Zevon knew he was gaping at the mayor, but he just couldn't help himself. There was no reason for Zed to know the mayor, let alone for her to show up at their house. The woman is dressed impeccably, the perfect Seabrook picture, but there is no warmth in the smile adorning her face. Zevon resisted the urge to shiver from her polite expression. Nevertheless, it wasn't like he could close the door in her face—not that the possibility wasn't looking very appealing right about now—and he just couldn't leave her and Zed on the porch either—it would, without a doubt, alarm the neighbours. He sighed. Zevon invited the mayor inside, not oblivious to the snobbish way she kept looking at her surroundings. Zed and Zoey both looked up at the same time, but where Zoey looked at the woman in awe, Zed jumped to his feet.

"Zoey, bedroom." Zevon said before anyone else could utter a single word.

Sensing the seriousness of whatever was unfolding in her living room, Zoey nodded and ran upstairs. The old flooring creaked, and they all heard the door close behind her, confirming that Zoey was really in her room and not eavesdropping on them.

"Mayor Wells! Is anything wrong? Is Addison okay?" Zed asked, clearly distraught.

Addison? Zevon thought. What did Addison have to do with—Zevon's brain screeched like a train trying to brake with only seconds left.

Addison was the Mayor's kid. Holy Z! Zevon was still overcoming that life-changing realization when a second occurred. If Addison was the mayor's daughter, it meant her father was the Chief of Z-Patrol. Zevon pinched the bridge of his nose. Zed sure knew how to pick them! While he wanted nothing more than yell at his son for keeping that information from him, he had to get rid of the damn woman first. He supposed the absence of her husband was a blessing.

"Addison is well. As a matter of fact, you are the one I wanted to talk to."
"Oh!"
"Yes, I don't suppose there's a place where we could get some privacy?"

Missy's voice was perfectly polite and pleasant, but there was no doubt that she wasn't asking. She was demanding. Zevon looked at his son with a raised eyebrow. He didn't care what the woman wanted; if Zed didn't want to be left alone with her, it would take the entire Z-Patrol to get him to leave. Zed nodded to him and Zevon sighed. As much as he wanted to stay, Zed was an adult and he deserved to be treated as such. Clapping his hand on his son's shoulder, Zevon pointedly looked at the mayor.

"I'll be upstairs if there's anything."

Once Zevon was out of sight, Zed turned back to Addison's mother.

"Do you want to sit? Can I get you anything?" He offered.

Mayor Wells crinkled her nose and gave the side-eye to their couch. A younger version of Zed might have been ashamed, an older yet still young version of Zed might have tried to change her mind, but neither was him anymore. This Zed crossed his arms over his chest and squared his shoulders. He didn't have anything to be ashamed of; this was his home and Addison loved it here. Her mother would have to deal.

"Why are you here?"
"May I be frank?" Mayor Missy didn't wait for his answer. "I love my family more than anything else in the world … and my family has a proud legacy. I have devoted my life to ensure their legacy will live on. Addison is part of that legacy."
"Why. Are. You. Here?"
"You see Zed, Addison was the perfect society girl. If her little cheer friends hadn't introduced her to Warner, I would have. He comes from a good family, a respectable family with good connections. He's ambitious too, he wants to be mayor one day."
"Good for him. It still doesn't explain why you are standing in my living room." Zed's tone was cold and levelled, but inside his heart was beating fast. There was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't like her answer.
"He wants to be mayor and I want to continue my family's legacy. Sadly, Addison has never been interested in politics. She's not a leader."

Zed clenched his jaw. Did she even know her daughter?

"She's not a leader, but she can further our family legacy. One day, she'll have children; they will be a part of Seabrook's history. Addison has a future. She's a pretty young thing, she might even have been beautiful if not for that horrid hair."

Zed swallowed tightly. Addison was perfect, she was more than beautiful, she was breathtaking.

"She had been wearing her wig all her life and she was dating the perfect prospect. All she had to do was keep her head down. Warner would have proposed after graduation, she would have been married within the year. Eventually I would retire and help him get elected as mayor. It was the perfect life, all planned out for her. And then she met you. What does my daughter have now, Mr. Necrodopolis? You? Love? Warner would have given her status, financial stability, security, luxury…"
"Is there a point to this?" Zed's voice was tight, but it didn't crack.
"What do you have to offer to my daughter? Even if she stays with you, she'll be an outsider in her community. Can you provide her the life she deserves?"
"I…"
"What about a family?"

Zed stood frozen. He couldn't fight back, because the truth was that he worried about all of it, worried that Addison loving him just wouldn't be enough. He wanted kids one day, he knew that. Could it even happen with Addison?

