"That was amazing," Jeph exhaled, breathing heavy as he laid a kiss on your collarbone.

"I'm going to have to agree with you on that one," you said, yourself still out of breath.

"So how long do you think we have? "Jeph asked as he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you up onto his chest.

"I'm gonna have to," you began.

You were interrupted by the loud buzzing sound of someone pushing the intercom button outside the building.

"I'm guessing they're here," you said jumping off the couch.

"What?" you barked into the intercom.

"We're here, let us the hell in," Matt yelled.

You buzzed them in and then scrambled for your clothes. You ran around grabbing the articles of clothing, slipping your leggings, skirt and shirt back on. You found your flats and checked your hair. You turned to see Jeph zipping his pants when the door to your loft opened.

"How the fuck are you all?" Matt said loudly when he walked in.

He then paused to see you standing over by a mirror next to your kitchen and Jeph standing randomly over in the main living area.

"Oh wait don't answer that. I can already tell you had sex. Dear god couldn't you at least have waited till after we left? Tell me you at least did it upstairs," Matt pleaded.

You grinned evilly, inside your head that is, so Shads wouldn't see it. You figured it would be best to get him back for announcing your sex-capades to the world.

"Oh yeah, don't worry. We did it upstairs," you lied.

"Smells like sex in here," Jimmy said as he walked in.

"Already been over that," you added.

"Jepha!" Johnny yelled as he walked in.

The guys all went over to say hi to Jeph since it had been a while since they had last seen him. You on the other hand went into the kitchen to grab beers, which is what you had expected. What you didn't expect was hands appearing beside you, open and ready for beers. As you looked up from the fridge you were met with Zacky's stare, which like back the restaurant the other day wasn't a look, or a glare, or anything nasty, just intense.

"Can I help you?" you asked standing up.

"I was here for that reason actually. Give me some of the beers," Zacky said, in a controlled voice.

"This is new," you said, cocking a hip out and placing your hands on your waist.

"Don't push it," Zacky said, voice dropping a bit.

"Knew it," you said smugly as you turned back to the fridge.

You bent in and grabbed seven beers, placing them in your arms and hands so you would be able to carry them all without Zacky's help.

"I've got them," you said standing and turning as you closed the fridge with your foot.

"Let me take some," Zacky said as he made for a couple of the beers in your grasp.

"I said I got it," you said, dropping your voice into a controlled volume, and turning a bit so as to avoid Zacky's grasp.

"Just let me," Zacky said, putting arms straight out on either side of you as he was standing behind you.

"No," you whined, your anger leaving a bit.

"Come on, give 'em up," he said, his voice sounding lighter, knocking you in the shoulder with one of his arms as his other hand went for some of the beers.

"Not fair," you said as you bent down low to try and avoid his side swipe.

As you crouched down, still clasping the beers against you, Zacky crouched down with you, still hovering over your back, his arms on either side of you flailing about trying to get a hold of the beers. You kept using your body as a human shield, trying to save the beers from him. You even started to laugh, even more so when Zacky poked you in the ribs to try and get you to loosen your grip.

"Oh not fair, that's cheating," you gasped as he poked you.

"All is fair in, well, beer fights," Zacky joked, a small laugh escaping his lips.

You started to laugh hard at his comment but still fought off his advances for getting at the beer, that had now soaked your shirt from all the condensation on the outside of the bottles. Zacky then grabbed your waist and picked you up into the air and you squealed.

"Zachary," you squeaked.

"Peter Pan," he mimicked you as he placed you down.

The sound of your old nickname coming from him made you stop, but not because you had learned to hate it, but because he said it teasingly. There was no malice behind it in his voice, no spite or hate, he was just teasing you. Like back when you were growing up, back when the nickname had first started. You stopped and turned to look at him, shock written all over your face. When you looked at him you saw the same look of pure shock written all over his face as well. The two of you shook your heads, bringing you back to reality and not the trip down memory lane you had been in. You handed him a couple of the beers and you turned and walked out towards the living area.

As you reached it you handed the beers you had out to people, giving one to Jeph before sitting next to him on the chez lounge, with your own beer in hand. Zacky handed out his beers and sat on the couch next to Matt and Jimmy.

"So how are you, besides being freshly sexed?" Jimmy asked, tossing his head in Jeph's direction.

"Fairly good. Been busy as heck," Jeph said, cracking his beer.

Zacky's face dropped and he got up off the couch and moved to an empty chair. You looked at him and saw his face contorted in disgust and you sighed.

