I woke up the next morning, still in Tris's arms. He was snoring lightly, and looked so adorable. It was still dark outside. I prefer waking up early and doing things in the morning, so I have the rest of the day to do what I want. But now... well now I just wanted to stay in Tristan's arms forever. I felt secure.
I thought about what Maxwell had said the other day, about me being insecure. I wasn't insecure, was I? Wanting to wear heels isn't being insecure. Besides, the shoes went with my outfit.
Which is why you don't own a single pair of flats, right Zadie?
Shut the fuck up brain.
See, I'm not just your average short. I'm teeny-tiny-Snow-White-could-be-my-friend short. I'm only 5'1, but I stand up really really straight to appear taller. The girls at school used to tease me.
'Zadie's going to need a ladder for her first kiss!'
'Sorry if I step on you!'
'Woops, didn't see you there!'
'Hey, did all the hip hop artist write songs for you Shawty?'
After a few years, I just started beating them up. Nothing too bad, only a bit of hair pulling and stomach punching. Then I discovered the hidden heel shoe. And to this day, everyone from school still (apart from Owen, of course) think I had a growth spurt in year 9.
So, is that being insecure?
I had many reasons to be. Heck, I had many reasons to be psychologically unstable. I'm probably a serial killer.
Eh.
I looked up at Tris's peaceful face and pecked his irrestiable lips quickly. He didn't wake, but he did tighten his grip around me, making me feel even more secure.
I had nothing planned for today or tomorrow, so I may as well spend it with people that I like.
I closed my eyes and savoured the moment.
James's POV
I woke up about 10 and saw everyone on the internet. Zadie was on her laptop, Tristan lying across her lap, scrolling through his phone. Con was using a tablet and Brad was sitting behind him. I got my phone out and joined the anti-social bastards.
I went through my twitter mentions, smiling at the cute stuff that was written. One that caught my eye was from a user named @PrettyLittleSofia. It read:
@PrettyLittleSofia: @TheVampsJames YOU WERE IN MY HOUSE A FEW DAYS AGO OMG IF ILYSM HI HI HI HI HI PLEASE FOLLOW ME
I checked out her profile to see it was Barbie number 4! I had found her and her name! Sofia. Beautiful, like her. She said she loved me so much, and seemed to be fangirling. Maybe she's into me...
Don't be ridiculous, James, she's older than you.
What's that Tumblr's always telling you? Age is just a number? Take that brain.
Is this beef James?
Yes, it is brain.
I followed her back and tweeted her.
@TheVampsJames: @PrettyLittleSofia You have a very nice house, if you don't mind me saying.
I was bombarded with tweets from the fans, asking all sorts of questions. I put my phone on silent.
It hit me that why had been at Zadies for like 3 days now. Why had she kept us here in the first place? Eh. Our own apartment wasn't too far away from here.
'I'm going home,' I announced, still on a high about Sofia. Zadie shrugged.
'Okay,' she chirped, putting away her laptop, as the rest of them put away their various brainwashing devices.
'We can't leave!' Tris moaned, standing up and pulling Zaz with him.
'Dude, you can still see your girlfriend, we live 5 minutes away,' Con justified.
'Come with us?' Tristan begged, looking her straight in the eye.
She nodded, and we set off.
We wandered down a few roads until we came to it. So much had happened since I last saw it. For example, I fell hard for a drug lords girlfriend.
When we got in, it was decided. We were having a fifa tournament.
'So I can beat your arse again, Jamesy?' Brad said. It was true, he was pretty darn fierce when he wanted to be.
'Bring it on sister,' I challenged. We were doing winner stays on. It was intense. But Brad won. It was expected, and Connor took him on next.
Con tried, and it was close, however Brad won.
'Take that mofo!' he boasted.
'Oh, you are going DOWN!' Tristan exclaimed.
It's funny because he lost.
'Yeah, I could of won, but I um.. wasn't trying, innit, I was thinking of a new song like,' he muttered, obviously embarrassed about loosing in front of Zadie. She wrapped her arms around him and gently kissed his cheek.
'Wanna fight the king for his crown, Zazzie?' Brad wriggled his eyebrows.
'I think we all know who would win,' Zadie laughed 'I best be off now anyways,' she sighed. She gave us all side hugs, then Tristan placed his arms around her waist, and kissed her lips numerous times, whilst we all stood there like lemons.
'No PDA please, thanque!' Connor said.
They broke apart, grinning at each other, before Zadie left.
I thought of Sofia again.
Zadies's POV
I was on Cloud Nine. I just felt really happy happy happy. Tristan was just... words can't describe. And for the first time, in forever, I felt like a normal girl (excluding the fact I was practically skipping down the street) with a hot boy on my mind. It was like I didn't even have the law to run away from. Whatever, my apartment was clean, and so was I.
Rule number one is you never ever ever do anything you deal.
But of course, human beings had to go ruin my mood.
Some middle aged titface in a suit walked right into me. I know I'm short, but I was in 6 inch heels!
'Hey, watch it bitch!' Titface yelled at me.
'Excuse me?!' yeah, unless you're Dom, Owen, Izzy or Hayden, you don't call me a bitch, especially if you're a guy. I don't consider myself a feminist, so treat me like a lady, if you will.
'You heard me bitch,' he turned around to look at my face, and his jaw was dragging along the floor.
'You'll catch flies,' I shot.
He dialled his phone rapidly, and spoke into it, his voice rushed. I couldn't hear what was being said on the other end, but I kept my eyes glued to Titface's ugly face.
'You know the thingy,'
'YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!'
'Well, I can't announce it, can I?'
'Like, 15 years ago,'
'I found her,'
'Look, they look the same!'
'Yes, so did I!'
'You reckon?'
'Okay, okay, I'm doing it,'
He hung up, and made eye contact with me. 'Sorry miss, but you look very familiar...'
'Whatever,' I walked away, annoyed he messed up my mood. There was something not quite right about him... Then I got a text from Tristan and that fixed it
Trissy <3: I'm taking you out tomorrow, be ready by 11 am xx
Zadie: oooh, where?xx
Trissy <3: it's a surprise ;) xx
I danced into my flat and began sewing. I had decided, I was going to send off those sketches, but I wanted to do it with enclose photos.
Maybe it's not too late for me to get my life back on track.
But what about my dad?
Man, this thinking stuff really sucks.
So does this life thing.
Jheeze, I'm only 18 and I go on like I'm having a middle aged crisis. Bloody hell.