"I didn't think so." Missy sniggered.
"Why are you here?" He whispered, ignoring the way his eyes were stinging from unshed tears.
"I've looked you up, Zed. You are smart, you get straight A's, more than one professor gave you glowing recommendations. The coaches love you and fans admire you. People are saying you could play professionally. You are smart enough to realize that there's no future for you and Addison."
"You don't know that!"
"You can't provide her all the opportunities that someone else can. That Warner can. She's always going to be the girl with the zombie. Is that really what you want for her?"

That was just a bunch of lies, wasn't it? People didn't think that, right? Except that a treacherous voice in the back of his mind reminded him of the stares they'd gotten when they'd picked the Wells' tree or that salesgirl at the jewelry store. His zombie might be roaring at the back of his consciousness, but that voice just drowned it, playing into his every insecurity.

"I can see that you know I'm right," Missy continued. "Tomorrow's the Gala. Addison needs to be there. I'd suggest that you break up with her at the end of the night. It will save all of us the embarrassment of Christmas Eve dinner."

A million thought ran through Zed's brain, but none of them seemed to be getting out. He knew he ought to tell her off, that she might have been Seabrook's mayor, but she had no right to their relationship. He was speechless.

"You have a lot to think about, Zed; so I'll see myself out. Just remember that I can make it worth your while. Your sister wouldn't ever need to worry about paying for college. Think about what's best for her, what's best for my daughter. Don't you want Addison to be happy?"

Even if the words hadn't failed him, Zed wouldn't have time to reply because the women were gone.

"But I make her happy," he whispered to the empty room.

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It felt like it had been hours to Zed, but he knew that in reality, it must have been minutes if not less before his dad found him, still standing in the living room, and staring into space. Zevon wordlessly guided his son to the couch before sitting down next to him.

"Zed?"

Ever so stubborn, Zed turned his head away from his father and sniffled.

"Son?"

Zevon pulled Zed into his side like he was still a little boy, hoping he wouldn't pull away. He didn't. Instead, he curled into himself letting his weight fall against his dad. They would make for a comical scene if Zed didn't look so heartbroken. Eventually, Zoey walked back downstairs. One look and Zevon's youngest was out their front door. It didn't worry him one bit. They were back under two minutes and that had to be a record. Eliza, apparently not having taken the time to grab a coat, flung herself on Zed's other side. Zoey smiled sadly and went back upstairs. They were going to be fine. Eliza and Zed could fix anything.

AZAZAZ

Hours later—real hours, this time—Eliza and Zed sat alone in front of the TV under a pile of blankets when he finally spoke.

"She hates me."
"Addison?" Eliza blurted disbelievingly.
"No. The mayor."
"Why would she hate you?"
"She's Addison's mom."

Eliza was not someone who was easily rendered speechless, but she was at that moment. What was Zed thinking?

"The mayor's daughter, huh?" She forced out.
"Her dad's the Chief of Z-Patrol." He admitted.
"Holy Z!"
"I sure know how to pick them, huh?"
"Zed…"
"She wants me to break things up with Addison."
"What? Why? Cause you're a zombie?!"
"She said I can't make her happy, that I can't give her the life she deserves."
"Who does she think she is?" Eliza started to get up, but Zed just pulled her down by the wrist. "I'll kill her, I swear!"
"E…"
"Alright, I'm no killer. But I can spray paint her car? You just say the word!"

She pushed a curl away from her face, looking so damn fierce that Zed could only hug her. When he finally released her, he spoke in a small voice.

"But what if she's right? What if I can't make Addison happy?"
"Well, then shouldn't it be her decision?"
"She's it though, Liza. I don't think she's a potential mate, I think she's just it."
"Y'a think?"

The dumbass at the end of her sentence went unsaid but was greatly implied. Eliza snorted.

"Bonzo owes me 20 bucks. I told him you hadn't realized it, but he was certain you just weren't saying anything."

Zed hid his face in his hands, making Eliza chuckle.

"Look Zed. I don't know why Addison would fall for a dork like you —" Her tone was playful. "—but she did. She likes you. She chose you. You're going to have to be honest with her. You need to trust her."

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When Addison got home, she grabbed the errands for her mother first. The door was locked as usual, and she let herself in, swearing under her breath when she almost dropped a bag. Addison called for her parents as she walked to the kitchen, dropping her heavy purchases on the table. When no one answered, Addison hurried back to her car. She grabbed the garment bag she had hidden in the trunk of her car and all but ran back inside. Her heart was pounding erratically as she opened her closet, and she couldn't help but snort at the situation's ridicule. She wasn't a spy risking her life, yet she still felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her mother would surely throw a fit. Who cared? Addison thought. It was more than time she did something for herself.

