You: Ready?
You grab your keys from the counter and slip them into your pocket.
Brooklyn: Yeah.
She's finishing up her tiny breakfast, just a banana. Your meal was a lot bigger, eggs, bacon, potatoes, all made by you. You're not eating for an entire twenty-four hours, so you thought it best if you ate a decent-sized meal. Not that you'll know you're hungry.
You walk around her wheelchair and start tying up her hair.
Brooklyn: You smell really good.
You: Thank you.
Brooklyn: Like, sexy, good.
You: Oh yeah?
Brooklyn: Like, let's go back to bed, good.
You: Ok, stop it.
Brooklyn: Oh, sorry for complimenting you.
You: I'm asking you not to tempt me.
Brooklyn: I'm not being serious. We couldn't anyway because of our injuries.
You: I mean, we could.
Brooklyn: I am aware.
She waves a hand behind her head.
Brooklyn: But nah, I've got important business to attend to.
You: Ha! No, you don't.
Brooklyn: My fiancé has important business to attend to.
You: Yes, he does.
Brooklyn: It's like super important to him, so I have to be there.
You: You don't have to the entire time.
Brooklyn: I do.
You: You'll sleep at least, right?
Brooklyn: No rest for the wicked.
She brings her hand up to feel what you're doing. She must have realized how long you were taking. You were just tying it up randomly, making it look as bad as possible.
Brooklyn: UGH! Y/N!
You: Sorry, sorry. I'll fix it.
Brooklyn: One ponytail. That's all I asked.
You: I know, I know. I'm sorry.
Brooklyn: I'd kick your ass right now if I could.
You: You would try.
Brooklyn: I would because you would let me.
You finish her ponytail and pull it a little as you walk around her.
Brooklyn: What was that?
You: Nothing. I did nothing.
Brooklyn: You're pissing me off.
You: Aw, poor thing.
Brooklyn: You're lucky I'm in such a good mood.
You: Glasses.
You scoop them off the counter and hand them to her.
Brooklyn: I don't even get why I need to wear these.
You: For your head.
Brooklyn: Emma said it's not even that bad.
You: Well, Nick gave them to us. We might as well use them.
Brooklyn: See, I really don't want to wear them. They make me look stupid.
You: Honey... You already look stupid.
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Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)
Fanfic"Project V, or if you want to sound smart: Project Verisimilitude. The word basically means something that looks, feels, and seems real... Honestly, it ruined my life... And it'll ruin theirs too." I should add that this is the fourth book in my Cle...
