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Animosity In The Ranks

Chapter 55

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” you yelled as you ran around your room in a tissy. “What is it?” Jeph yelled from below where he was in the kitchen.

“I can’t find my Bert bag,” you shouted back, throwing articles of strewn clothing even farther about your room.

“Isn’t it down here with all your normal junk in it? You’ve been using it for days on end lately, though why you would want something with his face on since you’re about to live with him for eight weeks is beyond me,” Jeph said as he pulled a pan out of the oven and placed it on the burners to cool momentarily.

“Shut it, it’s my favorite bag. Fuck you if you don’t get it, gah I hate this,” you shouted, your brain literally in over drive.

“I don’t get how it’s so much work,” Jeph called up as he deposited his oven mitt and went for a sharp knife and spatula.

“Well for one, you’re not a girl. Two, you’re not me. That equals up to a whole lot of you not understanding,” you explained as you found the last few things you were looking for and shoved them into their correct places.

You took a moment to pause and looked around your room. It was a wreck. A complete and utter total wreck, and you were probably going to leave it like that for the time being. You thought about cleaning it later that night before you left in the morning, but didn’t know. Sighing once more you brought your things over to your door and left them there while you went to fix yourself for the remainder of the day. And then the party that night. Shower being the first thing on the list since you were beyond sweaty from the entire day’s so far antics.

Shower done you went back into your room to the outfit you had left out for yourself for the day, and for the next day. It being the same outfit of course, you may be neurotic on some things, but you could live in the same outfit for two days. You slipped on a pair of black leggings that ended a little below your knees, over which you snugged on the frayed jean skirt that had been made out of a pair of jeans that Cares had bought you in Chicago. You threw on a giant Misfits shirt that had been cut like a muscle, work out shirt, so that meant you had to wear a black tight fitting tank top underneath. As the shirt was cut on both sides wide open. The shirt was so large that you tucked a bit of it into the top of your jean skirt and then placed two of your favorite studded belts next, not bothering with the belt loops.

Next you put enough hair products and hairspray into your hair for it to last in that shape for days, which was what you were counting on. You tied a neon green bandana around your hair like a headband, and tossed on some thick triangle white earrings and some black plugs into your ears. Next you strung on some neon green, ruby red and some white chunk beads around your neck, and had them hang down your front. You threw on every silver bangle, thick or thin, that you owned and called your attire done as you threw on a pair of overly large neon green and black sunglasses on the top of your head. You slipped into your authentic black Doc Martins and called yourself good to go for the rest of the day, that night, and the next day or so.

Sniffing your pits for one last check you grabbed the shit you had placed by the door and walked with it down the spiral staircase. You caused a lot of grunting and cursing out on your end, but you managed it alone after turning away Jeph’s help. Grunting that you could do it on your own. Stuff finally down the stairs and sitting next to Jeph’s in the main living room you plopped down onto one of the couches, exhausted. Sighing you grabbed for the cigarettes, Jeph’s, that were sitting on the table and lit one. You really loved being able to smoke in your own home once again, when you were married you hated how you had given up the luxury in your own house for your ex spouse.

You started a bit when Jeph sat down next to you. But what really made you open your eyes was the aroma coming from where he had just sat down. Opening your eyes and looking over your mouth started salivating and you placed your still lit cigarette onto one of the ashtrays within reach.

“I figured this would be the perfect stress reliever for all that work,” Jeph said as he handed over the items.

You simply just nodded your head and you stared down at the goodies.

“We have double German chocolate brownies with pecans, walnuts and caramel and hot cocoa with home made marshmallows and rum,” Jeph said as he pointed to the items.

“Oh god this is like better than sex,” you said as you took a bite of one of the brownies.

“Well I figured since it was kind of chilly out and all that was going on it would be a good pick me up” Jeph said, shrugging his shoulder as he picked up his own brownie.

“Yeah what is the temp outside? I was realizing it was a bit nippy,” you asked as you took a sip of your hot cocoa and loving the addition of the rum.