"Yeah I heard you guys just finished your album. So taking a vacation before touring?" Johnny asked.

"Yeah we did. I'm fairly stoked about this one, we did an amazing job. Not like we don't ever, but this one I really like. And as to touring Bert and I had a few questions for you guys. We know you're home doing a new album," Jeph began.

"How'd you know?" Syn asked.

"One, Kales told me. And also told Bert when they were out together today. But we had an idea anyway. But we wanted to know if you guys would be willing to join us for another tour, after you get your album done that is," Jeph said, leaning back on the lounge.

"We'd love to," Jimmy said, looking around at his fellow band mates for approval.

"I mean we'll have to talk to our manager, but Im sure it will be fine. Last one went fine," Matt said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Good, we also wanted to know if it would be all right if Kales came with you guys and us for this one?" Jeph said.

"Hey, how did you know Bert asked me to go?" you asked, shocked.

"Bert asked you to go on tour?" Jimmy asked, skeptically.

"Yeah, today at lunch. But how did you know?" you asked, turning to look at Jeph beside you.

"Well one, Bert texted me while I was finishing the desert after dinner and told me he had asked you, and proposed a plan. But also, we've been talking about this since we came home and flirted with the idea of asking these guys back on tour with us," Jeph explained.

"Conspirators," you huffed, crossing your arms.

"Only the best kind," Jeph said cheekily as he kissed you on the side of the head quickly.

"Who will she be going with?" Matt asked.

"Well we figured she would be going with you guys, being family and all. I mean she could come on with us. It's up to you Shads," Jeph said shrugging his shoulders.

"Probably have her come with us, since we have the double bus thing going on. But if it gets too hairy we can stick her with you. Seems like you wouldn't mind, and I know Bert would be ecstatic," Matt replied.

"Hey! Hello! Sitting right here still. Can I be a part of this conversation pertaining to me? Not too much to ask is it? Anyway. I don't know if I'll be able to go even. Yes, Bert did set out a plan for me to do at work, but it means hella cramming and long nights on my behalf and my clients behalf. And even though Bert called it a vacation I don't think thats quite what it'll be," you explained, putting your flailing arms down after you had gotten their attentions.

"Definitely not if you keep up your antics with Jeph," Zacky said under his breath.

"Excuse me?" you shot at him.

"You heard me," he said.

"No, no I didn't. Care to repeat yourself?" you said, even though you had in fact heard him.

"Obviously your hearing is as bad as your lying, so no. I don't," he said hotly.

"My lying? My lying?" you asked, the temperature in your blood rising.

"Yes yours," he shot at you.

"And here I thought, well never mind what I thought. Eat shit and die," you spat.

"Only if you're cooking," he sneered.

You began to open your mouth but Jeph and clamped a hand over it. You glared at him and then turned to see Matt with his own hand clamped over Zacky's mouth as well, with Zacky giving him a death glare. You felt at least a bit better, knowing Zacky was getting the same treatment.

"That's enough. Calm your freaking hormones for a bit. Or your nasty bitchy genes, which ever," Matt snapped.

You glared at him, then at Jeph, then at Zacky then back at Matt before nodding your head yes. Jeph slowly removed his hand from your mouth.

"See why this isn't a good idea, let alone a plausible idea?" you asked.

"True, but you two are always like this. Besides Zacky would be too busy with the shows and his groupies to pay you much mind. And you'll be too busy since I'll be sticking you on head merch duty to pay him any either. The times where you do cross, one of us will just have to be around to 2x4 you upside the head," Matt said.

All the other guys nodded in agreement with his statement.

"It's not even final if I'm coming or not. I," you said.

"Oh it is. It's final. And you'll find some way to get around it at work if you love me," Jimmy crooned at you all goofy like.

You cracked a smile at Jimmy, then cracked him upside the head.

"Fine for you I will," you crooned back as he held a hand on his head where you had hit him.

"Knew you would do it for one of us three, I mean two," Jimmy said, slipping a bit and forgetting your beef with Zacky.

"Whatever. I don't count, I get this. I'm going for a smoke," Zacky huffed as he stood and walked towards the balcony.

"You can," Jeph began but you clamped your own hand over his mouth and shook your head.

"If Zacky wants to smoke he can trek his happy ass outside and do it. He pollutes my air enough as it is," you said once Zacky was out on the balcony as you lit one of your own cigarettes.

"I'm going to talk to him," Jimmy said standing up.

"Party pooper," you said as he got up and left the group.

Notes

"Whatever. I don't count, I get this. . ."
Ahhhh I love that line.