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Zack had counted the cracks in the cheap motel ceiling a dozen times and still he couldn't sleep, turning over on his side, looking over at the red numbers on the digital clock, it read 2:00 am. Glaring at it like it was the source of his dismay and sleepless night but no it wasn't. The problem was laying next to him in the bed, turning around he couldn't stop his stomach tightening in knot as he looked at you. You slept peacefully your now dyed black (if you already have black hair pretend it's another natural color) spread around you as you drooled slightly on the pillow.....man you were really out of it. And after the months you've both had? You both deserve a good long rest but that wasn't gonna happen both of your faces were still everywhere on the news, saying how he kidnapped you from the institute.
Zack snorted, muttering, "'Kidnapped' my ass, she came with me all on her own." Looking back over when he felt you move, you had rolled over onto your back and kicking off the covers.
Not being able to sleep was giving him time to think about things such as all the things that lead you two to get to this point, the hell that was the building, killing all the floor master to get out, how you had called him your 'God' and he had to snap you back to reality, and remembering the sound of the gun going off and looking down but didn't feel any pain or blood forming on his hoodie then he looked over, seeing blood staining your white hoodie on the side. The feeling of his heart falling into his stomach was still stuck in the back of his mind.
That creep of a bastard doctor had shot you and as you laid bleeding in his arms. You called him something not many people have called him before....human. He was shocked at the time, he's been called many things but human wasn't one of them. Back when he had smashed the window and you smiled at him with tears, his heart made a weird fluttering thing. At the time the bandaged man didn't have time to think about it as he grabbed you and ran for it. Plus over the months of dodging the cops, pick pocketing for money and changing your appearances, he didn't have time to think on his...feelings for you but now laying here beside you in the middle of the night, Zack could actually think on them.
Now he usually is the type to attack first ask questions later but now with you by his side you become 90 percent of his impulse control so at first he thought they were completely platonic feelings but after thinking on it...he realized he liked you more then a friend. The way your eyes only shine when your with him, your smile, even the time when you saw him without his bandages
It was back a month ago, You had come back from the store after picking up dinner and he was sitting on the bed in the middle of changing his wrappings, both of you froze, he was expecting you to be disgusted with his burn scars but you just shut the door and sat on the edge of the bed giving him a soft smile and asked if he needed help. All he did was nod and handed you the roll then there was how you were so patient with him with a lot of things such as teaching him to read and write. He rubbed his eyes, muttering, "All this thinkin and shit is givin me a headache.", sitting up, he swung his legs over the edge and stood up, "Maybe fresh air will help....", he grabbed his jacket and threw it on, making sure to put the hood over his head, he walked out. Unknowing having a pair of, now, awake eyes following him out. Leaning over the railing, Zack looked out at the city lights shining;
Damn city don't sleep....
He began to think back on the problem at hand unfortunately there were two actually, one you...might not feel the same way and if you did? Well that's were problem laid; it would be embarrassing as hell,
"Zack...?" Flinching he turned around and saw you, standing there holding onto the door frame. Looking really cute in your over sized shirt and boxers with strands of your hair falling into your face,
"What are you doing out here?"
"Ahhh...sorry (Nickname), just needed some fresh air, didn't mean to wake ya.", You shook your head, smiling and walked up to stand beside him, leaning against the railing as well. You both stood in comfortable silence for awhile, looking out at the city, finally after a big internal struggle, Zack turned his head towards you,
"Hey...(Nickname).." You turned, giving him a worried look, he looked really nervous for some reason...
"Yes?"
He bit his lip, now or never, "If....if-if I-l told you I liked more then a-a friend...what would you say?"
Time seem to freeze for you both as you turned to stare back out at the lights, sack shallows, he felt like there was steal lead in his throat.A few moments later you turned back to him smiling gently, "I'd say I like you back the same way..."
Even though you couldn't see his face under the bandages, you could tell he was blushes, "B-But what if I told you...", he shallowed, "that I also don't really understand a lot of this feeling stuff, either." Still with the same gentle smile, you placed your hand atop his, "I'd say we figure things out together, I don't understand it all that much either." Before you could blink he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you. As you hugged him back, you heard him sigh,
"Thanks, (Y/n)." You giggled, "It's not a problem," you pulled back, "Now let's go to bed."
Zack locked the door and tossed his jacked a crossed the back of the chair as soon as you two got back inside. Both crawled back under the blankets, facing each other;
"Hey (Nickname)?"
"....Yes?"
"Can I kiss you?" You stared at him for a moment then nodded your head yes, "Kay...Close your eye."
You closed them excepting it to be on the lips but you opened them in mild surprise when you felt lips touch your forehead, he pulled away and gave you one of his shit-eating grins. Both of you chuckled, moving a little closer to each other you fell back asleep and Zack sighed because a weight was lifted off his shoulders and mind and he could finally get some sleep.