nova's pov (flashback) :
"n! could you help me!"
i sigh and set down my book, resting my head in the palm of my hand, not wanting to get up.
i hear ethan sigh after some time goes by and i lightly chuckle under my breath but quickly cover my mouth, not wanting him to hear me.
"... please n." he whines
i groan loudly and set down my book, sliding out of my warm blanket and walk over to the steamy bathroom.
i clear my throat and ethan turns around with his razor in his hand. he pouts and points at a bloody cut on his chin.
"i cut myself." he pouts
i shake my head and chuckle lightly, motioning for him to scoot over. he obliges and sits down on the toilet seat as i look into his cupboard for a bandaid.
i smile and lightly jump up from victory and ethan chuckles but pouts again, realizing laughing hurts his chin. i chuckle sadly and walk over to him, bending down to the height of the toilet seat.
"i didn't even finish shaving." he whines
"e. stop talking or i'm not going to get this bandaid on." i warn
he stares at me with no emotion but says a faint 'fine,' making me smile and reposition my knees, getting comfortable and unwrapping the bandaid.
"can you shave my beard then?"
my eyebrows furrow in worry and i tilt my head slightly, positioning the bandaid on his chin.
"why?" i chuckle, getting up with the help of me balancing my hands on his thighs
"n. i look like an idiot." he says
i stare at him in the mirror and hide my smile with my hand, shaking my head vigorously.
"no, no. it's cute." i smile
he rolls his eyes and jumps up on the counter, waving his razor around in my face.
"i'm gonna cut you e." i pout
"no you won't. you can never hurt me." he grins
i sigh deeply and grab the razor from his hands and see a slight smirk growing on his face.
"ah, ah, ah! you gotta put shaving cream on me dummy." he says
he points at the shaving cream bottle next to us and i glare at it, grabbing it and carefully apply it on his chin.
"it doesn't even feel like you're doing anything, n. are you even doing anything actually?"
"e. i'm putting it on. now don't make me more annoyed than i already am." i huff
"aw. why is my best friend annoyed?" he asks in a baby voice
"i don't know. i've been in a bad mood lately." i say, slugging my arms and resting my head on his chest
"period?" he whispers in my ear, wrapping his arms around my back
"no e." i chuckle, pulling back from his embrace
"then what? i don't wanna see you like this. give me my happy n!" he says, pinching my cheeks
"i'll try." i chuckle
he waves his hands around in victory and i laugh silently, grabbing the razor and applying pressure carefully.
he sets his hands on my waist to pull me in closer so i could see better and i clear my throat, trying to distract myself from the feeling of how nervous i am. my heart rate quickens and i curse at myself in my head.
"you ok n? you're shaking."
"mhm." i whimper
i sigh and run my hands over his smooth chin, grinning at my work.
"i actually did it... without cutting you."
"see? you would never hurt me." he smiles
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nova's pov (present):
"babe!" tyler calls out
"y-ya!" i stutter
i immediately close the tab of the ticket site and clear my throat, waking over to the bathroom.
"could you shave me?" he pouts
i chuckle and nod, patting the counter for him to jump up on. he smiles and hands me the razor and jumps up onto the black counter.
"you done this before?" he asks in a whisper
i clear my throat and nod slightly. he grins and sets his hands behind his back, resting his weight on his arms.
i carefully put pressure on his chin and start to shave and i smile, realizing i didn't cut him yet.
"ow!" he hisses
i drop the razor in surprise and shock and immediately grab his chin in comfort.
"i'm so sorry tyler!"
"it's ok nova." he chuckles
he gently grabs my hand and sets it down on his lap, reaching forward to his cupboard to get a bandaid.
"i thought you were experienced." he smiles softly
"uhm... i guess i'm not."
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this is so cheesy i'm sorry :/
