Zadison one shots

Bittersweet Baby

The argument was stupid, the couple had went out for celebratory drinks with their college friends after completing their exams, and a girl at the bar said something suggestive to the brunette and the smaller girl got so mad she couldn't see straight so she hit the girl in the jaw and that's why they were now in their small two bedroom apartment, sitting on almost opposite sides of the room, neither daring to speak about the events that had just unfolded merely an hour prior.

"I'm so fucking tired of this Madison, I'm so tired." Zoe finally said, her eyes trained on the carpet underneath her feet, and it brought her back to a simpler time, in the earlier days of their relationship, when they were happy with one anothers company. The blonde didn't speak, so she dared to peek briefly at the girl, and she saw tears spilling from her eyes and onto the fabric of her short dress that barely made it past mid thigh on her small frame.

"Are you even going to fucking acknowledge what I just said to you?" She asked, her tone harsher and more relenting, and she saw the girl flinch at her tone, but she was too drunk and too tired to care at the moment.

"You don't think I'm tired too? Why are we even still fighting for one another Zoe? I know you've been cheating on me and you're just not happy anymore so go ahead, go out the fucking door, but don't ever bother coming back if you do." She had her eyes trained on the taller girl, who looked so furious she expected steam to fly from her ears at any moment, and she couldn't help but long for the soft girl she had fallen in love with in her sophomore year of high school. But Zoe hadn't been the girl she had fallen for in a very long time, replacing the lip gloss with joints and the light in her eyes for a hollow look.

"Well if that's what you fucking want, then I'll go. I didn't mean for us to end this way." Those were her parting words, before she rose from the sofa and stalked out the door, not even bothering to slam the door behind her. She was hurt and a bottle of Jim Beam was calling her name, so she went with it, leaving Madison heartbroken and hurting on the love seat, the first place they had finally felt like they belonged there, with each other.

Many many many months passed without a word from the brunette, and so she decided that for her own sake, she had to move on. She started dating but no one ever made her feel the way Zoe did, so she gave up after a while, throwing herself into an assortments of different hobbies to take her mind off of the painful events that nearly destroyed her soul so long ago. She sat on the sofa, her laptop resting on her thighs, as she worked on an essay that was due in a few days for her agriculture class. She nearly missed the knock on the door, but once it had registered in her brain that someone needed her attention, her mind immediately jumped to her. She tentatively rose from the comfortable position she was in and left her laptop in the seat she had just occupied and before she could stop herself, she threw open the door and her breath caught in her throat at the person who was standing on the stoop. Her hair was significantly shorter now, and she sported a nose piercing that really would have suited the person she used to be, but it just looked wrong with her midriff baring top and ripped jeans, which barely could count as jeans as she thought about it.

"I just need a place to stay." Was all she said and her eyes were pleading, and for a split second, she saw the girl Zoe used to be, the softer version of herself, and with a reluctant sigh, she moved to the side and let her into her home, which had unchanged since last time she had been there. She clashed harshly against the neutrals colors inside the house but she bit her tongue as she watched her former love look at everything around her, the corners of her mouth being pulled up into a grimace.

"You can sleep in the empty bedroom for a few days, and then you have to leave." She said sharply before turning her back and going back to the couch, her attention focused back on the grueling essay. She didn't say another word to the blonde, she just meekly walked into the empty room and shut the door behind herself, reminding her just how quiet everything really was. A few hours passed and the silence was killing her so she left her laptop abandoned on the couch and crept quietly over to the door, cracking it the slightest bit to peer inside. In the darkness, she could make out the outline of Zoe's body, and she knew without a doubt she was curled up on her side with her hair slightly splayed out across the pillow. She felt an intense ache in her chest, so she shut the door, leaving as many memories as she could manage inside the small darkened room.

"Need something?" She heard her sleepy voice ask, and she replied shortly that she was fine, which was practically a dismissal. But she didn't catch the hint, as she settled in opposite to her, the exact spot she had sat in the day she left. She felt bile rise in her throat, but her eyes remained glued to the screen in front of her, willing herself, begging herself not to think of that night.

"Do you still think about it?" She asked suddenly, and she looked at her in confusion, a brunette eyebrow raised perfectly. She saved the essay to her hard drive and shut the laptop, placing it gently on the space next to her, and she finally looked at her, no longer afraid.

"Yes." She replied grimly, the longing nearly overtaking her body and throwing her senses into overdrive. She remembered everything; the fight at the bar, the fight at home, her tears, Zoe's eyes vacant of any loving emotion. She remembered the loneliness, the pain, the longing, the anger, the confusion, all at once. She felt her heart beating so fast she was scared it would jump out of her chest if she didn't get it under control, but she decided she liked the feeling, especially after being numb for as long as she had been.

"Ok." Was all she said before she rose up from her spot on the couch and moving to sit next to her, barely giving her time to process what was happening before her lips were on hers.

She did something really stupid;

She kissed back.

Every feeling, every emotion, every memory was overpowering her, drowning her was a more appropriate expression to describe what she was feeling at that very moment, but she didn't mind drowning at all, as long as she had Zoe to pull her from the tide.

A/N: Sorry if this is kinda shit, but I hoped you all enjoyed it nonetheless. Please be sure to vote and comment as it's a huge motivator for me! Hope you all are well x.