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Friday morning came briskly and cold, but the sun shone brightly. Zed woke up entangled with a still-sleeping—and snoring—Eliza. He couldn't help but think the morning was a stark contrast with his mood. He extricated himself from Eliza's limbs and stretched. At least, he'd managed to get some sleep last night. It had taken him a while to finally fall asleep, the memory of Addison's mother's words jabbing at him every time he closed his eyes.

Zed picked up his phone. Earlier last night he'd texted Addison to tell her he was doing movie nights with Zoey, wishing her a good night, and asking her to let him know that she made it home safely. With yesterday's debacle he hadn't had the mind to look at his phone again. He was surprised to discover more than a dozen text messages from Addison. She'd kept him updated all night and not once did she seemed annoyed at him for not answering back. The latest messages had come in just a few minutes ago. It was a selfie of her rolling her eyes. She complained about her mother waking her up early to help with the finishing touches for the Gala. She'd also texted that she missed him, and that she couldn't wait for their date.

Zed's mood instantly brightened up, making him beam at his phone. There were still too many hours before he got to see Addison, but she did miss him. For the first time since the mayor had come barging into his house, his zombie let himself known by purring in pride. His zombie knew Missy Wells was wrong. They made Addison happy; they loved her, and she loved them—both parts of Zed.

"You look like an idiot." Eliza piped up groggily.

Zed looked over his shoulder at his best friend.

"I might be." He admitted, waving his phone.
"Addison?"
"Yeah," he sighed dreamily.

Eliza mimed retching and buried her head back under the blankets. She was not a morning person, Zed thought as he replied to Addison. They texted back and forth for a while. He told her he was picking up with suit as soon as Zylvia opened for the day and that she had promised to get any last-minute adjustments made before he left. She told him he was sure to be handsome and that she could hope to match. Feeling the self-doubt in her text, Zed reassured Addison that she was beautiful in everything because her beauty was the same inside and out. She teased him about being sappy, but he knew that his words had helped. After a while, she had to go back and help, but sent him a kiss. It made the grin on his face wider, and he stared at the message for longer than he should have. Just as Zed was about to pocket his phone, he received another notification. Her text dried his mouth, and all his blood rushed downwards. From the couch, Eliza threw a pillow at him.

"Damn it, Zed! Pheromones!"

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Addison bit the inside of her cheek. Had it been too much? Oh God! She was such an idiot.

Zed had been quiet the night before, but Addison knew that he hadn't had as much time with his sister as he wanted, so she hadn't taken it personally. Still, she couldn't help the rush of happiness when he, at last, texted her back that morning. She smiled as he explained that Eliza had found her way over and that they'd end up watching movies long after Zoey and Zevon had retired for the night. He made her laugh when he described how disgruntled his best friend was in the mornings even when they were young children.

She wasn't worried about Eliza sleeping at Zed's or that they'd fallen asleep together on the couch. She did know that just months ago if Warner had been in the same situation, it would have haunted her for days. But not Zed. She trusted him. She was happy, not simply content. She was really happy, the kind of happiness you feel as a child. Zed made her happy.

She would deny it if ever asked, but she was relieved when Zed mentioned getting his suit from Zylvia. She wanted tonight to go perfectly. She told him he was sure to be handsome and before she knew it, she'd made a self-deprecating joke. Addison cringed. Her and her big mouth. Instead of telling her to stop fishing for compliments, Zed reassured her with words. Oh! They were sappy, alright. Her boyfriend—and would that title ever stop making her feel so giddy—was corny, sappy, and romantic and she loved him for it.

Her mother was giving her the stink eye from the other side of the room. She knew it was time to get back to work. She didn't need her mother to be annoyed at her already. She sent Zed a kiss after he wished her luck. Honestly, she was going to keep it at that. Her thumbs hovered over the screen of her phone with a mind of their own. She sent the text, her heartbeat thundering in her ears as straightened the table centrepieces, waiting for the telltale chime announcing he'd replied.

Beautiful in everything? How about nothing on? Except maybe you inside me?

She was going for sexy and dirty, but she kept turning it over. The more she did, the more it seemed clumsy and goofy. What had she been thinking? Maybe it was better if he just ignored it, then she wouldn't die of embarrassment. She froze when her phone chimed and held her breath as she opened the text. At least, she knew he wouldn't be mean or make fun of her too badly.

Addie. You keep this up and I won't fit in my pants.

Addison could imagine him growl her name. She blushed at the image his words elicited in her mind. He was big. Dress pants would definitely strain over his swollen erection. Her phone chimed again.

