Once upon a -dylan- timee

[zachypie]

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. Zaccaria Del Rossi” the host of the club announces. The crowd goes crazy applauding and cheering Zach on. Zach gets up on that stage and rocks out. Hitting every right key and playing his newest song “Tomorrow”, the crowd seemed to love it. The gig lasting for about three minutes, but when he finished , they wanted an encore. He played the song again, followed by his first song “will you be”. Crowd loves it, their still going wild, and Zach is feeding into everything. Playing his best, singing his hardest, enjoying his moments of fame. Until…

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The phone rang. Zaccaria popped up, looked around and realized everything was just a dream. Damn it! He was determined that one day he reoccurring dream would be a reality. Whoever was calling hung up. He laid back down, and then the phone started again. He turned to get the phone, his eyes glimpsing the clock. Nine A.M. Who the hell could want something at nine a.m. He picked up the phone.

“Hello?”
“Yes this is him”
“You called me at 9:00 a.m. to ask me if anyone in my house has cancer?! No I do not have cancer. I do not know anyone who has cancer. And even if I did, I'm pretty sure they could live to at least 11:00 a.m.”

Slamming the phone back onto the receiver, he was upset. Sell’s people calling so early in the morning? They were just asking for what he just did. He didn’t understand why they started so early now. First of all, no one really paid attention to the people selling stuff that called their house, and even the low percentage that did, he was pretty sure they wouldn’t want to be called this early. Maybe the elder people who get up at around 6:00 a.m doing nothing even though they have nothing to do. But Zaccaria was really pissed. He tried rolling over and relaxing so that he could fall back asleep. It didn’t take very long for this action to set in. In no time, Zach was sleeping again.

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“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. Zaccaria Del Rossi” the host of the club announces. The crowd goes crazy applauding and cheering Zach on. Zach gets up on that stage and is about to rock out, when something is stopping him. Stage fright? Since when was Zaccaria afraid around people? This was ridiculous. After standing there or about two minutes shaking, Zaccaria began strumming some string on his guitar , messing up. Then when it time for the words to start flowing, his voice was all cracking. “Worst performance ever” he heard someone shout from the crowd. Suddenly there was a whole bunch of booing’s coming from the crowd. Zaccaria, so ashamed, walked off the stage and right out of the club. That gig was a totally nightmare.

***

Well thank god that was really just a nightmare. Zaccaria woke up shaking his head to the thought of something like that ever happening to him. He couldn’t see it. He rubbed his eyes and then looked at the clock. 11:20 a.m. That was more like it. He stepped out of his bed and went straight for the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet and reached for the toothpaste, then grabbed his toothbrush from out one of the holders. He turned the cold water to wet the toothbrush a little before squeezing a pea size amount of toothpaste onto the toothbrush. While brushing his teeth, Zach returned the toothpaste to his spot, closed the medicine cabinet, and then looked at himself in the mirror. He definitely was not that attractive while brushing his teeth. He spat the access toothpaste into the sink, turning both knobs he left the water take away the toothpaste in the sink. He rinsed off his toothbrush and then washed his face. He turned off the water, and then turned on the water of the shower.

Zach quickly undressed himself and then stepped into the tub. Washing himself and his hair as many times as he felt needed, Zach thought about what he should do today. It was a Wednesday afternoon. There wasn’t much that could really be done. He decided that he would just remain home. Turning off the shower after about 20 minutes, Zach stepped out the tub and then wrapped himself in a towel. He was fairly dry by time he made it to his room, but the wetness that still remained; Zach dried off with the towel and then threw the towel on the bed. He figured that it was a nice time of day to go to the beach. Zach got a pair of his swimming drunk from the drawer. Then he walked to his closet and got a pair of jeans and a white tee shirt and put them on. He walked downstairs to his kitchen for a quick snack. An orange. That it what he decided to eat. He ate it rather quickly and then exited his house. He walked towards the beach. He knew that he should have drove, but it would be nice walk. Once he reached the beach, he walked across the sand to a spot closer to the water. He undressed himself, leaving only his swimming trunks. Then he took a seat and laid back into the sand.

