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Post by Zippy on Nov 30, 2011 0:04:00 GMT -5
The next morning, Zippy opened her eyes to the worst headache in all of history. She stumbled to the bathroom to urinate, feeling like utter crap.
How was she going to fix this?
Standing at the mirror, she shook her head at herself. She had a massive bump on her forehead, her makeup was smeared, and she had fucked up. She remembered most of the night- some parts were fuzzy, but she specifically remembered telling David to go home. There had been a chance she'd forgiven him for kissing Tristan, but now?
Zippy took a shower, thinking the whole time what she should say to make things right with David, and then headed over to his place, stopping on the way there for muffins. When she reached his building she remembered that she still didn't know his apartment number. She glanced up the fire-escape, feeling a sense of deja vu.
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Post by David on Nov 30, 2011 0:07:22 GMT -5
And to make the feeling of deja-vu complete, David was sitting on the landing outside his bedroom window, sulking. He'd ditched school again, but didn't have the heart to go to the DO, just in case Zippy had managed to get herself there.
He'd barely slept when he got home. His brain was too full of her.
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Post by Zippy on Nov 30, 2011 0:14:15 GMT -5
Zippy glanced up, seeing David. Despite her roaring headache- which hadn't even gone down after gulping 5 glass of water- Zippy smiled.
Maybe she wasn't as full of bad luck as she thought.
"Dave!" She called up, using her hand to shade her face as she looked up at him. "Can I come up?"
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Post by David on Nov 30, 2011 0:17:11 GMT -5
Dave nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard her. He hadn't expected to see her ever again, let alone today.
He licked his lips, almost saying no, just to spare his ego another bashing. But how could he say no to her? And he should at least see how she's feeling.
"O--okay."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 30, 2011 0:19:34 GMT -5
Zippy hesitated before reaching for the ladder, but was successful when she was sober, pulling down the stairs and climbing the rest of the way up.
"Heya Davey," she greeted with a sigh, placing the bag of muffins down on the windowstill. "You look nearly as bad as me."
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Post by David on Nov 30, 2011 0:22:39 GMT -5
He shrugged, only glancing at her. "Had a rough night."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 30, 2011 0:30:53 GMT -5
"Muffin?" She asked, reaching into the bag and offering it to him. "It's chocolate chip."
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Post by David on Nov 30, 2011 0:33:40 GMT -5
He sighed, but took the muffin. "Zippy, what're you doing here?"
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Post by Zippy on Nov 30, 2011 0:40:34 GMT -5
"I came to apologize," Zippy replied, frowning. She looked him in the eyes. "For everything. Showing up here completely intoxicated, causing a scene, crying, and for sending you away." She reached for his arm but then stopped, placing it next to her side.
"And I'm especially sorry for kissing my ex. It was stupid, and I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. If it helps, my head is throbbing right now and I'm utterly ashamed and embarrassed."
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Post by David on Nov 30, 2011 0:44:09 GMT -5
David looked at her for what felt like a long time before he said anything. "I wanna be with you, Zippy. I want us to--to date. And that means that you have to trust me, and I gotta be able to trust you. And it means that we gotta talk to each other and not go around kissing other people."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 30, 2011 0:49:32 GMT -5
"Agreed! I agree with all of that!" Zippy responded quickly, letting out a sigh of relief and reaching for him again. "You saw me at my worst, and you helped me home. I trust you completely."
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Post by David on Nov 30, 2011 0:52:08 GMT -5
He chewed the inside of his lip, still a little wary, and maybe still a little sad. "You didn't even come say good night to me, Zip. I just sat there like an idiot, waiting for you to come back."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 30, 2011 0:56:16 GMT -5
"What are you talking about?" She asked, her smile fading. "I know I was extremely under the weather, but I told you to go home, and.... you did. You left." She reached for his leg, squeezing his knee. "Which is fine, I couldn't handle you seeing me like that anymore."
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Post by David on Nov 30, 2011 0:58:36 GMT -5
He shook his head. "I didn't leave right away. I went back to the infirmary, to wait for you. You didn't come back. I sat there for like an hour before I finally left."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 30, 2011 1:00:43 GMT -5
Zippy gasped. "Oh no! Dave, I'm sorry- I didn't realize!" She moved to sit next to him, taking his hand and linking their fingers. "I thought...I told you to go home and you left...I honestly don't even remember getting into bed."
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