Just say the words and I'll get you out of that dress tonight.

Addison felt wetness pool in her panties. She could picture it clearly, and she craved it badly. Maybe tonight?

Maybe if you play your cards right?

Her words had the intended effect, they put an end to their conversation.

AZAZAZ

Zed walked into Zylvia's shop with Eliza in tow. She'd been the one to invite herself along—supposedly to ensure that Zed didn't make a fool of himself—but she had also been muttering the entire walk about how stupid the entire Gala was. He knew it was her way to express concern for him. While she seemed to believe that Addison was trustworthy, he also knew she didn't put faith in anyone else at the event.

Zylvia greeted both of them warmly. Following her directions, Zed walked to the back to try on his suit. He startled when he opened the bag.

"Zylvia! I think there's been a mix-up." Zed called out.
"No, there wasn't. Just get dressed!"

Zed did as he was told and walked back out.

"Looking good, Zed!" Eliza whistled at him.
"Thanks, E. But I'm pretty sure that's not the same suit I tried on three days ago?"
"Of course not, dear! But I've seen your girl's dress since then and I believe that you guys will match better this way." Zylvia intervened.
"It's darker." Zed said deadpan. "This is Seabrook."
"Will you just trust me, boy?"

Zed rolled his eyes but agreed. It was not like Zylvia was going to send him ill-dressed. Of course, that was when both women started debating about what he should do with his hair, what kind of socks he had to wear, the whole nine yards. It was going to be a long day.

AZAZAZ

Never let it be said that Addison's mother wasn't tenacious. She had tried for the last two hours to get Addison to come and get ready with her parents at the hotel where the Gala was being held. First, she had tried to reason with her; then she had resorted to guilt-tripping. Neither had worked and Missy had walked away in a huff. Dale had shaken his head and hugged his daughter before running after his wife.

Miles away or not, Bree wasn't going to let Addison get ready on her own. The girls had gotten on video chat the moment Addison had gotten out of the shower. The Mayor's Christmas Gala was always the event of the holidays, but it was the first year Addison was nervous to attend. Bree had picked up on the second garment bag almost immediately and had squealed in excitement, insisting on seeing the new dress. The second she held it to her chest, Addison knew there was no going back…

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They had agreed to meet at her house. They'd take a taxi and head to the hotel. Addison hadn't wanted to make Zed wait there, not wanting anyone giving him a hard time. It might also have been because she liked being the focus of his attention. If so, then she wasn't telling.

Addison was ready, coat and all when Zed rang the doorbell. She double checked that she had her phone and keys before she answered the door. Zed stood on her porch with his usual dark grey coat. Underneath he wore a lighter grey suit with a deep maroon shirt and a black tie. His hair was neat, but still very him. He was handsome. The cut of his suit might have said Seabrook but everything else about him screamed zombie. Her zombie.

AZAZAZ

Zed was nervous as he walked to the door, reminding him of the first time he'd come by this house. He'd been convinced he was setting himself up for heartbreak. Today, he was confident. The girl of his dreams liked him back. Pulling at his suit lapel, Zed took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. It didn't take long for Addison to open the door. She was a vision in white. Her hair was curled; years of clumsily chopping it to fit under a wig had left uneven layers but the curls hid it nicely. Along with her snow-white curls, Addison was wearing a long white coat, a cloak really, that fell almost to the ground. All Zed could see of her dress was a stripe of light-grey fabric or was it silver? Her makeup was definitely silver, paired with a maroon lipstick he knew was an exact match to his shirt.

"You're beautiful, Addie."
"It's just my coat." She chuckled, shaking her head in amusement.
"Well, to be fair, I always think you're beautiful." Zed pushed back a stray curl behind her ear. "I'm glad you kept it natural; white suits you."

Addison smiled at him, and he just couldn't resist it anymore. Zed lowered his head and captured her lips with a chaste kiss. Despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to devour her, they were still at her front porch. He also knew that if they got started now, chances were they would never make it to the Gala. He pulled back and tenderly caressed her cheek. Addison looked about to protest until their taxi pulled up. Instead, Zed offered her his arm. She took it with another of her soft smiles.

The taxi driver tensed when he noticed he was a zombie and Zed braced himself for a fight – verbally or physically. Nevertheless he opened the car door for his date, helping her sit before closing the door. The politeness seemed to be enough for the cabbie who didn't say anything when Zed sat in the back. Addison gave him their destination and off they went.

The drive was short, not that anything was ever far in Seabrook. After thanking and paying the driver, Zed opened the door for Addison again who giggled.

