NO WAY IN HELL! (P2) - Gothic Trauma

NO WAY IN HELL! p2: Gothic Trauma - Chapter Nine

Zim Zum/Timothy's POV:

Before I left my home I promised myself I'd go there, get the rehearsal done, and leave. I'd had enough of fucking around with Brian and a few of the attitudes that the boys sometimes had. Ginger for example, his tough exterior and absolutely ridiculous show he puts on when he's drunk off the whiskey he keeps under his eye 24/7.

But when I saw nearly all the boys, I couldn't help but let the emotions slip.

When I had gotten into the changing room, Kenneth was standing there crying, and I was listening in the whole time.

He had only just found out that Daisy left, and it brang a cloud of guilt over my head the whole day.

I pulled out of the hug that Jeordie and I were in and I held his face with both hands and smiled, his tear stained cheeks gleaming from the ceiling lights.

"God you've changed man, hell" I shook my head in disbelief. He frowned all of a sudden and asked me how.

I only shrugged. "Where's all that confidence and cockiness from High School aye buddy?" I chuckled and patted his hip gently.

But he only groaned even more, and looked to his feet which he shuffled nervously. I brang my finger up to his chin for him to look at me.

"Jeordie, what's wrong" I asked with up most seriousness. Something's wrong and I haven't been notified.

Something's happened.

Jeordie continued to stare straight past me, but eventually his eyes flickered back to me. The hurt and pain in his eyes evident, I was nearly thrown back by how much he looked like he had been hiding beneath those chocolate brown eyes of his.

The lights started to dim, due to minimal movement. Pogo had left a while ago, and it was just us.

The whole while I watched Jeordie's eyes flick to my own, then to my lips, and then back again.

My hand remained on his hip bone, and his remained on mine. And very slowly, our faces became closer together, and I could feel my nose only very lightly touch his.

My heart rate picked up instantly, and my breathing became heavier as I began to lean in closer, but I pulled back immediately as soon as the lights became their brightest, and a voice boomed.

"Timothy!!"

I sighed in frustration, but we didn't get caught.

I turned around and met eyes with Brian, then I looked back at Jeordie, who had stepped back from me and shrunk down, trying to make sure he doesn't seem noticeable.

I turned around to Brian and crossed my arms. "We gonna get to work or what?" I raised an eyebrow at him as I spoke.

He rolled his shoulders and stood bit closer to me, and my spine shivered.

"Watch your tone" he warned, his once warm brown eyes, now covered with thin layers of artificial plastic, stared straight deep down into my own.

He glanced behind me to Jeordie.
"Twiggy, lets go." He stated firmly, and in almost an instant, Jeordie scampered behind Brian as soon as his back was turned, only looking back once to give an apologetic look at me.

Brian's done something. Somethings happened and I'm not sure what.

~~~Few hours later~~~

I breathed a sigh of relief as the rehearsals were finally over.

I wiped my forehead with my bare arm, and spat a mouth of saliva onto the stage.

I've forgotten of how long we'd been rehearsing, and I can certainly say, we're definitely going to be ready for tonight.