Afterlife

so, i wrote this store on a Blackberry, basically i'm just posting it up the way it is just to see if it's any good, i'll edit it and make it better later on, but for now..yeah,
though it won't be changing from being solely focused on ZV, that's the point of it,
it's sort of a rough draft, I just really need some feedback, once it's a finished fic, I'm going to go back and do a bit of re-writting, so bare with me dears,

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Zacky sat back on the couch, fidgetting with his phone, glancing around the room sadly. He jumped suddenly when his phone rang in his hand then sighed, lifting it to his ear. "Hello?" He answered weakly.

"Hey Zee, I'll be over in like ten minutes, I'm gonna grab some stuff from the store first," Brian's voice flowed through the phone.

Zacky sighed some then nodded slightly. "Okay...see you soon," He murmured.

"You okay?" Brian asked, sounding a bit worried.

"...as good as I can be..." Zacky sighed, looking down to his lap.

"Sorry man...anyway...I'll be over soon," Brian told him before the line cut off.

Zacky bit his lip, glancing around the room again then laid down across the couch, deciding he should try to get some rest before Brian showed up.

Little over ten minutes later, Zacky woke to the sound of the door closing. He looked up and looked over to the door, sitting up when he didn't see anything and looked around. "Brian?" He asked, pushing himself up from the couch and walked over to the door then looked around. "Brian?" He asked again, a bit louder, turning and headed for the kitchen, stopping dead when he saw a familiar figure.

The figure turned to face him, smiling.

Zacky's eyes widened a bit, staring in disbelief. "M-matt?" He asked shakily.

"Hey Zee," He replied, smiling a bit more.

"...it..can't be..." Zacky whispered shakily, bracing one hand on the doorframe.

"What do you mean?" Matt asked, moving over to Zacky, touching a cold hand to his cheek.

Zacky flinched slightly, staring up at him. "You...you're dead..." He whispered shakily.

"Zack...no, I'm not, I'm standing right here," Matt chuckled, lightly stroking his thumb over Zacky's cheek.

Zacky closed his eyes tightly, hearing the door open.

"Zack?" came Brian's voice.

Zacky blinked his eyes open, gasping slightly when the figure was gone, staring into the space it had been.

"Zack?...you okay?" Brian asked, walking over to Zacky's side, gently touching his shoulder.

Zacky flinched slightly, blinking then looked to Brian. "...what?" He replied.

"You okay?" Brian asked again, looking him over.

Zacky looked into the kitchen, searching the room a moment then looked back to Brian. "Uhm...yeah...I'm okay..." He replied.

"Sure?" Brian asked, looking him over.

Zacky nodded. "Yeah, i'm fine," He murmured then looked to the bag Brian had. "What'd you get?" He asked.

"Just some stuff for dinner, and some movies and beer for later," Brian replied, smiling some to him.

Zacky nodded again and smiled slightly. "Thanks Brian, you're a good friend," He murmured.

Brian nodded and patted his shoulder gently. "What? You expect me to just let you sit here and suffer? It's my job to take care of you," He replied softly, walking into the kitchen to get their dinner started.

Zacky laughed slightly then nodded and sighed some, watching him. "Hey, are you certified to cook? I don't want you burning down the house," He murmured.

"See? I already got ya makin' jokes," Brian laughed, looking back to him.

"No joke, last time you cooked you set the stove on fire," Zacky murmured, smiling some to him.

"Counts as a joke, you're making fun of me," Brian stated amusedly, starting to take out the stuff he got for dinner. "And I promise I won't start a fire, I swear i'm making something that won't spontaniously combust," He added.

Zacky rolled his eyes and laughed a bit. "I'll get the fire extinguisher just in case," He replied, turning to head upstairs.