zibby || nick robinson

.03

several days had passed since nick initially climbed onto the roof and into my room. tonight, it looked like he was back. i glanced at my clock and pulled the covers over my head. you have to be kidding me? it was about 2:37 am. i groaned, i was finally falling asleep. throwing the covers off of me, i got up from my bed and opened up my window. "seriously?" i rubbed my eyes and focused on him again. his lip was busted. my eyes widened, "nick!"

he came through the window while i went into the bathroom attached to my room and grabbed a damp cloth. pressing it to his lip, "what happened?" he rolled his eyes ignoring my question.

"nick," i sighed, "if you're going to come here at 2 am well nearly 3 am now when i just began to fall asleep, then you need to tell me what the hell happened to you."

"nothing." nothing. his lip is bleeding, but it's nothing. 

"you seriously expect me to believe nothing happened to you and that this just magically happened to you."

"why does it matter so much to you?" as he snapped at me, i dropped the cloth. nick picked it up and held it to his lip. "sorry. i'm being a dick." now, that's something i could agree with.

"yeah, you are. why can't you just let me know what happened to you?"

he was being unreasonable. why would he come here if he wasn't going to tell me?

"i got into a fight with some asshole who deserved it." i wanted to know more, but i didn't want him snapping at me again.

"oh," i looked down at my lap, "next time, can you just be more careful and at least call me first?"

nick grabbed my hand and began rubbing his thumb back and forth.

i stood up and had him follow me to the bathroom opening the cabinet under the sink. i grabbed the first aid kit opening out to grab some antiseptic. nick groaned seeing what I grabbed. "just keep pressure on your lip." i ran my hands under the sink water washing them with soap.

turning to face him, nick removed the cloth from his lip. he winced when i put the antiseptic on. "so you can take a punch to the face but you can't stand a little bit of this?" i laughed.

he handed me the cloth and i rinsed as much blood out of it as possible before throwing it into my laundry basket. walking back out into my room, nick stood there at the window. he crawled through and then gestured for me to follow. grabbing a throw blanket, i climbed through the window.

there, the two of us sat on my roof. nudging him, i offered him my blanket. we sat there with it covering our legs. laying my head on his shoulder, nick put his arm around me.

"zibby, you know, if my lip wasn't busted and covered in antiseptic, i would kiss you."

"i know."

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