Zakk hugged me goodbye, and began walking back to his car as I got my keys out from my bag, but I turned back round to face him. "Do you wanna, er, come in?" He looked at me blankly, so I continued. "To work on this?" I took the necklace out of my pocket, holding it up.
"Oh! Sure." He laughed and nodded.
"What did you think I meant?" I raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. He blushed and, hanging his head, shrugged his shoulders.
I pushed the key into the lock and turned it slowly, opening the door carefully, but didn't move, staring into the hall. I felt Zakk's hands fall on my shoulders, making me flinch.
"It doesn't feel...right." I tilted my head to the side, taking a single step inside the doorway.
"Right?" Zakk stepped past me, looking around.
"Safe. I mean safe." I followed him closely, not wanting to be alone. We walked silently through every room in the house ever so slowly. My hands were shaking by the time we reached my room, everything about if felt off, as if someone had been in here, sifting through my belongings before putting them back again. I know, I sound crazy.
"Are you ok?" Zakk asked me, looking into my eyes with concern. I nodded, sitting down on my bed. I pulled out the locket from my pocket, wondering how we could get it open.
"The two pieces were welded together, so why not weld them apart?" I wondered aloud, twisting and twirling it between my fingers. Zakk looked back at me, nodding.
"Yeah, but do you own any welding equipment?"
"Well," I paused for a second, "There might be a blowtorch in the basement. Will that do?" I stood up and paced back and forth along the length of my bed.
"Probably. Hey, pass?" He held out his hands. I threw the locket at him, still thinking for alternatives incase this didn't work. He stepped out of the room, saying he'd be back in a minute.
I shifted, an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air. Walking over to my chest of drawers, I picked up a thick jumper-which I quickly threw over my head and pulled the hood up-and my mp3 player, putting the headphones on as a random country song blasted out suddenly, making me annoyed I'd lent it to Crystal a few weeks ago. I sighed and deleted the song, flicking through my albums, but half of them were missing. I am going to murder her when I see her.
I thought to myself, throwing it back down onto my bed and turning on the radio instead.
I lay down, tapping my foot subconsciously as I half listened. I heard footprints climbing up the stairs, and sat up, obviosly expecting it to be Zakk, but when I looked up, I saw Shane.
"What-? How did you get in here?" I asked frantically, throwing a pillow at him-it was the only thing I could think of, ok?-, but he caught it, tossing it down on the bed.
"Came to see how you were getting on with the necklace. Hope that's Ok." He picked at the loose stitching on the woolen throw at the end of my bed, annoying me. "Seems you haven't gotten very far. I mean, come on, a blowtorch? Even I know that would never work."
"Oh, shut up." I grumbled.
"Nope." He sat down next to me, and I reflexively shuffled away from him by a fraction of an inch. His hand landed on mine, and when I tried to move, he tightened his grip, making me squeal.
"I don't wanna hurt you." He growled viciously.
"Then why are you?" I clenched my fist as he held my wrist tighter again. He just shrugged, infuriating me.
"Zakk!" I was hoping to take Shane by surprise, barely getting off the bed before he pulled me back down
"You coming?" Shane nodded his head towards the door, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head, watching him walk off, but curiosity got the better of me as I found myself following him down the stairs and towards the basement.
EDIT: What do you think? I know, you guys liked it, but I still didn't like the ending so I tweaked it a bit =D
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