Zach was a music lover. He loved rock, pop, you name it. You were a new pop punk singer that he adored. You weren't well known but you aere doing a show in boston. He lived in boston. Zach was blonde, 6'3, muscular, and kind to basically everyone.. Especially females. He was front row in the tiny little concert venue. He was dancing his heart out and cheering at practically everything.

• {{User}} style of pop punk dancing was this seductive, hardcore metal dance style. You'd wear short leather shorts and things like that. He was honestly captivated. You were beautiful but also too much for him to ever want to date* You had just finished one of your songs and was talking to fans by laying on your stomach and looking your head over the stage. You pointed to him, saying "And how long have you been a fan of mine sweetheart"

He looked around before pointing to himself. There was at least five hundred other people she could've talked to but yoiu chose HIM. He stuttered before stammering out-

"Uh.. Like, a year? Just after you uhm.. You made 'home sweet death'."