A/N: Hey guys, you all probably hate me for being MIA but computer problems and life happens. So I'm not going to rant but I do hope you guys like this one-shot, I literally just typed it; I got it from a book I'm reading right now. Happy Zevie Month! Please Review!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own anything not even the plot.

My hands are dying.

I keep trying to explain it to Zander, but he just looks like at me like I'm crazy.

"They don't feel warm—they haven't."I squeeze the tips of my fingers as hard as I can, which hurts. "They're not numb, though…"

He takes my right hand and studies my fingers. They seem healthy, pink. He shakes his head. "They're not blue."

"But they're cold."

"They feel warm to me."

"They feel cold," I insist.

"Okay, Stevie," he says. "They're cold."

I jerk my hands from his and then I rub them together. Friction. Heat. Zander can say what he wants; they're freezing. It's the hottest summer Brewster has seen in something like ten years, but I haven't been able to get my hands to warm up since it happened. I hold them up again. They don't even look like my hands anymore. They don't even look like anything that could belong to me, even though they're clearly attached.

"They're different." I tell him.

"Steves would you please put your hands down?"

My hands have changed. I catch Zander looking at them sometimes, and I see it on his face that they're different, no matter what he's saying now.

We're sprawled out on the dry, yellow grass next to a river. I give Zander a look. He returns a lazy smile.

I get up and lay my head on his chest, like they're a pillow; my pillow.

I stare at the sky. It's clear, no clouds or anything. Just the sun, until it burns out billions of years from now.

"What are you thinking?" Zander asks. I hold up hands. I don't even say anything and he goes. "Stevie, please don't make me feel up your hands again."

"Why?"

"Because I won't."

"I bet if I asked, you would."

"Probably."

Zander would do almost anything for me. Zander grabs my hand and gets me out of my trance almost instantly as he kisses each one of my fingertips and then my palm.

"What are you doing?"

"Making your hands feel better." He says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. He lets go of my hands and grabs my chin gently with his thumb and index finger making me look at him dead in the eye, his other hand moves a strand of hair from my face and then comes back and caresses my cheek.

"Your hands are perfect…your perfect." He says to me looking me straight in the eye. We both lean in until we meet in the middle and at first I'm stunned but passion takes over and before I know it we're in a heated make-out session. I pull away first and look down, because I never thought I would have had a heated make-out session with my best friend.

"Um I think I should be heading home, if not my parents will kill me while my brothers kill you!" I say with a small smile.

"Ha yeah I'll go ahead and walk you." He offers. He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers.

"Hmm what do ya know?" He says as he looks down at our hands.

"What?"

"They fit perfectly with mine." I smile at his lameness, but he just kisses the top of my hand.

After twenty minutes of walking we finally arrive at my house. He kisses me on the lips lightly and whispers in my ear, "You're so much more then perfection." As he turns and walks down my drive way, I start to feel warmth in my hands.

Yeah I know horrible, but I hope you liked it enough to review, so please please please review!

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