"Aren't you the gentleman tonight!?"
"You deserve to feel like a queen tonight, Addie."

Addison bit down on her lip, quickly letting go when he realized that she would ruin her lipstick. That man was perfect. She let him lead her up the hotel's stairs and to the coat check. Asking her if she needed help, she waved him off to take off his coat while she took care of her own. The coat check attendants noticed her dress first, the shocked expression on their face quite satisfying. Zed's reaction, the one she was dreading most, didn't disappoint.

AZAZAZ

Zed didn't know what he was expecting, but that definitely wasn't it. When he turned around and caught sight of Addison, Zed forgot everything … starting with breathing. By the time his brain was back online, he was aware of three things.

One. His mouth was open and he was seconds away from drooling.
Two. His pants were getting uncomfortably tight.
Three. His zombie was riled up and begging him to mark Addison as their mate.

She really was a sight to behold. Her gown was a statement, there was no point in denying it. It had a tasteful plunging neckline that stopped right between her breasts and a flowy skirt. The base of the dress was light grey, not quite silver, just like his own suit. Even though it was a few shades too dark, it could have blended for the night on its own … if not for the detailing. The bodice as well as the top of the skirt was overlaid with lace and beading in maroon with emerald accents spreading out from her waist.

It was better than the green dress, it was maybe even better than Addison wearing his clothes. This was Addison publicly embracing Zed's culture, not just expecting him to fit into hers. Her mother was certain to have a few choice words about it. She could get lost for all he cared because Addison chose him.

"Good surprise?" Addison blushed brightly under Zed's intense staring.

Zed wrapped an arm around her waist, relishing the feel of her skin through the open back of the dress. He pulled her close.

"The best! You look delicious, gorgeous." He whispered.

Addison beamed at him, her hand coming up to brush the fine hair by his ear.

"I was hoping you'd like it," she admitted.
"Zylvia?"
"I tried it on when we went for your suit. I went back yesterday. I was hoping she'd still have it."
"That explains why my suit is darker today."
"My other dress was silvery blue. Zylvia wanted to make sure you matched this one."
"We're the perfect pair."
"I know. Come on, let's go give my mom a heart attack before most of the guests arrive."

With those words, reality snapped back into place and Zed realized they were still standing in front of the coat check. He sent an apologetic smile to the attendants and offered his arm to Addison once more.

They made their way to the ballroom, Addison leading them to their table. Her mother was nowhere to be seen, but her father leaned on a chair with both hands, talking to someone she recognized vaguely as working at City Hall. Addison knew the exact moment her father realized she'd arrived, the double-take he made when he realized that indeed it was his daughter in that gown, was cartoonish. To her surprise, he started laughing, even snorting at one point. She frowned and looked at Zed who shrugged as if to say: he's your dad. When Dale finally gained control over his laughter, he leaned in to hug his daughter, shaking his head with undisguised amusement.

"I suppose your mom hasn't seen you, yet?"

Addison hmphed and her dad chuckled. He turned to Zed and extended his hand. In disbelief, Zed shook it more out of habit than anything else. Was it the same man that yelled at him just a week ago?

Addison smiled at the two men in her life. Maybe her dad could change. Suddenly confident she could leave them alone without bloodshed, she excused herself to go to the ladies' room. Maybe they could have an actual conversation while she was gone.

Both men watched her leave. Zed shifted his weight from one leg to another and back again. Obviously feeling the awkwardness, the woman who'd been talking to Addison's father excused herself. Alone together, neither spoke for the longest time.

"That's one hell of a statement, kid."
"Chief?"
"I know my daughter's particular brand of stubbornness, Zed. She gets it from my wife, you know."
"I can see that."
"This is only the second time she's openly going against her mother's wishes."
"Um… I'm sorry?" Zed hesitated.
"Don't. I owe you an apology for the way I behaved." Addison's father admitted.
"Sir?" Zed's heart was thundering.
"I've only seen the worst out of zombies … not that's any excuse. It clouded my judgment. I was afraid of Addison getting hurt. I was wrong."
"Thank you, Chief."
"You make my daughter happy Zed." He smiled wistfully, looking halfway lost in his memories. "Happier than she has ever been, really. What more could I ask for?"

Zed's throat tightened painfully. It was clear that the mayor hadn't informed her husband of her thoughts on the matter.

"She makes me really happy too, sir."
"I think we can drop the formalities. Call me Dale."