[dylanmore]

Dylan More was the type to go sneak out in the night, only to be caught dead and in deep trouble. And that’s what she was doing now. She spent the night drinking on some dumb and dead vodka gimlet, though vampires didn’t even drink, to lessen her thirst. She’d been lately trying to avoid humans and their yum blood. The scent usually filled the room and her nostrils with a flowery and bittersweet smell that made her eyes and mouth and nose water with pure lust for blood. She had no wish to go hunting today and she felt free to do anything she liked. Cassie, her wolf friend told her yesterday she would be out making some friends out of La Push and places and now being all alone, she ruffled her won brown hair and stared at her own reflection at the mirror.

Better hang out with a yummy human than a stinky werewolf, she thought with a smile. In a flash, she went for the bathroom. There, she brushed her white teeth hard until her breath didn’t smell of blood or vodka unless people would think the seventeen years old vampire girl was an alcoholic. Then she took a quick bath. She enjoyed it. Then garbed in a towel, she chose her outfit: edgy black slacks, deep blue boots, a blue cap, a gray vest and light green sweater. In one arm, hung a light brown bangle she made herself. Ten, she thought and smiled. She decided to make a plan: go to la Push, First beach and “swim” if she felt like it. That way she’d be showing off her sexy athlete/model’s body and find a mate.

Perfect.

Smilingly, she also chose a pair of a bikini then slightly felt nauseated for she had never ever bared her body in public. Guiltily, she chose a nice light crimson one-piece suit that accented herself, and her features very much. It was Speedo and she had chosen it for sometime where she’d go and swim for a break from chasing humans. After drying herself, she quickly put on the one-piece quickly and on top of them, the outfit she picked for today. She decided to replace the boots with a pair of denim-colored iPanema flip-flops for a beach-style look.

She decided on blow-drying her hair for a quick second and tousled it with gel to make it look damp. No sunblock for her, she thought with a playful smile as she grabbed a beach bag from her big walk-in closet and motorcycle as she pumped the engine alive then set for her destination: La Push.

First Beach, La Push-perfecto. She reached past the speed limit if there ever was and finally she made it quick and easy. A sweet success and sweet escape. She also had bought her iPod playing ‘4 Minutes’ by Madonna to make herself feel good about this. She also took a bottle of canned vodka and she couldn’t open it properly today-her hands were full.

Setting down the beach bag, the vodka and towel, Dylan began to undress in the nearest comfort room in the beach, stripping until she only wore her new Speedo one-piece. Sporting no goggles, she swung the bag around her shoulders, a towel in one hand, an iPhone in the other, she held the slightest bit of her canned vodka. Her cell was ringing to the song Full Moon and it was Cassie.

Ugh. She muttered a cuss word under earshot, the spotted and smelled something that caught her eyes. In front of her was an innocent sunbathing boy about her age, wearing a pair of swim trunks. She crouched nearer to him then smelled. Delicious but she bit her tongue and focused on her canned vodka. “Can you open this?” she asked, handing the can over to the boy, waving it in front of his face. It was Vodka gimlet and she needed a drink to forget the blood. Besides her hands were already full.

[zachypie]

Zaccaria liked being on the beach, but hated sand and couldn’t swim to well. Oxymoronic right? Oh well. So this is basically what he did when he came to the beach, laid still in the sand and thought about whatever first came to mind. At the moment he wasn’t really thinking about anything much, just about his family back home. He would have never thought that he would have survived, what is about be a year and seven months, in the US without any of his family. He was deeply a momma’s boy, and he definitely did miss his mother a lot, but something about Forks was just so attracting to him that he didn’t want to go back. Maybe it was that he loved the rain so much. And what better place to move to for rain than Forks?Now, thinking about this, he missed his mother. Maybe he would call her when he got back home. But now he just cleared his mind for all thoughts and laid back into the sand. Nice. Peace. Serenity.

