Author: levina-c PM
After the prom, Zoey and Chase take some time alone to discuss some things.Rated: Fiction K - English - Drama/Romance - Zoey B. & Chase M. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,622 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 10-13-12 - Published: 10-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8601077
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The office was empty and the lights were off, but somehow the door was unlocked.
"I can't find the light switch," Chase commented.
"It's okay. I know where the stuff we need is stored."
She rifled around in the shelves and found ointment and bandages. Following the sound of his voice, Zoey made her way to Chase and navigated his arm by touch. When she'd secured the gauze around it tightly enough, she kissed it lightly and said, "There, all better."
"It - it didn't really hurt anyway." He cracked his signature crooked half-smile. "But thanks, Zoe."
"Were you ignoring the pain the whole night?" She was accusing and playful all at once.
"It was easy." He looked at the wall. "Especially when I was dancing with you."
She snorted. "That's funny, because I distinctly remember that it was your arms that were doing most of the dancing." She took his hand. "But thanks for being so sweet."
He bobbed his head up and down, grinning. "I try, I try."
"Come on, let's go to back to our dorms. I'm tired of standing around in the dark. And I'm kind of exhausted."
Her phone started ringing in her pocket as they groped their way to the door. She let go of his hand to pull it out and opened yet another text from Lola, the fifth of the night. In her distraction she tripped over something and let out a yelp before tumbling to the floor.
"Zoey!" He bent over, found her hand, and helped her up. "You okay?"
"I think I sprained my instep or something..."
"Can you walk?"
"Yeah." She took a step and winced. "Painfully."
"Unfortunately, I don't know how to treat a sprained instep. But, I can carry you back to your dorm if you want."
"Oh, It's alright, there's really no nee- "
She squeaked as he scooped her up off the floor and her likely-injured foot.
"Arms around my neck."
She complied; he made it safely out the door and into the hallway.
"Isn't it ironic, getting injured at a nurse's office?"
"Oh, be quiet and carry me."
"As you wish." Under his breath he said, "Doubly ironic when you come to the nurse's office to treat someone else."
She laughed. "Now, don't fall again."
"I'll do my best."
Although the lights were off in the hallways of the girls' dormitory, they could still hear a few voices, and Chase was sure he saw a couple making out in a dark corner. He tread heavily away from them before either of the two could notice. Apparently they weren't the only students still awake at this hour.
Chase opened the door with the key Zoey handed to him. The lights were also off inside the room, and Lola and Quinn seemed to be fast asleep. He started travelling the final distance to Zoey's bed.
"Well, good night, Zoe," he murmured. He kissed her softly as he laid her down onto the bed and then pulled the covers up to her shoulders.
"G'night, Chase," she murmured back, unwrapping her arms from him. "Sleep tight."
He left. She slipped off her shoes and settled herself comfortably in her bed. It was a good thing she'd gone to prom in her day clothes, or else she would have to get up again and strip to avoid ruining her expensive semi-formal dress.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Lola and Quinn shot up in their beds and began taking turns excitedly bombarding Zoey with questions. Needless to say, it was a crack in her good mood.
"So? What happened?!"
"What have you been doing all night?"
"Where have you been all night?"
"Why was he carrying you in here?"
"Guys, guys, guys! It's like, one in the morning! Give a girl a break."
"But we have to know!"
"Yeah, Zoey, come on. You've been out all night alone with Chase, and you haven't been answering our texts. Well," Quinn amended, "you did answer one, but it was only to tell us that you were okay."
Zoey groaned, folding her pillow over her head."Can't this wait until morning?"
Zoey raised an eyebrow at the two of them and stared the two girls down. Her response was clear.
"Oh, fine," Lola said defeatedly. "But as soon as you open your eyes tomorrow morning, Zoey Brooks, you're spilling everything."
"Deal. Now go to sleep."
Zoey shut her eyes and tried to relax and ignore the pain in her foot. But it was quite a while before thoughts of the night stopped streaming through her mind and she was able to sleep. Chase's voice, everything he'd told her, his eyes, his smile, and the sensation of his lips against hers was the prime occupation in her thoughts.
And when she did fall asleep, she was still smiling.
Outside, Chase let out a deep breath and sunk down against the door to the girls' dorm room. He could not wipe the goofy grin off his face, and he didn't want to. He was too thrilled, too happy, and only beginning to feel the aftershock of the night's events. He'd done it. After all these years, he'd finally done it.
Almost inaudibly, he pumped a fist and whispered "Yesss..." to himself. Then it hit him that he was a boy, in the girl's dormitory, at night, and that he should probably get a move on.
As he walked in the dark through a foreign hallway past midnight, he thought that maybe he was the happiest guy in the world at that moment.
I really don't know how bad Chase's injuries were, since we only got a brief glimpse of them. It looked more like ketchup to me, anyway, and I played it up for the drama.
Thumbs up for cheesy endings? c}: