Mascara Decade (Around The Angels Wings)

Chapter Eight: 𝕸𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖆!

"We're here guys, The diner!" Tom Said with a soft smile, getting out of the car to open it for Tim on the right side of the car. "..Seriously? Do we have to go meet the quirky grandma?" Brad groaned as he got out of the car and walked over to Tim and Tom.

"Shut up, Brad. The elderly woman isn't all that scary, she's kind!" Zack said, getting out of the car and walking up to him, nudging at his shoulders. "Yeah Brad! Stop being a Sad dad, Chad." Tim laughed as he began to walk up to the restaurant "Oh come on! Stop rhyming my name with random words!" He groaned angrily but Tom chuckled as he wrapped a hand around his shoulder "Hey, relax. Zack rhymed clue with glue once and now Tim is following his steps.".

"Not helping!" The man blurted out "Whatever..just letting you know." Tom smirked.

Once they found Elder H.R, they sat down with her, her mood changed from boredom to a smile. "Oh there ya are, Zacky! Welcome to Bakersfield, hope it ain't too much bloating for your stomach." She said with a toothy grin, making Zack confused about her tone but managed to shake her hand "See..I worked at the Morgue for 17 years and then a pathologist for 30 years, my wording may seem creepy but no worries about it, I'm doing mighty fine.".

Zack chuckled sheepishly "right..right.." he glanced over and saw Brad rolling his eyes at him. "Oh! And that reminds me, have ya heard about Duncan Knox? That bastard Skinhead owes me a lot! Saying his slurred words like a ugly mutt!" She rambled as she crossed her arms "Zacky..have you and him been together before? If so then let me tell ya, he's a fucking poison!".

His blood turned cold as he darted his eyes down "Yes..we broke up in nineteen ninety one. Our relationship with each other was just toxic and bloody! He would just call me a virgin when he didn't get his sexual ways or a dumb alien all because I wasn't his maid or servant!" Zack fidgeting his hands as he tried to not break down into tears in anger. Elder H.R gasped in shock, she felt offended by hearing what Duncan did in the past.

"And you've told someone right? Because I swear he's such a Baba and a pervert!" She asked. Zack shook his head "They'd not even believe me..he said. So, I didn't tell anyone. And besides, it was in Orange County..who would even believe an eighteen year old?".

Tim glanced over at Zack, softly smiling "I would!". "Timmy..look, I can't just do it!" The man put his head down and sighed deeply "it's just..too hard.". "Zacky. Look, if a man ever, ever, decides to hit ya, just call me and I'll make Sure that the bitch ends up on a morgue board." H.R glared at him with a stern look "Ya know what? Lemme call his mama, I swear..Trent is supposed to be his buddy that covers for him but nuh uh, he's too busy being a Weed Smoker and a fucking Dillhole to all the Goths around here." She groaned as she went into her bag and pulled out a Nokia 101 and began to put in a phone number for Duncan's mother.

Zack sighed deeply as he leaned against the cushion chair in the diner "Ugh..". "Well mother fucker ain't calling me back, what a pansy." H.R groaned, putting the phone back into her bag "Who's Trent?" Tom asked.

"Oh! Trent Reznor, The Twat that fucking does nothing and always come with bullshit to say to protect Duncan't." H.R crossed her arms "And by the way, after this..I'll confront Him about his fucking Neo skinhead beliefs and his stupid behavior because that Baba ain't touching you ever again, Zacky.".

Brad glanced at the elder "Finally, that man deserved to be punished.". Tom sighed and smiled fondly "Thank you, Mrs. H.R. Zack really needs it.". Grandma H.R nodded as she waved at the waiter "Hey, can ya get my friends a menu? They're newbies, so they don't know what to get here." She glanced at the men and back at the elder, nodding happily as she walked off.

Later that evening, Tim and Brad were walking to the car and getting in. Zack was walking next to Tom and glanced at him, he felt like his worries were gone and he was happy to be with him until Tom glanced back at him, noticing that he was looking at him, feeling embarrassed, they immediately turned away from each other and just got into the car.

Zack didn't know that he felt a connection with Tom, he didn't know if he should talk to him but tried to keep it in the closet. "So..what was the whole thing of looking at each other and turning away?" Tim asked curiously but was punched in the shoulder by Brad, scoffing at him "Oh..uhm..nevermind.".

"Oh..now that you asked, I have no idea what happened but don't worry. Zack's just nervous!" Tom glanced at him "right?" He asked with a soft smile, which got his attention "Oh! Uhm..yep extremely n-nervous!" He fidgeted his hands, chuckling sheepishly. "See, he's just nervous that he's confronting his Ex. I personally believe that he's not a tough guy but a clown with tattoos." Tom scoffed as he drove back to the house.

Tim and Brad glanced at each other, slowly coming up with conclusions about The leader and Zack "Look..I think Tom and Zack are slowly building feelings for each other." Tim whispered to Brad, who was glaring at him "Dork. That at least has to be fake, Zack and Tom are in a Platonic friendship. How would you even know?".

"Let's bet, if Zack and Tom get together then give me at least fifteen bucks." The man chuckled softly "Fine, but if they don't? Give me five bucks." Brad smirked.

"Deal, Chad." Tim teased, nudging at Brad's shoulder "Whatever, Timmy Turkey." The man rolled his eyes.