Well, 'ello, FanFiction. So far, regarding the Revolution, there are a grand total of 3 people in it. Including me. o.o Well, it's a start, at least.
IF you do not know what the Revolution is, and are even the SLIGHTEST bit interested, check out the "AN - please read!" section of this story.
Special shout-out to SociallyAwkwardUnicorn and Little Miss Dancer Girl for entering ZEE REVOLUTION!
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Zack opened the door to his cabin, finding a half-asleep Maya on the other side. "Hey there, beautiful."
At the moment, Maya was too tired to protest against Zack's borderline sexual harassment in the form of nicknames. "Mm," she replied, stifling a yawn.
Last night had been her turn to take both of the babies for the night and they'd been particularly cranky, never staying quiet for more than forty minutes at a time. She started to take a step towards her boyfriend, then sighed tiredly, sitting back down.
Zack's expression changed to one of concern. "You alright?"
Maya sighed, rubbing her eyes. "No, not really."
In a flash, Zack was next to her, smoothing her hair back soothingly. "How about I give the babies to Moseby for the afternoon? As a babysitter?"
Maya looked at him suspiciously. "Why?"
"He wants to spend some time with his 'godchildren'," Zack quoted, grinning.
Despite her tiredness, Maya couldn't help but smile softly. "Godchildren, huh?"
Zack grinned. "Yeah. Figured it wouldn't hurt to see what it was like on Moseby's good side for a change."
"Also. . ." Zack paused. "I figured you could use a break. You look beat." He realized his words and quickly amended his statement. "No, I mean, you're exhausted. You look gorgeous, as always." He kissed her soothingly on the forehead.
Maya tried to ignore the heat that flooded to her face at his earnest compliment. "I am pretty tired," she admitted. "Alex and Caleb kept me up half the night."
"So, I thought," Zack said, smiling in anticipation, "For the next couple hours, we could just hang out. Take a little break from the kids. Just you and me, a laptop, and some snacks." He shrugged, raising his eyebrows hopefully. "How's that sound?"
Maya smiled. ". . .It sounds like heaven."
"So, are you up to doing that Calculus packet?" Maya murmured sleepily, unconsciously leaning against Zack's shoulder. "It's due today and we need to finish quickly. . ."
"Sure," Zack replied, hiding his grin as he pulled out two packets from a drawer.
"Alright," Maya sighed, opening his packet to the first page. Her eyes widened as she saw the pencil marks on it. Quickly, she flipped to each page, her mouth falling open. "Zack?!"
"Hmm, Maya, you give me lots of motivation, that's all I can say," Zack said, laughing at her surprised expression.
"Oh, wow," she said, sighing. "I can't believe it! You did every problem – and they all look correct." She frowned at him. "Who are you and what have you done with Zachary Martin?"
"It's still me, relax," Zack reassured her, grinning. "I did it while you were asleep."
"Huh," she yawned. "Never thought you'd do something like that." She smiled at him.
"Yeah, me neither," he chuckled. "So. Food."
"What?" she said, confused.
"Food," he repeated. "You promised that you'd cook."
"I did, didn't I," Maya said ruefully. "What would you like?" She started to get up.
Zack held her down. "Not tonight, gorgeous. You're too tired."
"Are you sure?" she said, pouting adorably.
"Yeah, of course," he said. "Maybe tomorrow."
"Alright," she said, sitting back down on the bed. "What do you want to do?"
Zack grinned as a thought occurred to him. "Let's go for a swim."
"Race ya," Maya challenged him, water dripping from her hair. Her eyes shone, all of her previous tiredness gone."
"You're on," Zack accepted. He leaned against the wall. "Set. . .go!"
They both shot off, straining to reach the other side. Finally, Maya's head broke above the water and she panted, looking around wildly for Zack. She found him grinning, equally out of breath, right next to her.
"It was a tie," he gasped, shaking the water from his hair.
"Fine," she said, consenting, while laughing. Maya kicked off from the bottom and started to float on her back, staring into the sky. "Hmm. . .so peaceful, there's no one here."
"Yeah," he agreed, joining her and clasping her hand in hers. "Just you and me."
A devilish thought occurred to the brunette and she quickly went under, not giving Zack time to react. In a flash, a wave of water went up, and her boyfriend was left spluttering. "What the heck!" he cried out through a mouthful of water.
"Gotcha!" Maya laughed, only to be met with a flood of water. "Ah!"
"Heh," Zack said, smirking. "Get a taste of your own medicine – Hey!"
They laughed and continued their mock-fight. Maya proved to be quite agile, sometimes diving down so that Zack's splash missed her, and she shot up and sent a wave of water at him from the other side.
Finally, they were both tired but happy, and climbed out of the pool, grabbing a couple of towels on their way back. Maya went back to her cabin for ten minutes to blow-dry her hair.
An hour later, Maya and Zack were back in the cabin, satisfied. "That was fun."
"It sure was." A sudden thought struck Zack, and he grinned. "Lie down."
"What?"
"C'mon." He led Maya to the bed, still clad in her bikini, and pushed her gently so she was lying prone on the bed, face-down.
"What are you – "
"Close your eyes, Maya-kitten," he said quietly. "Relax."
