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

Chapter Sixty-Three.

Chapter Sixty-Three! So close to the end!

This is a long one! Long-ish, anyway :)

Hope you like it!

Please vote, comment and let me know what you think!

Enjoy!<3

**

It felt like my reflection was stuck frozen, watching me judgementally as I pulled my dress over my head.

I leaned forward to gain a closer look at my appearance, scrutinising every inch and, as always, being overly-critical. With it being the first time in weeks that I'd worn makeup, and the first time I'd done something with my hair other than wash it, brush it, tie it up, I'd expected to be a little more satisfied with the way I looked than what I actually was. I just couldn't bring myself past how exhausted and beaten down I constantly looked under the cover of the makeup I had slapped on. I drew back from the glass and heaved a sigh, drawing a layer of red lipstick onto my lips.

"Who do you think you're kidding?" I openly asked my reflection, and then shrugged at my own question and snickered to myself. In this frame of mind, it was going to be a long day.

"Midge?" Zacky's voice called from the bedroom. "Did you say something?"

"Talking to myself," I replied. I turned from side to side, smoothing the dark green dress over my scrawny body and grimacing; you've really got to stop skipping meals, I told myself.

"You ready to head over to the Sanders' house?" Zacky's voice was suddenly closer. The sound of his shoes against the wooden floor carried through to the bathroom, and he stopped in the bathroom doorway, peering in at me and blinking. "...Wow."

My cheeks immediately reddened. "...Wow what?"

He stepped in, reaching down to pull me closer, and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. "You're beautiful."

"Careful. You'll ruin my make up," I laughed coyly, ducked my head. "Okay, I'm ready."

With a grin, he took my hand and led me out of the room. I watched the way he walked as I followed him - the way he bounced around on his feet like a child on Christmas morning. I so badly wanted to match his excitement and his enthusiasm, but all I currently felt was nerves and anxiety. There was going to be a lot of people - something that never used to bother me at all. And yet now, I worried about that feeling of suffocation returning. When Zacky turned to grin at me, I quickly forced a smile.

"It's your first Thanksgiving," He pointed out, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. "Are you excited?"

"Of course..." I lied, allowed myself to be pulled gently down the stairs.

As we wandered into the kitchen, I studied the array of food we'd stayed up late to cook - our contribution to all the food, as Zacky had told me, that would already be there. It seemed that maybe I could make up for all my skipped meals today. I got started on covering the containers and packing them tightly, suddenly aware of how hungry I was.

"I see you eyeing that cheesecake," Zacky joked. "C'mon, let's get all of this in the car and head on over."

It was my first laugh of the day that was genuine. I piled my arms with as many containers as I could carry and followed Zacky out to his car where the two of us proceeded to fill the trunk with the food we'd made. Once we were all set, I climbed in as Zacky locked the house up, and my eyes studied the street nervously. I hated being on my own nowadays.