You Tried to Kill Me With Your Shotgun

Tony restarted Star Wars II, and we were near the scene where Anakin decided to go with Padme' to Naboo when I the oven went off.
"Cake's ready!" I exclaimed as I quickly got off the couch,"Seriously I can't wait for you to taste it. It's my best cake I've made so far. If I do say so myself."
I wasn't confident about a lot of things but my talent, I was sure of.
I skipped to the kitchen and turned on the oven light. It looked beautiful. I took it out( with an oven mitt of course), put knife in the center and it came out clean. I took off the mitt, got a cooling rack, and stupidly grabbed the pan, that just came out a 350 degree oven.
I dropped it on the rack and screamed," AWW FUCK!!" I grabbed both my hands. Tony ran in.
"What's wrong?"
I ran my hand my burning hands under cold water, I turned to him with water in my eyes,"My dumb ass grabbed the hottest pan on Earth! Aww...dammit." I turned the water off, my palms were red but didn't look too bad.
"The cakes ready but, unless you want your tongue to end up like my hands, I suggest you let it cool."
He walked over to me and took my hands in his.
"They're not too bad," he started. He lifted my left hand and kissed my palm, then did the same with my right. His snakebites were cold against my burning skins. And caused me to moan, quietly.
He looked at me and smiled,"All better. Do you have any bandages?"
"Yeah in the hall bathroom, I'll be back." I walked upstairs to my hall bathroom, I heard footsteps behind me. Looked back to see Tony, following me.
In the bathroom, in the cabinet under the sink, was a first aid kit. I took out the antibiotic cream, q-tips and bandages. Tony gently grabbed my hands and started to rub the antibiotics on the burns.
"Straighten your palms, clumsy lady," he said. He rubbed them with the q-tip. It felt nice.
"Shut up, I-" I cut myself off when I saw that my scars were exposed to him, but he hadn't noticed yet,"I-I um am a really clumsy person. Always have been.." he moved from my left palm to my right.
"You hurt yourself in the process of making me-" he stopped, gently grabbed my wrist, and looked up at me. He noticed,"What the hell is this Danni?" he said quietly. I was silent.
"Well, are you gonna tell me?" he asked.
"Can I not?" I replied.
He let go of my wrists and wrapped a bandage around my palms. I got up to leave but Tony grabbed my arm.
"What's wrong Danniel?"
"Nothing, I'm fine."
"Oh really, your wrists tell me something was so bad that you had to take a blade to them, more than once. Now please tell me truth, Danni."
I sighed and sat back down," Well, you know I have the reputation of being 'the weird girl' right? Well at first, the insults wouldn't phase me. As time passes eventually...and well."
"You have Mike, Vic and Jaime. You have your brother, your band. You have me."
"I just..didn't want you guys to see me, broken. I didn't wanna be a burden. Also, you know, I'm not the smallest chic around."
"Aw no, you are not-"
"Yeah, that got to me. Tony, do you know what it feels like to hate yourself? Do you know what it feels like to..to look in the mirror, and just loathe the thing staring back at you? I hate this fucking body. This is not a home. I walk around school all day, and see fucking barbies on every fucking corner. Of course I'd feel like shit. Compared to the other girls, not only am I a potato but I'm a rejected potato. I look too bad to eat."
"What the fuck is making you feel this way? Danni you are a perfect. You are one of the few chics in the school with CURVES not fat. The other girls are just toothpicks. You have great hips, amazing legs and a nice chest if you ask me," he smiled,"You're face is nothing but perfect." he put his hand to my cheek and rubbed it with his thumb," Your skin is soft and smooth. Your smile is beautiful and your eyes are like...chocolate."
He laughed and I did too,"I'm sorry. I just smell that cake."
"It's okay."
"But Danni I'm serious. You are beyond beautiful. Remember that," he smiled again. I smiled and stood and he did the same. We stared at each other. His eyes were hypnotizing. He placed his hand on my cheek. He leaned over me. I almost forgot where I was until my brother yelled.
"I smell CAKE! FREE CAKE, FREE CAKE!" he sang.
Dammit Will...
I was brought back to Earth, back to my house, back to my bathroom,"Well, we'd better go, cut that cake." I said.
"Yeah, especially since it's mine," he smiled. He took his hand from my face and slithered it in my hand. Instead of pain, it felt like the best thing in the world.