That night, Zen could hardly sleep a wink and every time he did manage to drift off he was startled awake by vivid nightmares, so when the first rays of sunshine began to reach out to him from over the horizon, he gave a loud groan and sluggish rose to his feet.
"No Zen! You gotta wake up! Today's the big day!" he mentally scolded himself, slapping his cheeks several times in an attempt to wake himself up. Heading into the kitchen, he hurriedly started making himself some coffee, and as his drink brewed, he dashed into the hallway to check his bag one last time.
"Looks like everything is still here." he mumbled as he ran his fingers over the black suit he had found in his closet. Closing the satchel one more, he dashed back into the kitchen and guzzled the scalding hot coffee in a few ungentlemanly slurps before bolting back into his room and hurriedly changing.
After he had freshened up, the actor picked up with earpiece MC had delivered the day before and popped it into his ear, turning it on with a tap of his finger.
"Testing. Testing. One, two, three. Seven, can you hear me?" he said as he bent down to slip on his shoes and grab his bag.
"Loud and clear, buddy. You ready?" Seven chirped.
"No but that doesn't matter. You have the address for the chapel for me?"
"Yep. Your phone's GPS should be getting directions right about...now!"
On cue, Zen's phone gave a short hum, alerting him that the directions had successfully downloaded.
"Thanks Seven. I memorized most of the blueprint yesterday but I still might need your help if the navigating depending on the positioning of the security team."
"Gotcha. You have your change of clothes?"
"Yep. Anything else I should bring as well just in case?"
"Just the devilish charm that made Amy fall for you. Now get going! The wedding starts in twenty minutes and you're about fifteen to sixteen minutes away from the chapel if traffic flow is steady." Seven said.
"Roger that. Is MC here with the car?"
"Yep, so get going already!"
Smiling, Zen slung his bag over his shoulder and dashed out of the house, practically throwing himself into the backseat of MC's car as he chucked his phone into her lap.
"Drive, woman! Drive!" he exclaimed as he shut the car door and yanked the seatbelt across his lap.
MC didn't need to be told twice and slammed her foot down on the break, causing her and Zen to streak down the quiet street like two maniacs. Pulling a rather fast and sloppy turn, she leaped onto the main road and sped down it at a speed that was most likely illegal, switches lanes almost a dozen times as she tried to get around some slow moving trucks. Zen swore he saw his life flash before his eyes more than once but he was too busy replaying the plan over and over again in his mind to care much; besides, they were making great time and would probably make it to the chapel before the wedding even started. However, the sound of beeping horns and screeching tires hastily put an end to that fantasy as MC came to an abrupt stop, her car mere centimeters behind the bumper of the car in front of her.
"Crap! This road is backed up for at least a mile!" she groaned as she surveyed the row of almost completely still cars in front of her.
Zen cursed and hastily started to undo his seatbelt. "I can't wait that long. I'll just have to run."
"Hurry Zen! Going on foot will take a lot longer than driving!"
Jumping out of the car, Zen immediately sprinted down the sidewalk, causing heads to turn and whispers to erupt.
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Mystic Messenger: Losing the Script (Zen x OC)
FanfictionAmethyst "Amy" Hall is sick of her life. She is sick of having no voice. She is sick of her father running her life. She is sick of being manipulated like a puppet. She is sick of being seen as nothing more than a tool to further the success of her...
