@ lorna morello.
Exhausted from the endless nagging the guitarist ran a hand through his tousled hair, his green eyes narrowed in annoyance. "I get it, Gen!" He finally snapped, putting an end to the mind-numbing rambling his partner was putting him through. Where did the two go wrong? At one point Zacky truly did care for the blonde, but now he couldn't bare to be around her longer than he had to. For an hour, possibly even long, his wife had been scolding him like a child because his bags hadn't been packed in a timely fashion - admittedly it was his fault, but Christ he didn't need her following him like his mother.
"Well you don't have to be a dick about it!" The blonde snapped back, turning to face her husband with nothing but irritation on her beautiful features. Not in the mood for another argument Zacky only gave a shake of his head, hoping it would ward her off for a while - just a few more hours and he would be free of her for four beautiful months. Halfheartedly the dark haired male muttered an apology as he continued with his packing, just wanting to finish so he could meet up with the boys. Hearing the soft jingle of his phone he hurriedly swiped up the piece of technology up from it's spot on the edge of his bed and couldn't help but grin at the simple message.
Audreigh.
He didn't know what it was about the girl, but she definitely had him hooked from day one.
Hey you, Nervously Zacky gave a look over his shoulder to make sure Gena was busying herself with folding laundry before continuing,
Can't wait to see you, love, I'm going mad. For a moment he self-consciously glanced over the short message before hitting the green send button. In a few hours he would finally be alone with Audreigh, no worries about Gena.
"Oh, love!" The shrill voice that his ears were beginning to loathe broke through the silence and he turned to face his wife with a quirked eyebrow - urging her to continue. "Lin, mentioned how dull she found the whole touring business so, being the darling friend I am, I took the liberty to invite myself along - at least for the first few weeks." The guitarist's face fell and his features grew pale. What was he supposed to say to that? He couldn't just deny her, it'd be too suspicious. "That's great Gena, really." Focusing his attention on pulling his last bag's zipper to a close he decided he would have to have a talk with Lintley - or rather Brian, or neither. He sighed in annoyance knowing now his time with Audreigh would be pushed back.
In annoyance he petite brunette let out a noise, that definitely would not be classified as feminine in nature, as she attempted to curl into the fleeting warmth, not ready to leave the comfort of her bed.. "You should never disturb a women's beauty sleep, my love." Lintley murmured as she sat up to stretch her arms over her head. Oh, how she loathed waking up in the morning. If she could she would lay in bed all day with gorgeous specimen she claimed as her own and their, well her, small kitten - but, no she could never get her way.
After rubbing the sleep from her hazel eyes she watched as Brian headed to the bathroom half tempted to join, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. A heavy secret weighed on her shoulders and since the confirmation she found it very difficult to put herself in intimate situations with her boyfriend, simply afraid he would be able to tell what she was hiding. Scooping her kitten, Linus, in her arms her sock covered feet padded their way across the bedroom and to the entrance of the bathroom. "Do you need help finishing your packing?"
Lintley, being the over achiever, already finished her packing three days prior to the actual departure. "Or maybe I should fulfill my womanly duties and cook you breakfast," She mused with a giggle as she set her purring kitten down. The poor girl, despite her mother's best efforts, couldn't cook a meal to save her life. You would be lucky to get toast out of her - and even that was usually left with burnt edges. Using the underside of her socks to slide across the floor she found herself in front of her dresser. This was the worst part of the day; trying to find some blasted outfit to wear. She knew she would probably spend most the day confined on a tour bus, but still she was always worrisome about what she stepped outside in.
It was silly and childish but she constantly fretted about what Brian's fans thought about her, "I really don't know what to wear." She complained, sparing a glance to her white kitten who only blinked in response.
[ Ahhh, my apologizes that these are somewhat terrible and yeah
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