The New Member

I stretched out and looked at the sleeping Tony underneath me. He looked so cute when he was asleep. It’s so unfair there’s people like him and then there’s people like me that look like a beached whale. I laughed a bit at my choice of wording and snuggled back into his chest. I lay there listening to his heart beat. It was stable and constant.
One of his hands slipped off my waist and I took this as the perfect opportunity to stand up. I checked my phone and saw it was blown up with notifications. I was confused and reminded myself to turn off the notifications for social media. The notifications all came from twitter and they all had me and Tony tagged in it.
@Piercethevic: Went back to get my wallet and saw this cuteness overload.
Attached was a picture of me and Tony cuddled up underneath the blanket, sleeping peacefully. I shook my head and decided to reply:
@NoortjeOtt: Tony looks so cute! But what’s that beached whale doing on top of him?
I laughed again at my stupid comparison and made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed all the ingredients to make french toast. It smelled so good. I opened up the gigantic bottle of maple syrup and drowned the toast in it, letting it soak up the sweet liquid. My phone buzzed again and I looked at it.
@Tony_Turtle: @NoortjeOtt all I see is a fox.
The internet is probably going to explode. There will be ships of us everywhere. Thanks Vic! I responded to Tony’s tweet.
@NoortjeOtt: @Tony_Turtle Shut up. Just come get your breakfast!

Tony walked into the kitchen and eagerly grabbed a plate without saying a word to me. I sighed and took a plate for myself before joining him. I sat across for him at the table and we ate in silence. I looked up from my plate and saw Tony staring at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing.” He smiled at me and went back to eating.
Ok, that was weird. He was thinking about something and I was determined to find out.

We finished our breakfast and I took our plates and put them in the dishwasher. As I turned around I saw Tony staring at me again.
“Ok, seriously, what’s up?”
“Nothing.” He said again.
I raised my eyebrow and smirked, “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t have said that.” I ran in his direction and he yelped. We ran around the house, me trying to catch Tony, but he was fast. Eventually he tripped over and I caught up with him. He was lying down on the floor and I straddled him so he couldn’t move. He squirmed underneath me trying to get out of my grip.
“You better tell me! Or I’ll tickle you!”
“No!” He determined.
I started moving my hands closer. I was about to tickle him when he stopped, “No! I surrender! Please don’t!”
I moved my hands away and grinned.
“I’m just happy that you’re here.”
“Thanks Tony. But couldn’t you have told me that without the chase?”
“I wasn’t finished yet, Noortje. Something happened to you and I’m going to find out what.”
The smile left my face and I looked at him with an emotionless expression. I was trying to read his face and he was trying to read mine. I looked down, knowing that I couldn’t get out of this situation. My hair fell around me acting as a curtain. Tony moved my face back up to look at him and he pushed my hair back behind my ear. We gazed at each other again and I could help but bite my lip. Tony smiled back at me before I felt something poke my leg. I jumped up.
“Tony!” I laughed.
“What… OH SHIT! I’m so sorry! It’s just, it’s been awhile, you know, and you were sitting on top of me… and oh shit. I’m so so so so sorry!”
“It doesn’t matter just go to the bathroom.” I helped him up and pushed him in the direction of the bathroom.
He ran in and quickly slammed the door shut. I sat in quiet reading a book I had found and was just getting into the storyline when I heard low moaning. I blushed and tried my hardest to concentrate on the book, but it was almost impossible.

Tony walked out and I tried to forget what had just happened, but I couldn’t help but giggle. He looked at me weirdly and I stopped. When he looked away again I started giggling again.
“What?” He requested.
I started full out laughing and my stomach started hurting.
“Did you…?”
I nodded and was now on the floor and tears were streaming down my cheeks.
Tony groaned, “Ugh, can this day get any worse?”
I wiped away my tears and tried to recollect myself, failing a couple of times.
“It’s ok, Tone. I should get used to it, I’m going to be living with 4 guys in a bus for months at a time.”
“It’s still embarrassing!”
“Well, while you figure out how to get that blush of your face, I will go upstairs and paint. I feel like painting again.”

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I took out a brand new large canvas and put it on my easel that faced the window. With my 4H pencil I started to sketch the outline of the beach and ocean. I wanted to do something different. I wasn’t going to give the painting a twist. This this I was going to make it realistic, I was going to try to make an exact copy.
It took me two hours just to sketch the outline. I finally started working with paint and was determined to finish it today. I was never the person that liked to spread out work over a couple of days. I had skipped lunch and only came down to quickly eat dinner that Tony had made. When I at last had finished the painting it was already 1 in the morning. I had the worst headache I ever had. Ugh, I hate paint fumes. I wouldn’t be able to sleep in this smell. I put on my pajamas and headed over to Tony’s room.
I slowly creaked open the door, “Psst! Tony!”
“What?” He mumbled sleepily.
“Can I sleep here?”
“Why?”
“Paint fumes.”
He sighed and turned on his bedside lamp. He looked at me and sighed again before taking off the covers from the other side of the bed, ushering me to come in.

I once again, fell asleep in the presence of Tony.

Notes

Just a short chapter
I made up Noortjes twitter name, sorry if it's actually a real name.

-DSN