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When Addison came back to the table, her father and Zed were seated and engaged in a heated conversation about football. Containing a giggle, Addison poked Zed's side. He greeted her with a wide grin and pulled her by the hand towards him. She settled effortlessly in his lap, as if they'd practised it a thousand times before. Even though it was silly, Addison straightened her back with pride. Everything about Zed and her came easy as breathing. She was content to let her dad and her boyfriend carry the conversation, interjecting every once in a while. She'd been cheering at football games long enough to have a better than average knowledge of the sport.

Of course, the peacefulness didn't last long. Zed's hand tightened around her waist. She followed his gaze. Her mother was crossing the room in long strides. Thankfully the ballroom had started filling up, meaning she couldn't make a scene without embarrassing herself. That fact more than anything reassured Addison. Her mother would never forsake her perfect image, let alone over her choices of dresses and dates. However, as she got closer, there was no doubt that she was seething. Zed swore under his breath and helped Addison to her feet, the two of them turning to greet the mayor. Dale moved to intercept his wife, but she was faster and avoided his stretched arm with ease.

"Addison!" She hissed through the perfectly white teeth of a feign smile. "I thought you had decided to wear the silver dress we bought together this summer."
"It wasn't quite the right fit anymore. Don't you like this one?"

Missy Wells pursed her lips in distaste.

"This year is Icy Wonderland, dear." She chided.
"Greyish silver for Icy, red and green for Christmas." Addison countered innocently.
"Hmph. It's very … unusual."
"Thank you! I got it in Zombietown."

Missy's breath caught in her throat, and she took a moment to be grateful that she hadn't been drinking. Surely choking on her champagne in public would be most undignified. She sent a thinly veiled glare in Zed's direction.

"Really? Have we Zed to thank for this, then?"

Zed almost held his hands up in the air to placate the woman, but little voices at the back of his mind—his zombie and something that sounded scarily exactly like Eliza—managed to stall that instinct. Addison didn't try to hide her eyeroll.

"It was a surprise."
"A great one." Zed piped up. "She looks ravishing, don't you think."

If eyes could kill, Zed would surely have died a bloody death. Instead Missy looked pointedly between the two young adults. Zylvia had really done a magnificent job. No one could ignore the way Addison and Zed matched. Speechless and cornered, she reverted to the role of the perfect host. As the host, Missy couldn't just ignore the rest of her guests. She turned on her heels with a huff and walked away. Dale followed after his wife, winking at his daughter to let her know he'd try and defuse the situation.

"Holy Z, Addie! Your mom is worse than a pack of wolves."
"I'm not going to fight you on this one." Addison laughed. "Come on, I still have to mingle and I'm not suffering alone."

AZAZAZ

To Addison's delight, the evening had progressed smoothly. While Zed and her dress earned her a few raised eyebrows, only a couple disapproval looks were sent their way. Dinner had been pleasant enough if not made ridiculous by the way her mother avoided talking to either of them. Not that it showed since the rest of their table was captivated by Zed's funny stories about his friends or the football team. By the time the dancing had begun, she could have bet that he'd charmed 90% of the people she'd introduced him to, all thanks to his quick wit and charming smile.

Every year, Addison looked at the dancers with longing. She loved to dance, but Warner had hated it and she had always resigned herself to a short dance at the end of the night. She knew she could have asked Bucky, but he'd only pity his baby cousin the entire time. It wouldn't be unlike him to hold it over her head for a while anyway. It defeated the purpose of enjoying herself. A familiar grey hand appeared in her line of sight. She couldn't help the smile spreading across her lips while she turned to look at her boyfriend.

"Addie, may I have this dance?" He asked, still holding out his hand.

Addison's heart quickened. She gracefully placed her hand in his and let him lead her onto the dancefloor. She wasn't surprised to find that he was a skilled dancer. The grace on the football field and at zombie mashes easily transferred on the dancefloor. Never once did he step on her toes or stumbled. He kept with the mu and moved around gracefully, leading her with the type of quiet ease that came with practice. They danced to the music in a comfortable silence for many songs.

"Thank you." Addison said.
"What for?"
"Being here with me. Dealing with my parents. Dancing."
"Dancing is great. Your dad likes me at least. And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

Addison's cheeks were suddenly dusted with soft pink.

"I mean it, Addie. Why wouldn't I want to spend as much time with you as possible? Especially when you're so dazzling."
"Zed…"
"I mean this dress is a work of art, I'll admit it. There's only one way it could look any better." Zed made her twirl.
"Oh, really? How is that?" Addison questioned with a raised eyebrow as he caught her.

Zed dipped her and brought her back up to his chest. He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of her ear and delivered his next words.

"On the floor of my bedroom."

Addison burned red from the roots of her hair to the column of her necks. It was such a bad pick-up line, yet it rekindled the heat inside of her. She knew he was teasing her, making good on his earlier promise. The song now over, he led her off the dancefloor.

