note: this is a/u
there's a shop down the street where they sell
plastic rings for a quarter a piece
I swear it
yeah I know that it's cheap,
not like gold in your dreams but I hope
that you'll still wear it
-the cab, endlessly
The sun burns his eyes, and Zig tugs down his cheap 99 cent store shades as he waits outside The Dot for Tori. His palms are shaking and his breath is a bit ragged, and not for the first time he thinks of picking up the phone and calling her to cancel.
He can't though – everything's falling into place. There's no turning back, no matter how scared he is. He's got to do it. He wants to do it.
Before he can blink, there's a flurry of dark curls and arms encircle his neck, and it's all he can do not to pull her face to his in a kiss. No, not yet, he tells himself as he circles his arms around her thin frame.
"Hey, Tori," he smiles his lopsided smile as the scent of her green apple shampoo assaults his senses. It's one punch he doesn't mind.
"What'd you want to talk about?" She blinks as she pulls away and he can't help but think about how adorable she looks. Her hair is perfectly done, along with her makeup, and he notes that she looks almost as if she's dressing to impress someone... then again, he reminds himself before he can get hopeful, this is Tori.
Swallowing the lump that grows in his throat, he slides his shaking hands inside his pockets, his right index figure scrapping against a small ring inside his pocket. It gives him courage.
"Tori," he starts, but has to stop and think about how exactly to word this. And then he doesn't. He's spent so much time thinking, and really he doesn't want to think anymore. He just wants to feel and for her to maybe feel back. So he opens his mouth and words start coming out – words he never, ever thought he'd say.
Tori's his best friend, but she's so much more than that and she has to know that.
"-I'm in love with you."
Zig has no idea what he's said – thinking back later, it'll all be a hazy blur of words and thoughts and feelings, and fear and mostly, relief.
Tori stands there, completely still, and he thinks "oh, maybe I was wrong." But then he catches just the hint of a tiny smile forming at the corner of her lips and she moves forward slowly, closing the space between them.
"I love you," she echoes him, and before he can even think to open his mouth her lips are on his and it's the best thing that's ever happened to him in his entire life. He lifts his hands from his pockets and cups her face, reveling at the softness that's her skin.
When they pull apart, he's sure he's bright pink. Shyly, he reaches back into his pocket, but then hesitates.
It's nothing special, just a cheap ring from a vending machine. But it's also the ring his grandpa gave his grandma when they were just seven years old with a "will you marry me?" She said no and threw the ring in his face. Twelve years later, they were married.
His grandpa had left the ring to him. It's a ring that has been there for nearly sixty years of love; the start of a love story.
Tori doesn't notice him digging into her pocket. Instead, she weaves her arm through his and asks if he wants coffee, blushing a light pink. He assumes she wants to talk about them, and what just happens, and he knows he can't deny her – doesn't want to deny her.
"Sure," he nods, and lets the ring fall back inside his pocket.
Six years later, when they're both twenty-one years old, he smiles at the woman before him. She's dressed in all white and he swears she's never been more beautiful than she is now. Breathtaking, that's exactly what she is.
"I do," she says, and the ring he slides onto her finger is a plastic, vending machine ring – it's not gold, but somehow it's worth more than that, and Tori doesn't complain (she knows the story behind it) – and Zig "kisses the bride" before she can.