Sequel: Don't Expect Me to Understand ›
Status: done as of 3 April
Picking Up the Pieces
Nighty Night
“You did good out there, Greenie Bean,” Tony told me, squatting down so he was level with my bottom bunk.
I smiled up at him and blushed, half because he complimented me, half because I probably looked atrocious in no makeup and my star wars pajama pants. “You too, Tone-tone,” I replied.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear, lips almost touching it, “I like your jammies.”
Oh god, he noticed. “Thanks,” I said awkwardly.
He adjusted himself so he was sitting criss-cross-applesauce beside my bunk. He held both fists up and showed me the tattoos on his knuckles. Though I had seen them before, I had never noticed what they said.
Star Wars.
“Wow, that’s hardcore,” I commented.
He laughed, his nose crinkling adorably, and shifted his fists so I could see his second set of knuckle tattoos.
Jedi Sith.
“Oh my god, seriously?” I laughed and shook my head at him. “That is just too great.”
“You should see Mike’s Harry Potter ones,” he said. “They’re hilarious.”
“I bet,” I replied.
Our laughter died down, and that’s when he spoke again. “You have any ink?”
I nodded. “I have a calavera, for my mom,” I told him. I pulled up my tank top a bit to show him the tattoo on my hip.
(a/n: a calavera is one of those mexican sugar skulls, for dia de los muertos)
“Cool,” he said, nodding. “You want more?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know what to get, or where. I don’t really have the time either,” I admitted.
“I should take you to get one sometime,” he suggested.
“I’ll think about it,” I answered, winking.
He shook his head, smiling. “Goodnight, Zoe.” He leaned in, again, and planted a soft kiss on my forehead that caused me to blush, again.
“Night, Tony,” I whispered.
I smiled up at him and blushed, half because he complimented me, half because I probably looked atrocious in no makeup and my star wars pajama pants. “You too, Tone-tone,” I replied.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear, lips almost touching it, “I like your jammies.”
Oh god, he noticed. “Thanks,” I said awkwardly.
He adjusted himself so he was sitting criss-cross-applesauce beside my bunk. He held both fists up and showed me the tattoos on his knuckles. Though I had seen them before, I had never noticed what they said.
Star Wars.
“Wow, that’s hardcore,” I commented.
He laughed, his nose crinkling adorably, and shifted his fists so I could see his second set of knuckle tattoos.
Jedi Sith.
“Oh my god, seriously?” I laughed and shook my head at him. “That is just too great.”
“You should see Mike’s Harry Potter ones,” he said. “They’re hilarious.”
“I bet,” I replied.
Our laughter died down, and that’s when he spoke again. “You have any ink?”
I nodded. “I have a calavera, for my mom,” I told him. I pulled up my tank top a bit to show him the tattoo on my hip.
(a/n: a calavera is one of those mexican sugar skulls, for dia de los muertos)
“Cool,” he said, nodding. “You want more?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know what to get, or where. I don’t really have the time either,” I admitted.
“I should take you to get one sometime,” he suggested.
“I’ll think about it,” I answered, winking.
He shook his head, smiling. “Goodnight, Zoe.” He leaned in, again, and planted a soft kiss on my forehead that caused me to blush, again.
“Night, Tony,” I whispered.
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Sorry it's so short, I wanted to put it in with the last chapter, but it was just already so long, I couldn't. Hope you enjoyed it anyways :) Don't forget to subscribe, rec, and comment!!