It's gonna be okay.
I Don't Care If You're Contagious.
Siren's POV
Me and Tony were hanging out at our place, watching T.V. Charlotte was hanging out with the Fuentes brothers, catching up with them. After all, we hadn't seen her for years at a time. I let my head fall into Tony's lap and I sighed softly. "What's up?" He questioned, his hand snaking up to my hair. "Nothing, why?" I replied, looking up at him. Tony looked down at me and smiled. "No reason. You just seem a little upset." He tilted his head to the side, as if he was confused.
"I'm not. I'm fine, Tony." I told him, a big smile appearing on my face. "Siren, don't think that I don't know you well enough to know that that smile is fake, no matter how real it seems." Tony just shook his head and frowned. My smile dropped. Tony was right. I've known him for a very long time, and he basically knows everything about me. It was pointless faking my smile and trying to push him away. Even if I did try, it would be a waste of time since he's my best friend, and sooner or later I'd crack and run to him for support anyway.
That was one of the things I loved about him. No matter how stupid or serious my problem is, I could always count on Tony to be there for me. He was there when everything started, and he even told me he would be there when everything ends.
"I'm worried about Charlotte." I sighed. "I'm worried that something is going to happen to her." I hid my face in my hands and groaned internally. "Siren," Tony began, taking my hands away from my face, "Charlotte is going to be fine. She's a strong girl, and I'm sure Vic and Mike can take care of her. Nothing will happen." He assured. I nodded and smiled weakly. Tony returned the smile and continued to play with my hair.
"Guys I'm back!" Charlotte annouced as she walked through the door. She closed it behind her and walked into the living room. "Aww!" She squealed the second she saw us. "You guys are so cute!" She continued. I swiftly sat up at rolled my eyes. "We're not even a couple!" I argued. She just shook her head and laughed. "Yeah, totally." She said sacrastically before walking upstairs. I turned my head to Tony who was staring straight at me, a deep red blush on his face. I blushed too and looked down in embarassment. "I'm sorry about her..." I mumbled. "It's fine, don't worry about it." He said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Dammit Charlotte.
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"But you guys would make a cute couple!" Charlotte retaliated as she sat on the bed while I paced the guest room. "I don't care Charlotte! Listen, I'm not trying to be mean, but please stop saying things like that, it's making Tony uncomfortable and it's also making me feel like an idiot!" I said sternly, stopping to look at her. Charlotte froze for a second before she sighed and looked down at her hands. "I know, I'm sorry."
I sighed mentally and sat down next to her. "Don't be sorry babe, but please stop it okay?" I pleaded, to which she replied with a gentle nod of the head. I smiled weakly and wrapped my arms around her in a hug, which she returned gladly. "Thank you." I told her as I walked out of the room. I closed the door behind me and gripped my stomach in pain. I need to stop hugging people, it's only going to make my stomach get worse.
I walked through the hall and up to the door to Tony's room. "Tony?" I called out softly as I knocked on the door, hearing a muffled guitar playing. "Can I come in?" I asked. "Sure!" He replied. I walked in, closing the door behind me. I sat on the floor next to Tony, watching as he played with his guitar. "I talked to Charlotte," I began, looking srtaight at him, "she said that she would stop saying that we'd make a couple couple and things like that." I explained. Tony nodded, not taking his away from his guitar.
"Tony, are you okay?" You could never separate that man from his guitar unless he put it away himself. He nodded, yet remained silent. He played a few random chords, his eyes not turning away from his guitar. "Tony please look at me." I pleaded, my voice dripping with desperation. His eyes looked up into mine and my heart stopped. There were tears welling in his eyes as he desperately tried to wipe them away. Before I could even say anything I saw him softly whisper;
"I think it's back."
Me and Tony were hanging out at our place, watching T.V. Charlotte was hanging out with the Fuentes brothers, catching up with them. After all, we hadn't seen her for years at a time. I let my head fall into Tony's lap and I sighed softly. "What's up?" He questioned, his hand snaking up to my hair. "Nothing, why?" I replied, looking up at him. Tony looked down at me and smiled. "No reason. You just seem a little upset." He tilted his head to the side, as if he was confused.
"I'm not. I'm fine, Tony." I told him, a big smile appearing on my face. "Siren, don't think that I don't know you well enough to know that that smile is fake, no matter how real it seems." Tony just shook his head and frowned. My smile dropped. Tony was right. I've known him for a very long time, and he basically knows everything about me. It was pointless faking my smile and trying to push him away. Even if I did try, it would be a waste of time since he's my best friend, and sooner or later I'd crack and run to him for support anyway.
That was one of the things I loved about him. No matter how stupid or serious my problem is, I could always count on Tony to be there for me. He was there when everything started, and he even told me he would be there when everything ends.
"I'm worried about Charlotte." I sighed. "I'm worried that something is going to happen to her." I hid my face in my hands and groaned internally. "Siren," Tony began, taking my hands away from my face, "Charlotte is going to be fine. She's a strong girl, and I'm sure Vic and Mike can take care of her. Nothing will happen." He assured. I nodded and smiled weakly. Tony returned the smile and continued to play with my hair.
"Guys I'm back!" Charlotte annouced as she walked through the door. She closed it behind her and walked into the living room. "Aww!" She squealed the second she saw us. "You guys are so cute!" She continued. I swiftly sat up at rolled my eyes. "We're not even a couple!" I argued. She just shook her head and laughed. "Yeah, totally." She said sacrastically before walking upstairs. I turned my head to Tony who was staring straight at me, a deep red blush on his face. I blushed too and looked down in embarassment. "I'm sorry about her..." I mumbled. "It's fine, don't worry about it." He said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Dammit Charlotte.
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"But you guys would make a cute couple!" Charlotte retaliated as she sat on the bed while I paced the guest room. "I don't care Charlotte! Listen, I'm not trying to be mean, but please stop saying things like that, it's making Tony uncomfortable and it's also making me feel like an idiot!" I said sternly, stopping to look at her. Charlotte froze for a second before she sighed and looked down at her hands. "I know, I'm sorry."
I sighed mentally and sat down next to her. "Don't be sorry babe, but please stop it okay?" I pleaded, to which she replied with a gentle nod of the head. I smiled weakly and wrapped my arms around her in a hug, which she returned gladly. "Thank you." I told her as I walked out of the room. I closed the door behind me and gripped my stomach in pain. I need to stop hugging people, it's only going to make my stomach get worse.
I walked through the hall and up to the door to Tony's room. "Tony?" I called out softly as I knocked on the door, hearing a muffled guitar playing. "Can I come in?" I asked. "Sure!" He replied. I walked in, closing the door behind me. I sat on the floor next to Tony, watching as he played with his guitar. "I talked to Charlotte," I began, looking srtaight at him, "she said that she would stop saying that we'd make a couple couple and things like that." I explained. Tony nodded, not taking his away from his guitar.
"Tony, are you okay?" You could never separate that man from his guitar unless he put it away himself. He nodded, yet remained silent. He played a few random chords, his eyes not turning away from his guitar. "Tony please look at me." I pleaded, my voice dripping with desperation. His eyes looked up into mine and my heart stopped. There were tears welling in his eyes as he desperately tried to wipe them away. Before I could even say anything I saw him softly whisper;
"I think it's back."
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12/29/13