Suddenly a girl walks up to him, waving a vodka can in front of his face. She wanted it to be open. Alcoholic maybe? It just hit afternoon and she wanted to drink. Well, Zach couldn’t really be one to judge. He drunk al the time, and he was definitely not an alcoholic. Maybe she was just thirsty and that was all she had? Who knew. Zaccaria politely sat up and opened the can for her. That was the first time he actually got a good look of her . She was a very beautiful girl, and definitely had a nice body. Zaccaria opened the can and then gave it back to her. “You can sit here if you want” he said with a smile. He looked out into the ocean and then back at her. “My names Zaccaria by the way ”

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[dylanmore]

"Thank you." She smiled politely. It was a pretty smile and she grinned, showing strong white teeth. She took the empty place beside him and set down her things. ''If you're Zacarria, then I'm Dylan. Dylan Emily More." She took a quick sip of the vodka gimlet. “ He was sort of cute, having short brown hair and dark eyes. It was easy to chat but to keep the thirst when talking to a human-hard. She glanced at the waves towering and careening above the people here in the beach in La Push. They were bright and blue and it suddenly she felt a good feeling she was here.

“If you’re asking why I’m here, I’m taking a small vacation, drinking vodka all the time ‘coz I really don’t have anything to do much here. I’m a dropout and I’m too smart for school. I completed college so long ago and I don’t want to waste my money buying off the whole mall. I don’t even have a boyfriend or a girlfriend and I was bored.” She chuckled as she thought of what Cassie would say when she saw her now. Right now. This minute where the seas and the glorious bright sky met, on this lovely horizon.

She stole a curious look at the sun. It wasn’t shining so much brightly the bright type where her skin would be likely to shine and it would be a dead giveaway she was undead. But she didn’t like to worry about such things right now when she was chatting. The sun was gold, with crimson embroidering edges and all, lighting the sky a blue. She remembered when she was an innocent young girl she often asked her parents why was the sun blue; why was the sea salty, why did God create Man, and wonders about the creation of Yahweh.

She remembered a time when she had her faith. But that was lost and she now wanted it back. “I remember when I was a girl, I used to plague my parents about the wonders of God’s creation.” She paused. “Beautiful, ain’t it?” Another stop. “Well, what’s your story?”

[zachypie]

Zaccaria nodded his head as she spoke thank you. Her name was Dylan. Dylan was the girl sitting next to him. She was an extremely cute girl but very small. Height and weight wise. That definitely wasn’t a bad thing, but zac thought he should point it out. Maybe today wouldn’t be so boring as he thought it would have been after all. He just made a new friend, though the question was if she was feeling the same way. She could just be sitting her because she is as bored as him, which would suck, or sitting her because she wants to make a new friend, which would be way cooler. Zac listened to her story. He threw so much at him at once. It was crazy. “So your just vacationing here? Well if you want I could like show you around” he said though he was sure the first place he would bring her to would be the club.

Zaccaria looked into the waters, far out where the water met the sky. It was beautiful. He loved just sitting on the beach. It was so relaxing. He looked one last time before laying back onto the beach sand. Zac continued to listen to the girl, Dylan. He had nothing to really say about the last comment. But he did nod his head, though he wasn’t exactly sure if she was looking at him do so. “Gorgeous” he said. He turned to her. “My story?” he said. “I don’t really have a story. I just moved her from Italy about a year and seven months ago. I love it here because of the rain. I don’t have many friends so I do this often. I love my guitar more than anything else. Hmm, I think that is about it. ” he said smiling at the end. “So of all places, what brought you to Forks?”

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[dylanmore]

“Of all places, Forks was perfect,” Dylan answered softly, smiling. She smiled at Zac’s comment on loving his guitar more than anything else on the whole wide world. Sure, she loved that kind of love. She felt the same way when it came to her iPod, her personal computer, her house. Just that she loved too many things in the world, the least on counting was vodka. Oh, and blood. Well, here in Forks, she loved to do a lot of things and she did them-her own special way. Reading. Singing. Laughing. Being herself. The last thing was what she was doing now-both talking and being herself-no bloodthirsty vampire girl, just Dylan and her new friend Zac. She didn’t care he was from Italy-didn’t give a damn he was from the country that was part of the Axis powers and where the city Volterra was after all-because this day was purely devoted to Dylan loving Dylan. Her living here was one thing.

