Badboy and the emo reunite (BXB)

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Months later, finals are around the corner. I'm busy with school and Zane's busy taking online classes and doing music classes during the day. We try to have as many meals together as we can, but we always make sure to be there in time for bed. We have a ritual now. We must be there and ready to sleep by a certain time, if one of us comes home too late that person sleeps on the couch. So far, that rule has never been broken. When we're there on time, we get ready for bed together, maybe Netflix and chill, and other times we'll just talk.

Today, Zane broke it big time.

"Spill, where is he?" I say when John answers the phone.

"What?"

"Zane, where the hell is he? He's super fucking late."

"He's not at the bar, I would've seen him. Ask Ethan, good luck man."

I groaned but hung up and dialed for Ethan. The phone picks up right away.

"Yo, Shane, what's up?"

"Is Zane with you?"

"No, he's not. Why, did you have a fight or something?"

"No, we never fight. He's just gone, he hasn't shown up yet and he's very very late. I'm not mad anymore, now I'm just worried."

"Alright, I'll help you look for him alright? Have you called-"

"Yes, I called the bar. John said he hadn't seen him."

"Got it. I'll check the local bars, you check his local spots, alright? Don't worry too much, he's strong."

"I know he is, but I'm not.."

"Whatever you're thinking, it's not gonna happen. Let's hurry up and start looking. It's gonna be alright."

We looked for 2 hours until it was 2 in the morning John called me saying Zane showed up at the bar. Ethan was called over too. The moment I went to the bar I ran to the stairs, swiped my card, and was let in. I ran so fast, I never thought I could run like that. When I saw Zane sitting at the bar with his head in his hands, I turned him towards me and slapped his arm. Then, I cried and hugged him. He cried with me.

"Where the fuck were you?!" I yelled over the music, all he did was pull me closer.

"I love you, I love you so much," he cried into my shoulder. I looked at John, he gave me the same confused look.

"Can you get us a room?" I ask John, he nods and gives me a key

"Free of charge," he jokes lightly, I smile and accept the key. "Keep us updated."

I nodded and took Zane with me to our room. I unlocked the door and pulled us inside, I kicked the door closed behind me and pushed in the lock.

I push him to the sofa and turn the lights to a soft white instead of the pink they were currently at. I change the music from seductive rap to our soft rock playlist. I hope it'll help him calm down. I take off his jacket and walk to the mini fridge, I rummage around and find a small bottle of water. That's so John. He takes care of his people. I sit beside him, taking him into my arms.

"Zane, you need to tell me what happened tonight."

"I saw him."

"Him? Who's him? Baby, you're not making sense."

"Him," he mumbles the pulls out his phone. He opens his contacts and pressed call on "fucking ginger". He pressed speaker.

"Dude, it's almost 3 in the morning, what the fuck?" a voice I don't recognize answered.

"I saw him," Zane's voice shakes; I grab his free hand. "Him."

"Him? Dude, what?"

"42."

'Fucking Ginger' pauses, then suddenly there's a sigh and a curse. "42- the slasher?"

"42," Zane mumbles, then his hands go to his mouth as he gags. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Baby, calm down," I grab the water and pull it open. "It's okay, it's okay. You're safe here, Zane. Focus on me, and you'll be okay."

I rub his back and help him sip on water.

"Who's that?" 'Fucking Ginger' asks.

"I'm Shane, Zane's fiancé."

"Oh! You! The savior. Right, I know a lot about you from Zane, all he ever did was talk about you."

"Who's this?" I ask. "The contract says 'Fucking Ginger'."

"Of course it does."

"Wait, Ginger as in Ginger? You worked with Zane when he was Z, right?"

"Yeah. Be careful when saying that though. Where are you now?"

"At a bar. We are in a private room. Who is 42- the slasher? What the hell is going on?"

"42 almost killed Zane a few years back. The huge scar on Zane's side was from 42. Case 42 was a vicious drug addict, when he ran Zane chased him. He slashed Zane, and almost killed him."

Shane's eyes widen, "when I picked you up in the city, that was because of him?"

Zane looks up, "yeah, that's him."

"Did he say anything?" Ginger asks.

"He looked at my scar, and he had a wicked grin."

"You are sure it was him?"

"The hand scar was the same, and so was the neck. It was 42."

"All he did was grin?"

"You don't get it. He's going to come after me. He knows I'm alive still; he's going to take revenge. You didn't see the look he gave me. Shane," he grabs my hands. "I have to move out. I can't let you get hurt."

"Zane, you asshole," I push his hands off of mine. "You are not fucking leaving. No, we are NOT doing this again. How long are you gonna wait this time? 2 years? I couldn't even handle a year without you, fuck, I can't go a week without you! You are NOT doing this to me! I know you are scared, but you can't run away from me whenever things get hard."

"He's right Zane, stay put."

"But, what if he starts following me and he sees me with you? I can't do that to you Shane."

"Too bad babe, we're going to do this together. You are not running away from me again. Let's do online classes, let's stay home all day. Let's stay together at home if you are scared about this. Just, don't run away from me anymore. You should be leaning on me when you're scared, not leaving me."

Zane seems to have gotten the message because he grabs my shoulder and pulls me into a hug.

"Hey, if you need me do not hesitate to call me. I will be there to help you guys," Ginger says on the phone. "I can't leave now, but I'll catch up with you tomorrow. Send me your address and we can work out a plan tomorrow Zane. This is nothing new man, we've done worse missions before, we got this."

Zane lets go and turns to the phone, "Thanks G thank you."

"I got you man, tell me when and where and I'll be there."

"Thank you, Ginger," I speak into the phone. "We'll contact you tomorrow when Zane's calmed down."

"Alright, I'll cya man."

"Thanks, G, cya," Zane reached forward and ended the call. "I want to go home."

"Alright, baby, it's okay. Let's go home and rest."

"No couch tonight?" He tried to crack a sad joke.

I smiled and leaned toward him, then grabbed his face gently and kissed his forehead.

"No couch, you can sleep in the bed, Zane. Let's go, hun, we both need done sleep. We'll talk about everything coming in the future tomorrow. Let's just enjoy the rest of the night safe on our bed."

"I love you, Shane. Thank you little Emo."

"I love you, bad boy."

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