Accidentally Falling in Love

Sequel

P.I.X.A.L’s P.O.V:

I woke up to some icy blue orbs looking directly at me. Zane placed a kiss on my lips. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Zane laughed. 

I closed my eyes again, just to tease Zane. Out of nowhere I felt something tickling me and I immediately knew what Zane was doing. I could feel his soft, but cold lips all over my face which made me burst out in laughter. 

“Good morning, early bird,” I said as I couldn't stop laughing because he wouldn't stop. 

But, when his lips reached my lips, he finally let go. 

“I'm going to make breakfast and I need you to be ready because we are going to go out today!” Zane cheered. 

“Where are we going?” I asked. 

“Where the wind takes us, but don't worry we'll be together,” Zane said. 

“That's great!” I said. 

“Well I will leave you to it,” Zane said. 

I kissed him on the cheek before he left. Then, I went to my closet to choose my outfit. I had officially moved into Zane’s house and sold mine. I didn't want to live in a house that had horrible memories connected to it. I grabbed some faded blue that looked like white jeans with a light purple sweatshirt.

Then I went to go shower and it didn't hurt. I finally had peaceful showers in the past few days. After that, I went in front of the mirror and noticed the only scar left on my body. The deep cut in the middle of my chest. I quickly wore all my clothes because I did not like staring at my scar for too long. 

When I stepped out of my room, I went downstairs. The smell of a croque madame filled the house. I was really hungry and the sound of that made my mouth water even more. 

“Hey Pix, will it be alright with you if I apply the paste after breakfast?” Zane asked. 

“Of course! Thank you,” I said as Zane gave me my plate of food, I immediately dug in. 

“No problem,” Zane said, also eating his food. 

After washing my dishes, I went to my room because that is where Zane would usually apply paste on me. I sat up in bed and Zane entered the room with a tube of paste that was almost empty. 

He sat next to the bed and I took off my sweatshirt. I laid down in bed. This was a regular routine at this point. Zane started taking the paste out of the tube. 

“Thank you, Zane,” I said. 

“For what?” He asked.

“For everything. For supporting me, helping me, and especially forgiving me even when I stole your things and wasted your money. I still am sorry for that,” I said. 

“It's ok, it wasn't your fault. Plus I got all my items back, so it’s all good. Also, everything I have done is because you deserve it,” Zane said, having some paste on his finger and waiting. 

“That's why I am really thankful for you. I am my normal self again because of you. All my scars, cuts, and burns all went away because of you and now my last scar is about to go away, too,” I said. 

“You're welcome! I just want to see you happy and healthy again,” Zane said,“this is going to hurt.”

With that I grabbed Zane’s hand. I tightened my grip on it when Zane started applying paste on the deep cut in my chest. I winced and the pain left after a while. I was so used to this that the pain was starting to fade.