"So, am I playing my cards right?" He smirked.
"Someone understood the assignment." She admitted.

He laughed and brought her closer for a hug which she returned happily.

AZAZAZ

Zed was once again left behind as Addison needed to use the lady's room. She'd gone with a girl from the cheer squad whose parents donated to the mayor's campaign every election. As it turned out, Celia was the senior who had accidentally pulled Addison's wig off that fateful day. The girl had been apologetic and was obviously still feeling guilty about it. Addison had reassured her with a smile and hug, telling her that her life had changed for the better since then.

Zed would have believed he'd imagine the way Addison had glanced at him if not for the once-over Celia gave him. On the outside, he was cool as a cucumber; but on the inside, his zombie was puffing his chest and preening. The girls had excused themselves and had left their respective boyfriends together. Leonard was a cool guy, if a little shy compared to his peppy girlfriend. Celia and he made for an outwardly strange pair, yet it was obvious they loved each other really much. The conversation was stilted, and for once it wasn't because Zed was a zombie. They stumbled over conversation topics. Leonard wasn't big on football; he was more of a baseball guy; Zed was more of a pop music guy and Leonard was into rock. After a while, they managed to find a common interest through classes they had both taken as well as cheesy horror movies.

Just as Zed was starting to wonder where the girls were, Celia came back in a hurry. She was trying to look as if she wasn't running, but her demeanour gave her away: from the stride of her steps to the way she was holding her skirt up and away from her feet. No Addison. Zed was moving before he could register it. He met Celia halfway. She grabbed his hand.

"I didn't think he was going to show up."
"Who?"
"Warner."

Zed felt the growl building in his chest. He breathed in, keeping not only the sound, but his zombie at bay.

"She said everything was fine, but I had a bad feeling. So I came to get you."
"Where is she?"
"By the bathrooms."

That was all he needed to hear. Hurrying up, which was easy when you were as tall as he was, Zed all but ran to Addison. He'd have run, but he didn't have the time to get into it with Addison's mother if she decided to make a scene… at least no until he was sure his mate was safe.

AZAZAZ

Despite Celia being the one to turn her world upside down, Addison found herself greatly enjoying her company. She was outgoing and had a sarcastic sense of humour that was rather out of place in Seabrook. Maybe it was one of the reason Addison liked her so much. Still laughing at a joke, they were both laughing as they exited the bathroom when Addison walked straight in the person she wanted to see the least.

"Warner."
"Addison."
"What are you doing here?"
"Really? Why shouldn't I be here? My family has always attended your mother's galas. We attended to last year's gala together."
"Well, I've got better company this year." Addison crossed her arms and jutted her hip out.
"Him? He doesn't belong here. I belong here."
"So does he. At the very least, he dances with me."
"Dancing? I've been watching you. Sitting on his lap, kissing his cheek…"
"Addison?" Celia asked. Something about this guy had always rubbed her the wrong way. "Maybe we should go back in."
"This doesn't concern you." Warner barked at her.
"Addison?" Celia repeated, pointedly ignoring Warner's tantrum.
"I'm fine. I'll meet you back inside."

Celia looked between the two of them, clearly not sold on the idea of leaving Addison with Warner. She finally nodded and headed back inside the ballroom. She didn't care what Addison said, she was going to find Zed.

"What's your problem, Warner?"
"You really have to ask?"
"I'm asking, aren't I?"
"He's a zombie, Addison."
"So what? I don't care."

Warner took a step closer, breaking into her personal space. Addison tensed, physically fighting the urge to step back. She wasn't going to let him intimidate her. He had done enough of that in the past.

"He's dangerous!"
"No, he's not! You don't know him."
"He's a fucking zombie, Addison. I don't need to know him. What could you possibly see in him?"
"Well, he's a better person than you, for starters."
"Person? He's not human!"
"You don't say." Her voice was dripping sarcasm.
"You could do much better than him."
"You mean like you?"
"Of course! I mean he's basically a walking cadaver."

Addison stared at Warner in shock. He had never cared for zombies, but it was the first time she heard him use such language.

"You're such an asshole!"

Deciding there would be no reasoning with him, Addison tried to push past him. Warner grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. She yelped, stumbling as she tried to regain her balance on 3-inch heels.

"Unless that's what you like." He spat through clenched teeth.
"Let me go, Warner." Addison warned him, trying in vain to free her wrist.
"That's it, isn't it? You like the dead type. Tell me, did you kiss him? Make out with him? Did you let him fuck you?"

Addison glared at a point over his shoulder and refused to meet his eyes. It was none of his business. A cruel smirk appeared on Warner's face.

