What's So Good About Picking Up The Pieces? (Discontinued)

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing seemed to come out except incoherent babbling.
I cleared my throat, trying to stall a little and contain my nerves.
"Tony.. I was uh.." should i really tell him this?
"Tony, i was talking about you.. I was describing how i felt about you.."
My voice came out more confident than i felt, that's for sure.
Tony looked up at me through his fringe with a glimmer of hope and happiness in his eyes.
"N-no.. You.. You said 'her'.. Last time i checked.. I wasn't a her.."
He sniffled in-between ever few words, stuttering a little. His voice sounded hesitant and questioning.
"I..uh.. You asked me why i liked Abby.. And i don't.. So.. I described who i really liked. You. Tone-bone."
I gave him a small smile.
He looked down for a moment, almost as if he was thinking over what i had said.
"You.. You mean it?"
He sounded scared..
"Y-yeah.. Of course i do, tone.."
My smile increased slightly.
A fresh wave of tears ran down tonys cheeks. Oh god! What did I do wrong?
"Tone.. Hey.. Tone.. Whats wrong?.." I asked softly.
"Mike, these are tears of joy, dumbass."
Tony grinned up at me.
I grinned right back.
I wrapped my arms around tonys small waist and pulled him into my chest.
I was standing in Tonys embrace for a few minutes until Tony began to laugh into my chest.
"What?" I murmured, looking down at him.
"This is just like the cliché love stories you see in movies." He giggled.
"Yeah it kinda is." I agreed, smirking down at the turtle in my arms.
"Except, this one is not some made up bull."
Tony simply nodded his head before burying it in the crook of my neck.

"Now, do you still have to use the bathroom?" I teased him lightly.
He playfully hit me in the arm. "Fuck you."
"Please do." I smirked.
"Miiiiiike" He whined something like a small child. Like i said. Adorable.
"C'mon, lets get back to movies."
"No, i have to use the bathroom." He grinned.
"Tooony" I whined just like he did moments before.
Tony grinned at my reaction, showing his beautiful white teeth.
"How are your teeth so fucking white?" I asked softly.
He quickly ducked his head, hiding his crimson cheeks.
I nudged his shoulder softly, close to a tap, and he looked up at me again, bearing his white teeth in a playful manner.
"Jesus Tone! I need sunglasses now!"
I jokingly shielded my eyes, and pretending to let out small screams of pain.
I finally realised we were still standing in the middle of the hall.
"We should probably go back into my room."
I said, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
Tony let out a small giggle.
"Whoops." i muttered before leading Tony back into my room and shutting the door behind him.
"Mooovieess!" I sang in a ridiculously high pitch voice, plopping onto the bed, pulling the turtle down with me.
I put Harry Potter on the DVD player, even with Tonys protests and pulled jumped onto the bed, knocking Tony to the side where he toppled of the bed.
"Tone, you okay?"
He groaned.
"You're floor is really fucking hard"
I laughed lightly at his witty reply, before helping him up and back onto the bed.
I pulled him into my arms and placed a small kiss into his shiny hair.
It was almost as shiny as his teeth!
We cuddled for the rest of Harry Potter And The Sorcerers Stone,where i finally discovered Tony had fallen asleep.
Looks like he's staying another night!

Notes

Sorry its so short, but in sitting in a resturant crowded by family right now and I've had to write this on my phone, so i apologise for the shortness, any mistakes, or anything you don't like about the chapter. SPAIN IS WAY TOO HOT!
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