She hoped he wouldn’t find her irritating. After all, what can a purely bored alcoholic girl do than watch him and talk to a pure good human and hear him tell her about his life. Silently she even swore to herself that she wouldn’t fake yawning. Because this human was rather interesting, friendly, too, she liked him already a lot. At least a few more souls to spare in her blood and diet already and she wouldn’t even care-try to care-whether or that he was gay or not. And she’d be telling him she was tomboy. Hilarious. Just right. She clicked absent mindedly on her iPod, thus switching the song from “Strangers in the Night” to “Thunder.” The musicians on her iPod were good with her-Lady Gaga, Coldplay, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, BLG, Muse, and Michelle Branch, Paramore, and all the lovely artists out there. Chris Daughtry, but no Adam Lambert. She had forgotten on purpose to update her iPod with the new songs Lovegame and “RecordBreaker.”

Oh, well. Too much things to forget and not but vampires never did forget, right. Zac must might as well forget about her. “Well, the peace, and the raininess, I might say. Oh, also the green. It’s very pleasant to the eyes, as well. I don’t have much of friends, too and it’s marvelous here in Forks, Zac. I love too many things and I’m no tomboy, just a straight girl. I’m no bisexual, too. “ She managed a quick grin. “You can show me around here, you know-I’ve been here for like a month but so far I feel like a stranger where I am. I also have a house here on Forks and I’m on a break here at the beach.” From her tone of voice that she used, it made her tone pleasant and friendly. Quite sincere.
Did she mention she liked him a lot alrady?

[zachypie]

“Well that sounds like a good reason” Zaccaria said smiling. He couldn’t help but noticed that this Dylan chick was extremely pretty. He couldn’t stop looking at her but he tried not to make it so obvious that everyone, especially her, would be able to notice. He placed his hands into the sand and lifted them up, grabbing a handful of sand. He poured some onto his legs and the rest back where he got it from. He noticed Dylan smiling at him and the he smiled back. He noticed the iPod in her eyes and then wondered if she was even paying attention to him. Maybe he was boring her. He laid back into the sand, the same way that she basically found him, and then looked up into the sky. There wasn’t too much for him to think about at the moment. Looking away from the sky, Zach leaned his head in the direction on the girl but looked out onto the water. It was beautiful, the waves crashing against the shore. Hm, what a great and peaceful day so far.

And maybe he wasn’t boring her. She was still talking. “What’s wrong with bisexuals? I'm bi” he said. He couldn’t actually believe he just admitted that to a pretty girl that could be liking him. Well they didn’t know each other for that long, but she could have been liking his personality at the moment. That counted right? “Well what haven’t you seen?” he asked stupidly. If she hadn’t seen it, she probably didn’t know about it. He shook his head. “ Have you been to the club?” he smiled. That was what he was planning on doing tonight, and it would be great if he had something with him while he dancing.

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[dylanmore]

She merely shook her head and grinned. "Nothing is wrong with bi," she said softly. Zac was so nice that she was sure she could just accept him for who he was, no matter that he was bi or not just the way he was. Being friends meant accepting persons for who they were. Just being Zac and Dylan, hanging out. Being themselves, chatting. What's wrong with that? She took the iPod out of her ears, then shifted her attention to him. There he was.

His brown eyes, fair skin, slender build, and the short hair, and those deep brown eyes that reminded her of chocolate so much she felt like a reflection, a vampire. And he, a human. Someone she could never be. This thought was too depressing to think about. A human and a vampire-what would others think? She would hold no care. So she answered the question. Seeing Forks was a good idea.

"I haven't seen the club-I'm far too useless these days to go dancing." Dylan admitted. She hoped no strip clubs. It was the last thing on her crystallized head for now and the time being. What really mattered was a good time.