"You did. I bet he even told you that you were a good fuck! He probably did. Just to keep fucking you. In zombie standards you're probably a good lay." He taunted her.
"Stop it." She demanded.
"Why? Can't face the truth? You're mediocre at best, Addison."

She wanted to cry. Damn Warner for playing right into her insecurities. She swallowed tightly but couldn't utter a single word.

"Come on, Addison. Just break up with him, you'll never do better than me. And I'm willing to take you back if you apologize."

When she didn't speak, he increased the pressure on her wrist. Addison flinched at the pain.

"Let her go."

The voice was loud, but not a scream. It was made of steel and let no place for negotiation. Warner and Addison turned. He tensed. She felt nothing but relief. It was Zed. Of course, it was. Even in the shadow where he stood, her entire being recognized him.

Addison sent a mental thanks to Celia. She tried to smile at Zed, reassuring him that she was fine and trying to convey how glad she was to see him. Zed, however, wasn't looking at her. His eyes were glued to Warner. Specifically, to the hand still clutching her wrist in the air as if he could burn a hole through its fingers.

"I said let her go."
"It's none of your business, brain eater."

Zed didn't react to the insult, but he did step closer to them. As he drew closer, Addison noticed it the changes right away; the skin around his eyes, the dark veins popping on his hands and even the way his breaths were deeper. She felt anxiety spiking through her body. Not for her. Never. She was worried about him and whatever had made him lose control.

He wasn't. Losing control, that is. Addison finally caught a glimpse of his Z-band's screen, and it was glowing its usual green. As the dark veins crawled up Zed's neck, Addison's breathing fastened. Her. It was her. It made sense. His zombie only came out for her.

"Zed. I'm okay. I swear."
"Addiska?" He asked gruffly.

There it was. The last sign of Zed's zombie being out. Addison's smile was soft.

"I'm good." She assured him.

"Gross."

Both Zed and Addison's head swivelled back to Warner. He was sneering at them.

"That's what you like?" Warner continued, shaking her from where he still held her wrist. "Not being truly alive isn't enough for you? He's an animal, a feral beast."

The growl came at the same time as Addison made her move. Before either boy knew it, Warner was on the ground, curling into himself with pain.

"I've told you before, the only thing more deadly than my high kick is my low kick."

Addison stepped over a moaning Warner and right into Zed's waiting arms. After a long hug, she pulled back a little, and placed a hand on Zed's face. Staring into his eyes, she knew he wasn't completely back in charge yet.

"Hey. I need to talk to all of my boyfriend." She whispered.

Zed growled a little, but Addison could see the zombie part of him releasing control. With one last headshake, Zed's eyes were clear. He looked horrified. Before she could ask, a heartless laugh came from the prone form on the floor.

"Ain't that fucking sweet. The walking dead imprinted on a human girl."
"What are you talking about?" Addison asked, turning to look at her ex-boyfriend.
"Addie, let's just go." Zed pleaded with her.

The little voice in Addison's mind was back. She looked from both men; indecision plainly written over her face. In the end, she let go of Zed to look at Warner.

"What are you talking about?" She repeated.
"He hasn't told you, has he?"
"Warner!"

Behind Addison, Zed was experiencing a fight or flight response. All of his instincts wanted him to run because if Warner told her, it was over anyway. But the biggest part of him, the one that was completely intertwined in Addison couldn't just leave her with the man who had been hurting her just seconds before. The latter part won.

"Zombies are nothing but animals, Addison. Once they've chosen one of their potentials as their mate… Rumour has it that they mate for life. And when I say mate, I mean mate. Like animals. Zombied out sex and biting."
"Stop lying."
"I'm not. Only a question of time before he goes feral and bites you."
"St … Stop lying." Addison stuttered. That couldn't be right. She could trust Zed. So what if he'd been a little more zombied out while they were intimate?
"Why don't you ask him?" Warner snarled.

Addison turned to Zed. He never looked so small to her before. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he wouldn't make eye contact with her.

"Zed?"

Addison hated how small and begging her voice was. Zed looked up for a fleeting moment.

"He's not lying."

Someone told me that the way I separate time skips doesn't show here the way it does on A03. So I fixed it manually in this one. Hopefully, it makes your reading easier.

I don't remember how many times I've actually rewrote this chapter. I just couldn't get it right. I settled on bits and pieces, moments. I've edited this, but I was in hurry to post it, because it will be a month tomorrow.

I'm sorry about the wait and I hope this chapter was worth it! Please let me know what you thought of this chapter or drop me an emoji. Those are always fun! What do you think Addison's reaction will be like?