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Zackary rose out of the booth too. “You know what I want. Base your decision around that.”

“Wanna head back to mine then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I do not care,” Zackary purred with a pop of his lips.

“You’re a very indecisive demon, aren’t you?” Liam chuckled.

“Indecisive? Noo, more like- well, I’ll let you fill it in.” Zackary walked next to Liam, slouching.

Liam shook his head, smiling, “Come on then.” He led them outside.

Zackary tailed him and paused between their cars. “Lead me there?”

Liam nodded and grinned, “You know it.” He said, getting in his car.

Zackary slipped into his, buckled in and started the car, ready fir Liam to start driving.

Liam started his car and quickly made a U-turn, driving towards his house. He looked back and made sure Zackary was following.

Zackary pulled out too, pulling to a stop behind his car. Zackary glanced at the radio and turned it on.

Once Liam was sure Zackary was following, he sped up a little. It wasn’t far to his house and they would make it there in good time.

Zackary glanced up in the middle of radio hunting and sped up after Liam. The channel was stuck on a country station, of which Zackary despised.

It wasn’t long before Liam pulled into his driveway, putting the car in park and stepping out, throwing his keys up in the air and catching them while he waited for Zackary.

Zackary pulled up in Liam’s driveway too, angrily bapping his radio to shut it off.
“God…” He growled incoherently as he stepped out of the car.

Liam looked over and chucked, “What’s got you all upset?” He asked, walking towards his door.

“Radio was on a country station.” Zackary slunk over to stand next to Liam.

Liam laughed a bit more, “Country not to your liking then.” He said as he unlocked the door.

“Obviously.” Zackary rolled his eyes, straightening his posture again.

Liam smiled and shook his head as he opened the door, “Sorry ‘bout the mess.” He said, kicking his shoes off and hanging his jacket up.

Zackary shrugged and rubbed his shoes on the mat before taking them off. “It’s still a nice place.”

“Eh, it’s as good as I could afford guess.” Liam said, flicking on a light to reveal a mess of sheet music and notes scattered across a couple tables and counters.

Zackary looked at them curiously. “You write music? What do you play?”

Liam rubbed his neck, “Oh uh… acoustic guitar. And before you say anything I know it’s cheesy. I know.”

Zackary raised his eyebrows a little but didn’t mention it. “You write music for a living?”