“Around eighty or so, chilly,” Jeph said as he took a sip of his own hot drink as he smirked over the top of it at you.

“No wonder people think us Californians are strange,” you said back, knowing the age old joke of how Californians couldn’t handle real weather.

“Oh well, it gave me an excuse to make warm type treats for you,” Jeph said nonchalantly.

“Oh I’m not complaining. Makes me think that I’ll try packing more often. If this is what I get for packing I’ll definitely do it more often,” you said as you took another sip of your hot drink.

You looked out over the stuff you had brought down stairs, one giant suitcase, one small one, and a large messenger bag along with your computer bag. Not bad for eight weeks of bus living, and definitely not bad for a girl. It was good that you had no problem living in the same clothes more than one day in a row, and had no problem being able to go without washing your clothes all the time. Hence you planned on living in your current outfit for this day and the next, the next being the first day of tour.

It was just that you could never figure out what exactly you wanted to pack. That’s what drove you nuts. And after you had packed you always felt like you had missed something incredibly important but couldn’t remember what you had packed. This caused you to unpack everything and then repack all over again, switching a few articles here and there. This generally happened a couple of times, never more than five, but the more stressed you were over the trip the more times you did it. And this trip was stressful on you, you had done it four times and were now finally done. And surprisingly your bags were lighter than they had originally started out as.

Oddly enough most of the weight came from your computers and your hairspray and some of your sketching supplies so you could work on designs if you ever got any down time. Not that you saw that ever happening, not since you were going to be made merch girl so as to keep you away from Zacky the entire time. The thought of Zacky caused you to shiver, you really weren’t sure as to what to expect from this tour.

“Cold?” Jeph asked at your shiver.

“No, just thinking,” you said.

Which hadn’t been a lie, you really had been thinking and that had really caused the shiver. You just didn’t say what you had been thinking about.

“So I can’t believe you got the day before off,” Jeph said after a moment of silence.

“I know, I was surprised when I got through all my work the other day. Like every last one. And when I had opened my mouth to say that I would work today and help out, Zarin gave me the look. I’m pretty sure he had made up his mind at the beginning that he was going to give me this day off, regardless of whether or not I had my work done by it. He knows how I get when I pack,” you said and you took a giant bite of your second brownie.

You had every intention of eating every single one from the pan that Jeph didn’t. You had no qualms about stuffing yourself on them, it would be your last till after tour end, no more Jeph cooking for the most part.

“Are you going back over there tonight like Zarin asked?” Jeph asked before taking another bite of his still first brownie.

What an amateur.

“Oh eye pfflan hon at,” you said with your mouth full.

“What?” Jeph asked laughing a bit at your attempt to talk.

“I said, oh I plan on it. I don’t know what he’s got up his sleeve but I know he wants to say bye to me before I leave. It may be for only eight weeks, but this is the first time I’ve ever left the shop for any lengthy period of time. I’ve never gone vacation. And he said he had some stuff he wanted to go over with me about when I return. So we’ll see,” you said after you had swallowed your mouth full.

“That is probably why you had a break down, no one can go years without having some type of vacation from work. It’s just not healthy,” Jeph said as he took a big gulp of his cocoa.

“Yeah, that’s why I had the break down,” you replied, agreeing with his statement so as not to have to think about the real reasons any more than you had to.

For the most part because you still hadn’t figured them out totally for yourself yet.

Notes

Tour starts soon!
Yaaaay!!!

Comments

Out of all the fanfics this is the one I've read through 3 times through all 108 chapters. This is one of the best Zacky fics I've read and I still hope it'll be continued one day ; v; a very good read for any Zacky fan.

Tipikly Tipikly
5/3/18

Annnd new chapters....now?! Lol please.

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11/10/17

Update, please!! I love this so much!!!!

Holly Holly
12/24/16

I need moar!!!!

gingerSMASH gingerSMASH
2/4/15

OMG PLEASE UPDATE!!!! <3 this story!

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9/3/14