Maya realized what Zack was going to do and blushed. "I still have my swimsuit on, you know." It was true – her light blue and white bikini was still on. She chose it because she wanted some form of fashion without it being too revealing. The swimsuit didn't show off any unnecessary parts at all. "Zack, you don't have to – "
Zack gently applied more pressure to the area around her neck, rubbing slowly. "Is this okay?" he interrupted, referring to the change in pressure.
"Oh, yeah," she breathed, closing his eyes, unable to help himself.
Zack didn't know what had told him to do it, didn't know why it felt so right to put his hands on her, or why both of them were barely breathing.
Somehow, he thought with a smirk, he could tell she wasn't faring much better. She was slightly shaking, her breathing stilled as she melted under his hands. He ran his hands up her shoulder blades and began kneading her shoulders. The position was strangely intimate.
Zack smiled. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered, bringing her lips close to his ear. Maya shivered, arching her back.
"No, please," she breathed out. She practically purred as Zack's hands trailed downwards, his hands sliding tentatively, deliberately, under the straps. . .
"Don't. . .try anything funny," she tried to warn.
Zack smiled. "Relax." His lips moved down, mouthing soft kisses against her neck. Maya sighed in appreciation, whispering gently for more.
Zack picked up her hand and pulled on it gently, twisting her around. Once they were facing each other, he took in a moment to study her blushing face – long lashes, caramel eyes, butterscotch-colored wavy hair framing her face. . .
He let go of her fingers, instead using his free hand to cup her cheek. He paused. She smiled in assent, breath hitching.
Guiding her face with his hand, he leaned in and touched his lips to hers fleetingly. Their lips brushed again, once, twice. Shifting closer to her, he moved in to press their lips together more fully. . .And Caleb began to scream.
With a start, they leaped back, and Bailey got up to retrieve Caleb from his crib, blushing furiously and ducking her head. "Oh, Caleb." she sighed. "I guess parenting doesn't leave a whole lot of time for romance. . ."
"Yeah, let's put that in the paper." Zack joked. He put an arm around her and smiled as he felt the soft warmth of her skin. His smile grew even wider when she leaned her head on his shoulder. "Don't worry. We have all the time in the world for romance.
Maya sighed happily, soothing Caleb. "I'm glad."
"Wah! Wahhhhh!"
Zack frowned as the loud sound of wailing reached his ears, which wasn't a good thing, as he had just stepped into the hallway – and the door to Maya's cabin was closed.
He reached the door and knocked, with Bailey quickly answering. She looked worn out, her hair frazzled. "Zack – thank god," Bailey sighed. "Good luck – I can't take another minute in that room." She hurriedly pulled on a jacket and pushed past him into the hall."
"That's not a good sign," Zack groaned, opening the door fully. Maya was sitting upright on her bed, eyes closed, baby Alex screaming in her arms. How could she possibly be asleep? And sitting up?
He shut the door and walked over to them. Maya didn't stir. "Maya?" No response. Reaching out, her tentatively touched her shoulder. The pressure of his touch upset her balance and she fell backwards across the bed. Zack quickly caught Alex.
Maya's eyes fluttered open. "Zack?" she murmured, getting back up with effort.
"Yeah, it's me," he reassured her, looking at his girlfriend with concern pooling in his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Hmm, yeah," she replied. "I'm all worn out. After we finished relaxing and you left for your shift, Alex started crying – she's been at it for the full two hours" She sighed dejectedly. " I fed her, changed her, burped her. . .I don't know what's wrong. I guess I just drifted off." She slumped against Zack's shoulder, nestling her face into his arm.
"Uh huh. . ." Zack managed to stammer out, secretly thinking that it was really a good thing she couldn't see how red his face was from her current position. He cleared his throat, his voice coming out at least five pitches higher than usual. "M-maybe she's just cranky," he squeaked, mentally cursing. "Maybe you could sing to her again?"
She sent him a tired smile. "Nope, too sleepy." Even in her exhausted state, Zack recognized the telltale gleam in her eyes.
He grinned. "You want me to sing, don't you."
"Maybe," she said coyly.
"Fine," he said, accepting the situation grudgingly. He started to sing. "Goodnight, my angel, time to close your eyes. . ."
Apparently, Alex liked Billy Joel, for her howling gradually died down. Zack wasn't sure if Maya was a fan or not, but it didn't matter. Five minutes later, both mother and daughter were sound asleep.
Gently, Zack laid her down on the bed and climbed in next to her. His only thought was to stay with her for a couple of minutes, but his eyelids soon grew heavy and he fell asleep next to her.
"Bailey, towel," Cody called, smiling as Bailey tossed a dark red cloth in his vague direction. "Thanks!"
Of course, being Cody, he completely botched trying to catch it and sighed, bending down and picking it up. He settled Christopher over his shoulder and patted his back, smiling when it made a computerized burping noise. Just then, Chris started to cry again.
Cody frowned as he felt the baby's bottom. "Could you change him, Bailey?"
"Mm-hmm," she said, holding her arms out expectantly. After a while, she finished, kissing him on the forehead. "All better now." She sighed. "I'll sure miss them when the project finishes on Friday."
