Zaaron (Ghost Adventures Aaron and Zak Fanfiction)

Ghost Sadventures

**It's been three years since my last update. So we're doing a time jump. I think it's hilarious writing these and other people seem to enjoy them too hehehe**

Two Years since the manifestation of Jasper

"Yo, Zak," the low and gruff tone of Aaron startles Zak from his thoughts of the past two years-the loss of his child after a gnarly exorcism, the loss of Jay, a vital crew member, and now, the loss of Aaron's love-yet he still remains and says, "Check this out, we got an email from a fan. They say their apartment in Washington is haunted. They said their dog will stare into the bathroom for hours on end without moving. What do you think?"

Zak shrugs.

"Come on dude, I know you're bummed out, but we promised each other to keep it low, pro, and fessional. Where's my best friend? Cause this ain't him."

"I know, I'm sorry," Zak says, "There's other things on my mind too though dude."

"Like what?"

"Like how we're supposed to make a good show without Jay. He's off doing Ghost Guru or whatever and now we're one man down. All because of me."

"But...bro...we've been doing the show without him for two year now."

Zak stand abruptly slamming his hand on the desk in front of him. "SPIT ON A SPIRIT AND CALL ME SANTA AARON. Don't you understand? Our ratings have gone down drastically since he left."

"They've only gone down barely .1%..."

"But they're still going DOWN!"

"More than you went down on me..." Aaron mutters.

"What was that?" Zak says.

"Nothing..."

"No bro, say it. But before you say it and spray it and fumigate it take a look in the mirror at your big bald egotistical head and tell me where I asked for your comments on our sexy times together. I was a knockout every time and you know it!"

"I know, I'm just-"

"Just what?! Just gonna sit there and tell me to get it together then say stuff like that bro? Not cool dude, not cool." Zak sits back down in a huff.

"It's not you Zak, it's me..."

"It's everything. It's just...nothing feels right man."

A cold silence lingers before the two bros. Memories swirl in both their heads of times spent caressing each other in hidden affairs, greasing their bodies with the skin of KFC chicken, the spirits that guided them to ultimate nirvana–it was all hitting them both. 

"Then why not change it!" Aaron declares, "Why not switch things up and go to this girl in Washington? I think a new and fresh take on our old show will bring our ratings up substantially. Besides, I think this girl is famous."

"Really? What's her name?"

"Chloe...Chloe Moonwater?"

"WHAT? The Chloe Moonwater?" Zak exclaims.

"Wait, who is that?"

Zak stands in a frenzy explaining, "Chloe Moonwater is the originator of Pomeranians in Paradise, the super hip club in Bora Bora made exclusively for the most ELITE Pomeranian owners!"

"Uh...and what does that have to do with anything?"

"No, you don't understand. The place where the club is sits on tribal land that is said to the be the single handed most haunted location...in the WORLD! But Chloe refuses to let just anyone investigate it. This is probably her trying to reach out, to test us! Aaron, this is it, this is our biggest break yet!"

Aaron stands in excitement and without thinking his lips join Zak's. They don't pull apart, as much as they know they should, Zak kisses back. And oh, the taste is so familiar. It had been one month, three days, thirteen hours and forty minutes since they last kissed–not that either had been counting. Aaron's lips taste like the barbecue chips he had been eating early–their tang and sweetness a reminder of all of Aaron's succulent tastes. Zak, on the other hand, tasted like cherry lip balm, the kind he buys in secret at Claire's. But he has no shame in the kiss. He lets the flavors combine and the whirl around them creates a chasm of energy that only the two could have together.

We don't need Jay, Zak thinks, as long as we have each other, we can do anything.

**sorry it's short I highly doubt anyone will read this and i'm just having a laugh at 1 am writing this**