Mascara Decade (Around The Angels Wings)

Chapter Nine: Ｍｅｌｏｄｙ

Once they pulled up to the house, Tom got out of the car and looked around to stop as he watched Elder H.R stomping towards Duncan's house. His home wasn't even a house, it was messy, disgusting, and overly dirty with a scent of a gentleman's club.

"Hey! You fat Baba, You're not gonna just Beat a man and just be a fucking pervert! Your mama didn't raise a pussy!" She yelled at the high man, who was sitting on the broken rocking chair.

"Where did ya get those clothes huh? Did ya get it from the Hand me down store that's across the street from the Hotel?" She confronted the stoned out man. "Are you fucking stroking my dick right now?! Who the hell are you?" He growled as he immediately stood up and leaned against the wall, holding himself up.

"I'm ya Mama's friend, H.R!" She yelled angrily, crossed her arms "Why are ya smoking fucking weed?!". "Oh shut the fuck up! Smoking Cannabis is my new life! I fuck bitches, smoke, steal from their families, and drink alcohol! So fucking what?! Who ya gonna show me...?" He stopped as he suddenly glanced over and saw his Ex boyfriend walking with his friends towards them.

"You've gotta be joking, The Roacha from fucking Irvine! What a fucking Surprise, how have you been—!" Duncan suddenly saw Tom holding Zack closer to him "He's not up for grabs, Knot head." The man glared at him, studying his lazy posture. "Oh? So, that's why you disappeared from me? To be with a dumb Havard student?! He's a Playboy!" He chuckled as he crossed his arms.

"Leave them alone! What got you acting like a bitch to other people who are not even like you?!" Elder H.R said, taking a few steps back. "Isn't it obvious, oldie? Orange County People like myself don't trust him, Zack deserves to be with me instead of a Harvard graduate, a middle class black playboy." Duncan smiled as he raised a middle finger at Tom, who was still glaring at him with rage slowly building.

"What? You think that was funny? You just insulted him, and expect me to laugh?" Zack said coldly, slowly taking a few steps towards Duncan, Making Tom catch up to him. "Oh, Now you're protecting him? Why didn't you do that when I was with you?! I protected you, gave you respect and you said I was being abusive." The man slammed down his glass beer bottle and jumped off the wooden platform of his front porch, slowly walking towards Zack "You have a lot of nerve calling me a toxic person when your Daddy wasn't even better!".

Zack's blood immediately turned cold, walking away from Duncan "Don't bring my Father into this! You never met him, Duncan!". The high man began laughing hysterically, grabbing Zack's arm tightly "Oh I can bring him into this now, you can't tell me I can't now!". Tom immediately felt his blood boiling, Grabbing and snatching his hand away from Zack's "Don't touch him, you maniac!".

Tim and Brad felt uncomfortable but continued to watch the two protecting each other from the Drugged up individual "Orange County was a shithole! Why do people look up to you as some celebrity? You never gave me love, respect nor protection. You're a piece of shit, that's all you are." Zack sighed deeply, hugging himself to not show weakness towards Duncan.

"That's it? A piece of shit, huh?" Duncan began "Well, how about I show who the real piece of garbage is—!" He grabbed Zack's hair and pulled him towards him, chuckling like a killer. Tom took a few steps back before he decided to stop the fight, grabbing a rock and aiming it towards Duncan, who was 5'10"- 6'1".

Before Tom could throw it at him, Duncan was hit at the back of the head by a Frying pan, making him let go of Zack and falling onto the ground. Zack glanced over and saw Elder H.R running towards Duncan and picking him up "Go! Go inside and lock your doors! I'll see y'all later!".

Later that day, Tom laid down on the uncomfortable bed and glanced at the ceiling. Zack knocked on the opened door and blushed slightly, rubbing his hands "Uhm..Tom? Mind if I..sleep in your room tonight?".

The leader picked his head up and got up, confused by the decision "Oh? I thought you were fine sleeping by yourself tonight?". "Well..I thought since after that problem with Duncan that maybe I should be in here with you for..comfort.".

"Comfort..huh? Sure come on in and lay next to me or I guess sit next to me, Zacky. I'm gonna be watching Television." Tom chuckled, patting the bed down with his hand, letting him get on it.

Zack got comfortable sitting next to him, watching an old Nineteen eighties Drama. As the night slowly built in, he rested his head onto Tom's shoulder, which he noticed but laughed it off "I guess you're tired, wanna go to bed?". Zack sighed deeply, yawning softly "M' Not that tired, Tom..". "You can barely get a word spoken, so let's just sleep." Tom chuckled, pulling the blanket to cover both of their bodies "Fine..we can go get rest.." Zack whispered softly, wrapping his arms around Tom's chest and fell asleep, making the man smile softly as he hugged him back "Good night to you too, Zackary.".