|Miss Paris Tipton
Author: nothingsgonnachange PM
It wasn't love at first sight, but it was definitely love. Zack/OC - set during The Suite Life on DeckRated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Zack M. - Chapters: 17 - Words: 15,624 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 34 - Follows: 51 - Updated: 09-08-12 - Published: 05-30-12 - id: 8164860
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I stomped towards the pool where I found London on a sunbed. She was reading a fashion magazine in a purple bikini and big slouch head. Her huge round sunglasses, with sparkles I might add, covered her eyes. I approached her.
"Hey Londy, what are ya reading?", I asked trying to get her attention.
Marcus just approached London with a big glass filled with orange juice. "Here you go London, fresh orange juice as you wished", he said, handing London the big glass of cold juice. He added a quick: "Oh hi Paris."
"Hi Marcus", I said disappointed that there seemed to be nobody to be able to spend time with me.
"Hi Perrie!", London said and returned immediately to reading her magazine. I watched Marcus sitting down on the sun bed next to London and doing nothing else than staring at her
"Do you need anything else London?", he asked, staring at her lovingly.
"Yeah, could you get me a parasol? It's getting to hot."
"Anything for you London", he said dreamily.
"Ugh!", I said, annoyed that nobody seemed to have time for me. "What is it? National couples day?"
"Actually it is", a fourth voice said. I jumped and lost my balance, falling into the pool. When I surfaced I angrily spit out the water.
"You!", I said pointing at Zack. "You're everywhere!" I sat down on the poolside and tried to wring out my clothes.
"Well", he said sitting down next to me, "You told me that Stacey was in the lobby which was a lie and ran away, leaving me behind. Now I come to get my revenge."
"And how are you planning on doing that?"
"Easy", he pushed me into the water again, but this time I grabbed his wrist and dragged him along. When we surfaced I splashed water in his face and we got into a water fight. Eventually he held both hands in the air. "Truce."
"Fine I'll quit."
"Oh I guarantee you to quit. Both of you, out!", Mr. Moseby said. "Now come with me. I have a punishment for you two."
"What for?", Zack asked insulted.
"For breaking peace and disturbing my guests."
"But nobody complained", Zack protested.
"I do", Mr. Moseby said.
We followed him to Mr. Blanket's room.
"Seriously?", Zack complained. Mr. Moseby gave him a stern look and entered the door. When we entered after Mr. Moseby we saw Mr. Blanket hugging a doll that resembled Mrs. Tutweiller a little too much.
"Paris, this is Mr. Blanket is a psychologist. Maybe he can force some decent manners into both of your little brains." I cleared my throat.
"Excuse me Paris, into Zack little brains."
"Thank you", I smiled contently.
"Hey!", Zack said offended. "By the way, how's the love poem progressing?"
Mr. Moseby growled. "It's not going well thanks to you. Mr. Blanket, I'll leave these two to you", Mr. Moseby said and exited the room.
"Alright, work your magic, magic man", Zack said sitting down on a chair. He got comfortable and stared at Mr. Blanket.
"I have a question", I said to the psychologist.
He nodded. "Is today really national couples day?"
"Yes it is."
"Really?", I said and turned to Zack. "I thought you were joking." He raised his hands next to his head in innocence.
"Not at all. I take it you don't have a wife then", he said to Mr. Blanket. His eyes grew wide and the veins in his neck tightened.
"Not yet", he said. "But for now I have her." He caressed the Ms. Tutweiller doll. "Oh Emma." He made kissing faces to the doll.
"And we're the ones supposed to have a problem", I whispered to no one in particular.
"Huh I know", Zack replied, apparently hearing me. "Mr. Blanket", he said. "Why don't you write Ms. Tutweiller a poem, to show you affection? I bet she'll love it. In fact, I bet…she'd even want to date you."
Where was Zack heading? I didn't know, but I stayed silent.
"You'd think so?", Mr. Blanket replied with sparkly eyes.
"Absolutely", Zack answered confidently.
"Well then, I'd better start writing now", Mr. Blanket said.
"Yes you should."
Mr. Blanket grabbed a piece of paper and sat down behind his desk. He placed the Ms. Tutweiller doll in front of him and looked at her for inspiration. The he started writing eagerly. Zack pointed to the door and mouthed 'go' to me. I nodded and silently opened the door. Zack followed and closed it, before bursting out in laughter. I joined him and tried to talk.
"Man…is he always…like that?", I said trying to catch my bearth.
"He is when it come to Ms. Tutweiller." Zack had already caught his breath, while I was still panting.
"Great", I said.
I looked at Zack and smiled. He smiled back and it seemed to reach his eyes. Something deep inside told me this could grow into a great friendship.
"Great", I unconsciously said out loud again.
"Nothing", I grinned and together we walked down the hallway, away from Mr. Blanket's office.