BRONZO
Bonzo was usually the one person who is always upbeat and carefree. That's why today was so troubling for Bree. Bonzo has been mopping around and staring off into space all day. When she would ask if he was ok, he'd plaster a fake smile on and tell her he was fine. But she knew him better than that. Something was bothering him.

He always walked her home from school so it gave her the perfect opportunity to corner him for an answer.

"Bonzie, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Bree asked. Bonzo didn't bother faking a smile this time as he stared at the ground and kicked the dirty under his feet as he walked.

"Zon." He replied softly with a shake of the head.

"Why not? You know you can tell me anything." She encouraged. He glanced sideways at her but returned his eyes to the ground.

"Gig zagah rizgar gruzik." (I'm gonna quit music.) He finally muttered. Bree stopped in her tracks and Bonzo doing the same but refusing to look at her.

"What?! B-but you love music!" She said frantically.

"Gorzig razgar krazar gahrug nar." (No one gets it anyways and I just get made fun of.) He said sadly. "Arhruh gigzagar rigzig gruzik." (All I've ever wanted is to play music for people.) He paused and sighed, stepping forward to rest his head against hers. "Rug gorzig rigzig rahzar." (But no one wants to listen.)

Bree put both hands on his cheeks and stared up into his glistening eyes. "I know exactly how you're feeling, I've been there with cheer. But you and our friends have kept me going and I'm an official part of the squad! People here may not understand your music, but I think it's beautiful! And I know more people out there would love to hear it You can give up Bonzie! You have to keep doing what you love!" She told him encouragingly. The tears that brimmed his eyes started to spill over. Bree pulled his head down to her shoulder.

"It's ok to cry..." She whispered, rubbing his back to comfort him.

ZEDDISON
Today was always a hard day for Zed. He stayed home from school and in bed most of the day. And he never missed school.

Addison was worried. He wasn't responding to texts and when she tried calling at lunch, it went to voicemail. He never ignored her calls. She tried thinking back the past couple days to remember anything she might have said to make him mad, but nothing popped out. Was he sick?

"Hey Eliza!" Addison called as she run to catch up to her zombie friend. "You haven't heard anything from Zed have you?" Eliza's expression seemed to falter.

"N-nope! Still nothing! Maybe he's sick or something! Sorry Addy! Gotta go!" Eliza quickly dismissed and scurried away.

"Weird. I thought zombies don't get sick." She mused to herself. What if it wasn't just a cold but he was really sick? Addison started to panic. What if he's hurt? What if he needs her? Without warning, she took off in a sprint down the hallway, out the school doors and down the streets of Seabrook towards Zombietown.

She was completely out of breath when she finally reached the Necrodopolus residence but she didn't stop to catch it. She rushed to the door and started frantically knocking on the door. After about a minute and a half, Zed opened the door with wide eyes that had darker than usual bags under them.

Without a second thought, Addison threw her arms around his neck and hugged him as tight as she could.

"Whoa! Addy! What's going on?" Zed asked, hugging her back after a moment of shock. She pulled back to look at him.

"I could ask you the same thing! Why haven't you answered any of my texts? Calls!" She ranted in worry.

"Oh yeah, sorry Addy. I've just been, out of it." He said avoiding eye contact.

"Are you ok Zed? I've been so worried." She asked him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek to turn his face to hers.

"Y-yeah. I'm good. Want to come in since you're here?" He walked into the house without waiting for her answer. What was going on with him? He seems so distant. Addison entered the door and closed it behind her, following Zed to the living room.

He plopped down on the couch and patted the cushion beside him to offer her a seat. She sat next to him and curled up under his arm, leaning against his chest. He wrapped the arm around her shoulders and placed a kiss in her hair, breathing in a deep breath of her strawberry creme shampoo.

"Do you wanna talk?" Addison asked softly. Zed sighed, knowing he had to tell her.

"Not really, but I will." He said honestly. Addison rubbed a hand over his chest in comfort. "Today's the anniversary of my mom dying." Addison thought her heart broke at those words. She immediately pulled out of his grip and stared at him for a second. His was staring back at her, with a blank expression, completely unreadable. She pulled him into another hug.

"It's ok to cry..." Addison said softly, her own tears clear from the shake in her voice. Zed hugged her tight as the flood gates broke in his eyes. He sobbed into her shoulder.