i had woken up about 2 hours ago , and ashtray still wasn't up yet.
i'm insanely bored , and at the moment ashtray is the only person i can hangout with , aside from fez but he's at the store at them moment. which kinda confuses me , usually ashtray goes with him.
i made my way to his room , opening his door and going to his bed.
i stood there for a second , deciding if i should do what i was about to do or not , hopefully he doesn't get mad at me.
i jumped on top of him , laying on his back since he was laying on his stomach.
"get the fuck off." he heard him say into his people , his voice kinda muffled.
"get upppppp" i dragged out the p.
he shook his head , letting me lay on top of him.
"i'm boredddd , her up." i said , poking his back a couple times.
he moved one of his arms up , grabbing my hand to stop me from poking him.
i chuckled , getting up but still sitting right next to him.
"i feel like shit." he turned over , looking at me.
"you look like it too." i joked , he actually looked good but...
he gave me an unbothered look , turning his face back into the pillow.
"get your lazy ass up." i said , laying back on his back.
"i could if your fat ass wasn't on top of me." he groaned , making me laugh and get off of him.
he rolled his eyes , sitting up.
"do you want me to make you some soup or something ?" i asked , seeing he actually looked sick.
he squinted his eyes , "seriously ?"
"well you said you felt like shit." i shrugged , it was just a question.
"yeah i do." he said. , looking at me like i was dumb.
"so do you want me to make you some or not ?" i rolled my eyes , he's not a morning person what so ever.
"yes." he said , flashing a closed lipped smile.
i nodded , standing up and walking to the kitchen , him following shortly after.
i searched the cabinets , finding a can of chicken noodle soup.
once it was finished i grabbed the bowl , burning myself in the process. "ow."
"here you go hunny." i made my voice sound like an old wife.
"never say that again." he took the bowl from me , me laughing as i sat next to him.
"this shit is good." he said , eating it like it was gonna run away or something.
"slow down killer." i joked , saying the end on purpose.
he squinted his eyes , turning to me and giving me a look.
i laughed so hard my stomach started hurting , "sorry." i breathed out , trying to catch my breathe from laughing.
"you're so dumb." he shook his head , looking like he was trying to not smile.
i liked how now it was funny , it wasn't funny that he literally killed someone.. my dad at that. but i don't know , it's good i'm not fucking crying over it anymore.
he finished the soup , putting the bowl on the table before leaning into the couch and groaning. "i still feel like shit."
"you're a big baby." i rolled my eyes , he was acting like one.
"did you just call me baby mariana ?" he smirked , making me cringe.
i faked gagged , making him scrunch his nose. "never.. ever say that again."
"did you just call me baby mariana ?" he repeated , turning to me and smiling.
"shut up." i rolled my eyes , if anyone heard us right now they'd probably think we're flirting.
were we flirting ? was i flirting with him ? was he flirting with me ?
before i could say anything to ease the silence he spoke up , "i'm cold."
i turned my head to him , seeing him basically hugging himself.
this was weird , seeing ashtray all kid-ish. he's usually all straight forward , and has that tough act.
i got up , walking to his room to grab him a blanket.
"thanks." he said , grabbing the blanket from me as i handed it to him.
"mhm." i hummed in response , laying my head ok the couch and watching tv with him.
i saw from the corner of my eye , ashtray occasionally glancing over at me. it was only for a second or two but it made me wonder what was going on inside his mind , why he kept looking over at me.
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ashtray wanted so badly to ask her the question he had been wondering for a while now , if she's forgave him.
but he felt stupid asking her it , it made him feel soft , so he didn't. instead he kept glancing over at her to see if maybe she would look over at him , and that way a conversation would start. but she never did.
he wanted to be straight forward like he usually was , and just get his feelings out there. but what was his feelings ? he didn't know.
the way mariana had been "taking care of him" after he said he felt like shit , made him feel good. made him trust her. he thought it was stupid he still didn't trust her after she stayed there , acting like nothing happened.
but he also still didn't know , what if it was a trap ? what if she was making him believe she forgives him , until the cops make a move.
but he couldn't think like that , he wanted to trust her. so he made himself work on that , trusting the girl hes falling for.
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i made it.. 😰 the edits aren't good so don't make fun of me alright 😭 but the it's @04718p
oh and THANK YOU !!
credit to: @haroldluvxx for the idea of this chapter.
