Hey guys! :) This is my first Zack and Cody fic, so please don't bash too hard! :)
Pairing: Zack/London "Lock"
Disclaimer: Nope.
Peering over the open water Zackary Martin smiled. It wasn't his usual goofy smile, or his love-struck smile, but it was just a smile. A smile that meant that he was happy. A smile that meant for once in his life, things were going his way. For once in his life, he was happy. Not because he got a date with the hot girl (who wouldn't want to date him?) or because he had pulled a prank (they always worked out anyways) on Mr. Moseby, it was just bliss. Zack felt a shiver roll up his spine, and not because it was chilly. The thought of him being happy for no reason at all made no sense to him—and Zack liked it when things made sense.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Zack turned to see London standing beside him, long, raven-colored hair curled and pulled back in a bun on the side of her head, wearing a banana-yellow, bedazzled robe over a micro-mini pink nightgown. Zack had to admit it was sexy, but also there was something about her at night that made her glow. She wasn't so… snotty and she looked relaxed.
"Yeah," he replied. He mentally smacked himself for not saying something smoother. "So um, London… why are you up so late?"
London shrugged, the pale moonlight reflecting off of her rosy cheeks. "Couldn't sleep." Zack smirked, remembering what happened the last time London couldn't sleep because of pearl earrings or something. It seemed like such a long time ago… a time in the hotel with his mom, with Esteban and Arwin, with Maddie…
Zack smirked. London was a lot less dumb at night. He began to think that maybe her idiocy was all an act…
"We had some good times, didn't we?" London brought up, as if she were reading his mind. "I mean… there were so many good times. Remember Jesse McCartney? And the time Cody was mummified?" Zack laughed with her, her laugh like chiming bells.
"You know, you're a lot less stupid," he blurted. London looked slightly offended, so Zack quickly added, "I mean, you kind of act like it a lot." He mentally slapped himself again. His mental image would be covered in red handprints by the time he was done.
"Well, I mean… it's sort of like this. Your image is the man-whore that goes through girls like tissues and pulls unnecessary pranks," said London slowly, as if Zack might not be able to keep up. "My image is the snotty, rich hotel heiress whose brain is the size of a microchip. Do you… remember how when we first met I was the snottiest girl in the whole world, but later I seemed to change?"
Zack nodded his head yes, still trying to process the fact that she just called him a "man whore".
"Yeah." London didn't say anything after that, instead she just stared at her slightly chipped gold finger nail polish. While she had been explaining image to Zack, she had been biting at it.
They watched the waves for the rest of the night until all Zack remembered was London falling asleep in his arms.
And he smiled.
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