NIXON // Tom Kazansky

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: RAINDROPS

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"Wake up sunshine!" Tom slightly pushed me awake. I opened my eyes to a sunset and the ocean, it was beautiful. I was still in Kazansky's car, I didn't admire that so much. "I didn't know what you liked." he handed me part of a sandwich. "I mean, you haven't eaten in a day and a half, so anything right?" he sassed me. "Oh yippee!" I faked my sarcasm as I ate the sandwich. It was actually pretty good, but i'd never admit that.

"Are you ready to graduate?" Tom asked me, looking over to meet my eyes. "When I was a little kid, my dad was a pilot. All my brothers are pilots, but i'm the only one who made it to TopGun." I started out, he just listened. "I wanna graduate, but I feel like its not gonna be the same. I mean, you and I are just gonna be instructors, right?" I looked at him, he was so focused on me. "That was my plan.." he said. I didn't know what my plan was.

"Are you ready to graduate?" I asked. He leaned back in his seat. "Of course I am. I mean, I might settle down for a few years. Maybe get a lady on my shoulder," he looked at me. "Or ill get on her shoulder, either or." he shrugged, making me smile a bit. It was pretty nice.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, catching him staring at me. "Oh? I cant look at a gorgeous woman? Alright..." he looked straight ahead, ignoring me completely. "I ain't your type and you know it." I giggled, looking at the night sky and the stars. It was beautiful. Tom turned towards me and looked at me, taking in every detail possible. I was also slowly trying to take the tension away from us.

"Look at me," he lightly pulled my chin to face him. His blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight so vibrantly, its like looking at an additional star, one that actually had purpose. "I-" He started, but cut himself off. "Look, Kennedy-" I cut him off this time. "Oh come on Kazansky, really gonna make me do the first move?" I asked, leaning in to kiss him.

I felt him smile into the kiss, moving his hand to my cheek, which still hurt. I slowly made my way on top of him, straddling him. He groaned and pulled back. "I thought you weren't my type?" he asked, looking up into my eyes. "You know I always get what I want," I smiled. "And you are my type." my fingers ran through his hair. He smiled. "I know that for sure." He smirked up at me. Greatest moment of my life.

A drop of water fell on his head, I looked up at the sky. "Rain?" I asked. I guess on que, since it absolutely started pouring rain. Like downpouring so hard it actually hurt when it hit my skin. "As much as I was loving the moment, these are cloth seats." he yelled over the rain, gently pushing me into the seat and driving down the road. Typical.

He parked it in the garage and swiftly pulled the cover over the front, then grabbed my hand and helped me up the stairs to the apartment. He unlocked his door and practically pushed me against the inside, pushing his lips against mine. I winced because of how hard my back hit the wall. It probably wasn't that hard, but it felt like a million needles were going into my back.

"Sorry," He told me, I nodded. "Its fine," I lowered my hand to the back of his neck. He tensed a bit, loosening up his grip. "Damn your hands are cold." he smiled, letting me go and walking to his bedroom and grabbing a sweatshirt. He threw it at me, I caught it. "Its dry," he said, leaning against a wall. "Thank you." I said, he smiled. I swiftly took my shirt off and put the sweat shirt over me, he did the same thing, only with a t shirt.

He jumped on his bed, then patted the seat beside him. I rolled my eyes and laid next to him, resting my head on his chest. "What does that say?" He lightly lifted up the sweatshirt, showing the tattoo I had on my ribs. I looked down at the writing, not really liking how it looked on my red skin. "Its my grandfather's writing saying 'I love you'." I told him, he nodded. He just admired how I looked in his stupid fucking clothes.

"Youre beautiful," he said a few moments later, I smiled. "Youre not bad looking either." I replied, lightly running my nails across his shoulder. He bent down and gave me a kiss on the bridge of the nose, I just smiled. "Your freckles are my favorite thing about your face, other than your smile." he wrapped his arms around me. "I mean, I love freckle faces." he joked. I just snuggled closer to him. He was warm, thats the only reason.

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"Time for meds, drug addict!" He set the cup of pills in front of me. "Why do I need to take them?" I asked, peering inside the cup and grimacing. "The burns are going to heal sooner if you take them," He pointed at me. "So take them," he commanded. "Yes Sir!" I said sarcastically before dumping the pills in my mouth, followed by a mouthful of water.

"Okay, I woke you up early so you could get ready to do your hair or whatever," he leaned on the counter, sipping coffee. "For what?" I asked. "Graduation, its today." he said, my eyes widened. "Youre joking," I stood up. He laughed and nodded his head. "Youre such an asshole." I walked over to him, giving him a small peck on the cheek before going to my own apartment to find the white uniform.

I pulled it out of the zipper cover I kept it in, and put it on. I ended up putting my hair in a bun today, not something I usually did. I liked how my forehead was somewhat covered, even though it wasn't that big. I felt like I gave a more feminine look, not that it really mattered to me. I just didn't look like some greaser with its hair gelled back; like I usually do.