The Make up

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     A few days has passed and I'm still not talking to Chekov. Everyone in the ship, even my brother Jessie, says he's he cheating on me but I don't believe them. I know him to well, if he eats to much popcorn then he will have a stomach ache. Besides, Chekov is not a cheater. Is he?

       Kirk and Khan went on Admiral Marcus' ship, so they can do something to the ship. (I forgot why they went on the ship for). I heard that Kirk asked Scotty to help them out and he did. I went on the bridge and said "Permission to come on board?" Spock turned to me and said "Permission granted. What are you doing up here, Y/N? Shouldn't you be in the engine room? It is very illogical to not work unless you are sick, have a day off, or have a shore leave." I shrugged and said "I have 4 days off and besides, I'm not needed right now. Also, I'm not that important down there." Nyota said "Y/N, you are important and I think someone wants to talk to you."

       I turned around and saw Chekov staring at me. I looked back at Nyota and she said "You guys need to make up at some point! You guys need to act like grown ups." I sighed and said "Nyota, I'm not an adult yet. I'm 17 and he's 18, and people say I'm mature for my age." Nyota rolled her eyes and said "If you were mature for your age then you would go talk to him." Then someone touched my shoulder and I looked and saw Chekov. He said "Please Y/N, I need to talk to you. Can you please give 5 minutes?" I sighed and "Okay but not in here. Let's go to my room."

      Once we got my room, Chekov said "Listen, Y/N, I know I shouldn't have vhat I said. It vas vrong of me and I promise it vouldn't happen again. Do you forgive me?" I looked up at him and said "Fine Pavel but if you do anything like that again or any stupid thing like that I will slap you." Kirk called Pavel u said "Chekov get your butt to the bridge right now before I get there. Also bring Y/N."  We ran to the bridge as fast as we both can. I was just happy because I got my Pasha back.

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