Daughter of Kellin Quinn

Pie For A Pie

*Copeland's POV*

I jumped on Tony's bunk, kicking off my heels. "My feet hurt," I said glumly.

"You want a foot massage?" he asked, walking over to sit on the bed with me. I giggled a little and smiled widely.

"No, silly. It's okay." He plopped on the bed next to me and snaked his arms around my waist.

It was silent for about a minute until he freaked out about something. "Oh my God! Copeland, wh-what is all...what is this?" He held my arm and stared at all my scars in shock. I yanked my arm away and winced in pain.

"It's nothing," I said with embarrassment in my voice. I enclosed my arm with his blanket so he wouldn't stare at it. He swiftly tightened his grip on the cover and pulled it away.

"What are you talking about? These are scars...all over your arm! Have you been-"

"No, I haven't! Please, it's no big deal. Can we just drop it?" I cut him off. I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to ruin the night talking about all my stupid problems I had.

"No, we're not gonna drop it! Why are you hurting yourself? This is terrible, Cope!" He paced himself around the room.

"I'm fine," I said firmly. I didn't want to look at him. There was sadness and frustration in his eyes.

"No, you're not fine. You are so not fine. Why are you cutting? Self harming isn't the answer." He sat down next to me. "Look at me." I wasn't moving. All I could think about was how disappointed he was in me. He softly grabbed my chin with his thumb and made me face him. "Please don't do this to yourself."

"But I need to. It's the only way for me to feel better."

"No, no it's not. You can always talk to someone. I'm here for you! I'm not going anywhere so please just talk to me." His voice was scratching up. He was so sad and it was all my fault.

"I'm so afraid I'm going to do it again. I don't want to. I need help, Tony," I cried. He pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his chest as he laid back on his bunk. He tangled his fingers in my hair while he played with it.

"I'm here for you, whenever you need me. I'm just a phone call away. Don't ever hesitate to dial my number."

I looked in his eyes as he looked into mine. He wiped away my tears with his sleeve. He barely sat up. I didn't look away from him. He pulled my arm gently from under the cover. He kissed each and every scar I had and laid back against the wall.

"What?" he smiled.

"N-Nothing," I voiced out. "You just look... good. And thank you."

"Anytime, Cope," he smiled again. "I'm always here. I will never leave you."

I leaned in a little. "Tony..." He only looked at me. I stared in his eyes. "Kiss me..."

"...............I can't," he whispered. He got up and faced a mirror. I gave him a look and sat up.

"W-Why not? Is it because of my ugly scars? Is it because I'm not wearing the right shade of lipstick? Is it because...I'm not good enough?"

"No, not at all...it's because...with the way you look right now and the way you stare in my eyes, I highly doubt we're only going to kiss. You look so...beautiful and breathtaking that I can't...I can't just only kiss you."

"You think I'm beautiful?"

*Tony's POV*

"Of course. Like I said, words can't express the way you look tonight." She stood up and walked toward me.