows. to tell you the truth, i don't really care. use your creativity. as long as it ends happy. no deaths.
------
Jack calls Zack at 6:15 in the morning on a Tuesday because he "can’t sleep". Zack isn't exactly sure what the fuck he's doing at this point, mostly because it's 6:15 in the fucking morning and he's still half asleep. He hangs the phone up and approximately two minutes later, Jack bursts in the room.
Again, Zack really isn't sure how because the door is locked, but all he really knows is that he's not going to get any more sleep. He gives up after a while, deciding to just get up. "What do you want to do?" Zack asks Jack, who is sitting on the bed, twirling his thumbs impatiently.
Zack pulls a t-shirt over his head and cocks at an eyebrow at his best friend. Alex and Rian are obviously sleeping still, something that Zack wishes he could do. "I'm hungry," Jack says after his stomach growls loud enough for even Zack to hear. Zack's stomach replies with a rumble of its own.
"Let's go get something to eat then." Jack hops out of the room, Zack rolling his eyes at the youngest member of the band before he grabs his camera and heads out.
Jack poses in front of every statue they find on their way downtown. The people on their way to work give them weird looks, but Zack has gotten all but used to such looks from people since he became friends with Jack and Alex. They don't really phase him anymore.
"Hey look, there's a Panera across the street," Jack motions to the tiny store, tucked away between two larger stores. It's barely even visible from where they're standing. Zack shrugs his shoulders and follows Jack to the crosswalk.
After they eat, Jack leaning back in his chair happily, "I think my stomach is finally happy." Zack nods and continues taking pictures of the people across the street, the people at the counter, anything in eye sight.
"Take a picture of me," Jack asks, sitting back up for Zack. He smiles dorkily. Zack smiles as he fakes a picture. Jack grabs his cup of orange juice and takes a sip as Zack presses the button.
A flash of Jack's eyes and lips curled around the black straw. Zack thinks it's his best picture of the day.
------
dude. it's been forever since i've written any fan fic. :/