The next morning when you woke up you felt like you wanted to die. You had a massive hangover, one big enough that it felt like your head was going to rocket off your shoulders. As you turned over onto your side you saw Jimmy sitting next to you looking down with a very disapproving look on his face. You furrowed your forehead as your glowered at his disapproving look. Slowly you sat up, well mostly sat up as your head would only let you slouch against your pillows at a small angle.

“What?” you asked Jimmy, still glowering at him.

“Think,” was all he said.

“I can’t think, my head is trying to bludgeon me to death from the inside,” you said, not snappily just in pain.

Jimmy stood up and left the big bedroom that had been given to you for the trip a bit ago. You only used your bunk for storing purposes, or if you felt so inclined to give up your bed to someone else. Like Katie.

Jimmy returned shortly carrying aspirin, a glass of water, a mostly filled hot water bottle and an ice pack. You smiled at how he remembered how you liked to take care of the hangovers that you rarely got. And because you rarely got them, when you did they tended to be monstrous. You happily swallowed the pills with the water and then placed the glass beside you on the table next to the bed, completely drained of it’s contents. Next you took the partially filled hot water bottle and placed it behind your head, at the base of your neck, and rested on it against the pillows. Last you placed the ice pack on your forehead. Your head started to feel immensely better already.

"What would I do without you Jimmy,” you said as you sighed, the pressure starting to ease in your head.

“A lot of things, some of which you’ll regret. And I’m pretty sure you’ll kill yourself over,” Jimmy said as he leaned back against the wall and looked at you.

You opened your eyes and tilted your head so you could shoot him a questioning look. Jimmy simply grinned.

“Zippity doo da,” Jimmy sang softly, the grin still plastered on his face.

“Zippity a... Oh. My. God,” you said, your eyes feeling like they shot open so big that they were going to pop out of your head.

“I’m going to be sick,” you said as you shot up out of the bed, your hangover forgotten.

You leapt out of the room and dashed towards where the bathroom was as you tried to hold in your stomach contents. You zipped by so fast that you didn’t see your brothers smug look on his face, nor Johnny’s shit eating grin. All you were concentrating on was not losing yesterdays meals all over the floor.

After you were pretty sure you had emptied your system of anything that wasn’t stuck down with sinew and you had increased your headache ten fold from the retching, you slumped to the floor.

“Jimmy,” you shouted, cringing as your loud voice made your head hurt even more.

“Yes queen of the porcelain people?” Jimmy asked jokingly as he stood in the doorway.

“We need to make a pact,” you said as you stood up and flushed the toilet again for good measure before going at your teeth.

“And what would that be?” Jimmy asked.

“You are to look out for me, just like you did growing up. Only this time you just have to make sure I’m never around Zacky like that again. I’m hiring you on to be my sober conscious. You’re also to keep him away from me,” you said as you spat out the toothpaste in your mouth from brushing your teeth.

“Can do. Besides I don’t think Shads will be letting you two anywhere near each other for a good long while,” Jimmy said, back to his normal self, all gloating gone from his voice.

“Good. Because I don’t know what that sleazy excuse for a no brained, one celled cesspool did to make me kiss him, but I still fucking hate the ground he destroys and contaminates by walking on,” you spat, this time nothing but verbal spit.

“Glad to have you back,” you heard your brother say from behind Jimmy, out in the hallway.

“Won’t happen again,” you said as you threw your old, now nasty, toothbrush in the trash.

“Good cause last night made me sick. Literally,” Matt said as he walked on.

“How much time do we have till you’re all needed, or me?” you asked Jimmy as you walked towards your back room.

“A bit. Why?” he asked.

“Because I need to go out and get a new toothbrush, and to burn last night’s clothes and buy some to replace them,” you said flatly as you went to change for the day.

Twenty minutes later you were dressed in black overly tight skinny jeans that had small frayed holes in the knees, and had put on your white Doc Martins over them, encasing your feet in ass kicking leather. You pulled on one of your really old Subhumans shirts next, it was your favorite and in the classic black and white like they all were. You tucked it into your pants and stuck on two of your belts, one stud and one spike, with two of your small chains. Next you placed your thin black suspenders on and then rolled one of your red bandanas up and tied it around your neck. You ran a brush through your hair and sprayed on some heavy duty hairspray before lining your eyes in heavy black eyeliner. You called yourself done as you slapped on some studs and spikes around your wrists. You smiled at your attire, you loved how when you wore nothing but black and white, mostly, that the massive ink on your arm stood out just that much more. Sticking money into your back pocket you grabbed your smokes and lighter and made your way off the bus.

Off the bus you started towards where you could catch a cab into the town to shop for your few items. As you started towards the front of the first of your buses, since you had to walk past it to get to the parking lots, you saw the door start to open. As black jean clad legs stepped out of the bus roughly six or so feet from you you saw who it was. As your eyes made contact with Zacky’s they widened a bit and then you spun on your heel and marched off the other direction. You decided that you were going to be taking the long way to the cab pick up.

What you didn’t quite catch in your mad turn away from Zacky was that he had done the same thing. He had spun on his heel and turned the other way, the opposite way to where he was going. You both were playing the avoiding game it seemed.

Notes

Bwuaahahaha oh morning afters!!!