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Chapter 9: Seeking Comfort

~Zack's POV~

I woke up the next morning with a killer hangover. My sheets were strewn all across my bed, barely covering me. I looked up and saw Shyne standing in the doorway. A loose-fitting shirt hung off her shoulders. Probably Connor's.

"What?" I asked sleepily, groaning in regret.

"Someone's here to see you." I looked at my clock.

"Couldn't they wait until never? I'm tired."

"I'm sure you'll want to see him." This aroused my curiosity.

"Who?" I sat up. Cold air blew through my fur as I did, my face harboring an expression of grogginess.

"Get your ass out of bed and find out." She walked down the hall. As I got out of bed, something flew past my door. From the hall, I could hear Shyne squeal. "Connor! Not here! This is the kitchen!" I held back a laugh as I put something decent on.

Fitted with a shirt and jeans, I stepped out into the kitchen where Connor had his arms around Shyne, kissing her neck. "Enjoying yourselves?"

"Ohh~" Shyne moaned. I shook my head and opened the fridge.

"Let's see….milk, OJ, water, ham, cheese…"

"What happened to having a guest?" I turned around.

"Lucas!"

"'Tis me. Your knight in shining armor."

"The hell happened last night?"

"I'll tell you later." He hopped up onto the counter.

"Gee, thanks. You want anything?"

"I wouldn't mind a drink."

"Please don't mention the word "drink," okay?" Connor said.

"Ok, I wouldn't mind a liquid substance."

"Smartass."

"Yeah, okay," I replied. "Juice?"

"Sure." I pulled the carton out and handed it to him.

"Drink up, bro."

"Gladly." He grabbed a glass and poured some juice into it.

"Seriously, though. What happened to me last night?"

"Later," He gestured to Connor and Shyne and took a sip.

"Wh-" I looked over at them. They stared back at me, smirking. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," Connor responded. "Just here with Shyne."

"Maybe we should leave these two alone."

"Sounds good." Lucas said as he put the juice down.

"C'mon, let's go to my room." I led him down the hall to my bedroom. I closed the door. "So, what happened?"

"Another one of those flashes, this one a lot worse."

"Aww, poor baby." I gave Lucas a hug of comfort.

"As in, I saw who that guy in the hood was."

"Who?" He took a deep breath.

"When I pulled down that hood, I saw myself." I froze.

"Wh-what? What does that mean?"

"It means that in every one of those flashes, I was a crazed, murderous bastard."

"But it can't be true, though. They're just flashes, right?"

"Thankfully, yes, but still…" He pulled back and looked into my eyes. "I'm scared."

"Lucas, everything will be fine, okay? None of it is real."

"I wish it looked like that."

"It's all just in your silly head, okay?"

"Just in my head…"

"Yes. It's not real. This is real." Boldly, I gave him a quick kiss on his lips. "See?"

"Thankfully, that's what's real."

"Yeah, thankfully." He kissed me back, drawing it out. I grabbed onto his waist.

He pulled away "But what if that isn't fake."

"It has to be. It never happened."

"I understand that, the part that scares me is the thought that it could. Somehow something could happen and make all that happen."

"There's no way. You're too nice. I could never see you hurting someone."

"Thanks, that helps."

"No probs, dude."

"It helps a lot more than you know for you to say that."

"At least it helps. Now, come on. Let's go out for some breakfast."

"That sounds good, I didn't eat before I came here."

"I know a great place that serves the best fucking pancakes."

"Where? I don't have the energy to go far if we have to walk."

"It's just a couple of blocks away."

"Alright, let's get going."

"Excellent." I opened the door and let him out before following him.

"You have money right?"

"I get food for free. I know the owner."

"How'd you meet the owner?"

"Ex's parents. Apparently, they still like me. It's kinda awkward."

"I imagine so." I put my shoes on. Connor and Shyne had moved to the couch. Netflix was queued up on the screen. "Let's hurry, I'm starving."

"I'm going as fast as I can! I'm not fucking Sanic!"

"Doesn't mean you can't move faster than that." I stood up.

"Yo, fuck you."

"Please, go ahead."

"Not here!" Shyne yelled from the couch.

"Why not, Sis?" I asked. "Not like you and Connor are going to fuck while we're gone!"

"I think we can wait until after we eat." He opened the door and walked out, I followed him.

We walked down the sidewalk, little traffic passing by. An occasional gust of wind blew past us.

"So, how big are the pancakes?" Lucas asked me.

"Dude, they're fucking huge," I replied. "Like, as big as a dinner plate at Olive Garden. They come in a stack of three.

"Sounds good. Does it come with syrup?"

"Oh, fuck yeah, it does. Plus, two eggs, toast, and bacon."

"I can't wait." A gunshot resonated through the air. We jumped and looked around. A figure ran down the street.

"Oh, fuck man."

"He came from my house!" Lucas yelled, sprinting towards his home.

"Lucas, wait!" I chased after him. He disappeared into his house as I reached his lawn. Neighbors ran out onto their porches to see what all the commotion was. I ran inside. "Lucas?" He was looking down, crying. I stepped next to him and saw his dad lying there.


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