I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay - (Jason/Zacky) Version Two.

Chapter Fifty-Eight.

Hiii, guys! Here's Chapter Fifty-Eight for you - hope you like it :) I finished writing this story completely today, so I'm super excited to post the rest of the chapters. There's exactly ten left!

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The mundane task of pouring out cups of coffee was made surprisingly excruciating by masses of excitable, screaming kids, and by the constant wave of lethargy that washed over me with every step I took, and by the pair of eyes that had been watching me from across the room since my shift at the diner had started that morning.

Halloween was supposed to be fun. I wanted to feel the excitement bubbling inside of me, wanted to share the constant rush of the enthusiasm that each kid walked around with that it was finally October 31st. Yet, right now, I couldn't quite get myself past my regret of agreeing to cover a shift today. It wasn't even that my desperation lay with an eagerness to leave work, dress up and celebrate the holiday by partying. My eagerness was definitely to leave work, dress in my pyjamas and clamber into bed. I grimaced at that thought; when had I become so boring?

Although, in my own defence, my lack of enthusiasm for the day merely lay with how I tired I was. Zacky rekindling his friendship with Gena had just been the start of two very stressful, very exhausting following weeks. Amongst trying to keep my true emotions at bay and not let on to how I really felt about this new-born friendship, Ronnie had had me running around like a pack mule and had been truly taking advantage of his power. Two weeks of being yanked around, left, right and centre, had me desperate to collapse anywhere and enter a deep sleep.

I reluctantly suppressed my urge to respond to a rude customer with words just as sharp as their own, and returned to my safe place behind the service counter. Anything that would make look busy was an absolute must; I started on the task of wiping down the countertop for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Even during that boring task, I couldn't stop my eyes wandering, and they shot straight back to the gaze in the corner of the diner that hadn't left me once.

Fraser sipped on a milkshake, the smirk on his face displaying his amusement towards my clear discomfort. He'd not yet made the move to come over and speak to me, and he seemed aggravated that it hadn't been me that had served him. I scowled and tried to brush him off, turning my back in his direction and glancing at the clock.

Five hours. I pinched the bridge of my nose, sucked in a slow, deep breath. Why did the end of my shift have to be so far away?

"Hey," A voice spoke from behind me, caused me to practically jump out of my skin.

I clenched my jaw as I turned to see Fraser leaning casually against the counter. He shot me a sly grin that made my skin crawl, slid his glass towards me.

"I'd like a refill," He announced. "Please."

I met his request with a tight, false smile that he saw right through and got a good laugh at. It was harder than I'd have liked to admit, as I handed the drink back to him and accepted his money, to hold back my urge to throw it in his face. His smile was smug and his eyes gleamed with mischief; they didn't leave me as he sipped at the straw.

"Do you really have nothing better to do than harass me at work all day?" I quietly demanded, quickly glancing around to make sure the conversation was solely between Fraser and I.

"Harass you?" He chuckled. "That's a bit strong, is it not? I prefer the term...accompanying."

"Well, whatever you want to call it," My jaw clenched, "I don't need your accompaniment. I don't need anything from you except for you to stay away from me whenever I'm not on one of Ronnie's pathetic little jobs."