Chapter 4: You are afraid, you pushed me away

We goofed off for the next hour, then the plane landed and we walked out into the terminal. It stretched out in two directions, and a sign in front of us declared we were on the second floor.

"Okay, so where are we going? To the front?" Zach asked me.

"I guess so. There's supposed to be a cab waiting for us. I don't know if it's in the front or not but we can try."

We both looked around us. We had no idea where the "front" was. We decided to go downstairs and see if we could tell from there, but we found out that the first floor was underground, so we went back upstairs. I noticed the arrows pointing toward the first terminal, so I suggested following them.

"The first terminal has to be the front," I said.

"Okay, let's go. We're already 20 minutes late."

It took about 10 minutes to get to the first terminal, since the airport was so crowded. Luckily, Zach and I both had our hoods up, so no one recognized us. Or maybe they did, I don't know. No one asked for autographs or pictures at least.

We reached the end and stepped outside. The road was crazy, four lanes filled with cars, taxis, and buses.

"So how do we know which one is for us?" Zach asked me.

"I really don't know, Zach. Maybe there's a sign?"

We looked around for our cab, but we couldn't find it anywhere. I finally decided to call my dad, and he told me that the cab doesn't wait for more than half an hour.

"He said to wait here and he'll pick us up in 20 minutes." I told Zach.

"Can we go to the bathroom and get something to eat?"

"Sure."

We walked back through the terminal, stopping at the bathroom, then going to a McDonalds. I watched Zach scarf down a burger, and laughed when he got ketchup all over his face.

"You look so cute," I told him as he wiped it off with a napkin.

"Thanks…" he said, looking at me.

I looked back down at my meal, then checked the time. "We better get going," I told him. "We have 5 minutes."

He quickly finished his burger, then threw away his garbage while sipping at his soda. "Let's go." He said.

We walked to the front again, and quickly found my dad. He stood next to his car, waving his arms at us even though we were already headed his way. Zach and I were laughing at him as we put our luggage in the trunk. I slammed it shut, then got in.

"Thanks dad. Sorry you had to pick us up." I said.

"It's fine. I missed you." He said, wrapping his arm around me. I gave him an awkward car hug, then asked about the rest of the family. We chatted until he pulled up at our house.

"Get out," he said. "I got to get back to work."

"Bye dad." I said.

"See ya. Thanks." Zach told him.

We grabbed our luggage, then walked up to the door. I unlocked it, then stepped in.

"Wow. It's been a while since I've been home. This feels weird." I said.

Zach was looking around. "It looks different then since when I was here last."

We turned the corner and went into my room. It was slightly messy. I remember right before the tour started, when we had to pack. I was so excited to get out on the road. It feels good to have a break.

I dropped my suitcases on the floor, and fell onto my bed. "Ahhh," I said, snuggling with my pillow. "I missed my bed." I said.

Zach walked over and sat next to me. He lay down, stretching out. "I could so fall asleep right now," he told me.

"How about a swim instead?" I asked him, gesturing towards the pool outside.

"Hot tub?"

"Sure." I said, smiling.

We put swim trunks on, and walked outside. I turned on the hot tub, letting it heat up.

I stepped in and grabbed Zach's hand. I sat down and pulled him into my lap. He turned so that he was straddling me, his fingers running through my hair. I put my hands around his lower back, holding him onto me. He took a handful of water and poured it over my head. I laughed as I shook it off and he put his hands on either side of my face. I stared into his striking eyes, and he leaned in for a kiss.

I kissed him back, one hand on the nape of his neck, running through the hair there, the other wrapped around his waist. After a while, he started grinding into me again. I moved both hands to his lower back, to push him into me. We continued until I heard a car in the driveway next to us. Zach stopped and pulled away, sliding to the other side of the hot tub.

"It's okay, it's just Mr. Williams," I said, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him back onto me.

He jerked his hand away, saying, "Cameron, stop."

"What's wrong?"

He didn't answer me, he just looked around us. His eyes stopped on something, and I turned to see two people across the street talking, heads close together. One of them noticed us looking at them, and they immediately started walking away.

I looked back at Zach, but he was getting out of the hot tub.

I followed him into the house, but he was ignoring me.

"Zach." I said as I grabbed his shoulder. He shook me off but stayed in front of me.

"What's wrong? Who cares if people see us?" I asked him.

He exhaled, and finally looked at my face, an expression of anger on his.

"Because I'm not gay Cameron. I don't need pictures or videos of us "experimenting" all over the internet, ruining everything we worked for. If people thought we were gay, you know what they would say about our music? It wouldn't matter what they thought personally about it. You need to stop being so selfish by thinking about yourself all the time, the band is more important than us getting it on or whatever."

He stalked away, as I stood there in shock. I only moved when he slammed the bathroom door. I walked into my room, and grabbed a shirt. I slipped my shoes on and ran out the front door.

I was planning on going for a walk, but running felt good so I just continued. I ran for a while, to the trail about a mile east of my house. I slowed when I saw a bench, and stopped to sit down. I was breathing hard, trying anything to not think of what Zach said. But as soon as I stopped running, every word came back, snapping at me. I put my head in my hands, crying out of frustration.

How could he say that to me?