Leatherface

Of course I’m sure. You’re my best friend.

And you're mine.

You can call me anytime, any day, whenever. You’re more important to me than anything I may be doing at the time.

Are you sure?

Nope, I wasn’t doing much of anything. Don’t worry.

Okay. Good.

Other than sitting in bed watching lame music videos? No.

Okay. I would have felt bad if I made you come over when you were in the middle of something.

Okay.

Were you doing anything before you came over?

[She smiled at the feeling of him playing with her hair] Or, you know, don’t. Just, whatever. I can do this all night.

I'm not tired.

You should sleep or something. Helps with not being sick. [She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling as she looked at him.]

Okay. -Nate closed his eyes, but he wasn't tired. He opened his eyes and looked up at Zo. She didn't seem to be playing attention to him. He played with the edges of her hair.-

Good… [She leaned over and pressed her lips to his, pulling him into a kiss.]

-Nate hesitated for a second before kissing back. He pulled away a few seconds later, cuddling into her side.-

There’s not; I’m just kidding. [She bit her lower lip and looked up at him] Feeling better, Natey?

Oh... -He nodded.- A little bit.

Wow, rudeness. You’re supposed to ‘No, I love you more’ and then I go ‘No way’ and then we banter back and forth like that for a good half hour [She laughed, her way of letting him know she was just kidding… though a part of her really wasn’t.]

Oh...I didn't know there was protocol for that. I'm sorry.

Love you more.

#like love love?#not like friend love #awww #i don't think nate feels the same way #zo

Probably. But I still love you. -He hugged her.-

It’s because you love me.

Only a little, on days that end in Y.

I love you too.

You’re lucky you’re cute because I wouldn’t do this for anyone else. Not a single other person. [She reached free hand up and wrapped it around his arm, smiling.]

It's because you love me.

Yes, I know. It’s disgusting and gross and ew. [She kept rubbing his tummy, a frown on her face. She wished he felt better.]

-Nate sighed, liking that she was rubbing his tummy. It actually helped. He wondered why Mama never did this when he felt bad before. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her.-

Fine, then go to the bathroom and be sick. I’m sure that’ll help, too. [She pulled back a bit] Just, you know, not around me.

I don't wanna get sick. It's gross.

That’s why you tell yourself that it doesn’t. Pain is merely a figment created by your brain, so if you don’t give it the power of belief, you can overcome it.

But that's hard.