Cody laughed weakly. "Yeah, I guess. It's fun being a family."
"Oh, stop it, you," she laughed.
There was a knock on the door and Cody called, "I'll get it!" Mr. Moseby stood in the doorway, looking around and wearing his perpetual frown. "Cody, by any chance, is Zack – " He stopped when he saw Bailey. "Bailey, it's after curfew, you shouldn't be in here."
Surprised, Bailey's head whipped around to look at the clock, eyes widening when she saw that he was correct. "Sorry, Mr. Moseby! I guess I lost track of time." She hurriedly threw on her diaper bag.
Mr. Moseby sighed. "Do you know where Zack is?"
Cody frowned thoughtfully. He didn't want to offend the man on purpose, but. . ."Is he, I don't know, in his cabin?"
"Do you think I haven't thought of that?" Mr. Moseby half-growled, quite irritably. "I just knocked, and there wasn't an answer."
"Oh, then he's asleep," Cody reassured him. "You could run a jackhammer next to Zack's head while he sleeps and not wake him." Bailey frowned, and he smiled. "Believe me, I speak from experience." He shrugged and started going through an open drawer. "You know, I think I have a key to his room."
"Oh, no, Cody, I have a master key," Mr. Moseby said. "It's quite alright."
Cody winced. "Really, Mr. Moseby, I don't mind." Thinking quickly, he pulled the drawer out, watching in mock horror as three textbooks, a huge pile of paper, and a slew of pencils topped to the floor. "Oh, no!"
Mr. Moseby growled in irritation, but nevertheless bent down and started to pick up the mess. "Really, Cody?!"
"Sorry," Cody apologized, looking at Bailey meaningfully and mouthing, Stall him. He sighed in relief as she got the hint and nodded.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Cody called loudly, quietly tucking his phone in his pocket.
"Oh, dear," Mr. Moseby sighed as he began to shuffle the papers. "Fine, go, but help out with this mess afterwards!"
"Of course," he said as he closed the bathroom and whipped out his phone, sliding out the keyboard. He started texting Zack.
Dear Zack,
I'm texting you to inform that Mr. Moseby will be stopping by your cabin shortly. If you're doing anything that you shouldn't be, well, stop. I've bought you a couple of minutes, though, so that should be enough for you.
Cody
He slid the keyboard back in and waited for a couple of seconds before flushing the toilet and washing his hands with soap. Twice, of course.
As for the text, Cody sorely disapproved of the "chatspeak" that graced the phones of all of his classmates. What was wrong with using good, polite language with your classmates? He hated the use of "u" in place of "you" and phrases like "lol" and "brb". Was it too hard to just text "I will be right back?" Using phones and computers instead of a pen and paper was bad enough! He was still shaking his head as he walked out of the bathroom.
Bailey gave him a weird look as he muttered something about "new-fangled technology", and, still tutting in disapproval, he bent down to clean up the mess.
Finally, they finished. Mr. Moseby glared at Bailey. "I don't want to catch you breaking curfew again."
"You won't." Bailey flushed. "I mean. . .I won't. I mean, I will. . .go straight to my room, that is."
"All right." Moseby nodded. "Good night, you two." He closed the door.
"So you think he's out somewhere?" Bailey asked. "Not in his room?"
"Who knows?" Cody said, pulling his phone from inside his pocket. "I just texted him that Moseby was coming."
"How sweet." Bailey teased. "Always looking out for him."
"One of these, I'm going to kill him though," he sighed ruefully.
"Yeah, fat chance," she joked. "What will you do, bore him to death with the history of the Pythagorean Theorem?"
Cody looked insulted. ". . .Tch. No."
"Mm. . ." Maya vaguely registered the faint buzz of a vibrating phone, but she was too comfortable to move. She turned her head slightly, frowning sleepily as her cheek was met with skin. Maya and Zack were lying side by side, pressed against each other, her face nestled into Zack's neck, her lips brushing it.
She finally realized that Zack was in her bed, Alex sleeping peacefully in the other bed with Caleb. Maya didn't know how she got in bed, or why Zack was next to her, but it their closeness wasn't uncomfortable to her. In fact. . .just the opposite. Why did it feel so right?
Craning her neck, she looked up at his face. He looked different when he was asleep. asleep, Quiet, peaceful, breathing evenly. As she looked at him through half-lidded eyes, a faint smile appeared on his face as he inhaled the vanilla scent of her hair.
Maya curled up next to him again, replacing her head next to her shoulder, and she smiled softly, closing her eyes again. her head on his shoulder gently, smiling to herself. Maybe it was the fact that she was still riddled with sleep, but she reached up and kissed him softly on the lips.
Maya shut her eyes, planning on giving in to temptation and exhaustion and just going back to sleep. They would discuss this later. . .
She had almost succumbed to sleep a second time when a faint clicking sound came from the door and it swung open. Moseby stood in the doorway, eyes widening before he scowled darkly as he noted the teenagers' compromising position.
"Zack! Maya!"
Well, I can't write a smutty scene (Layla, talking to you XD) on a T-rated fic, so this is the closest I can get.
Yeah. . .
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