These oneshots will be varying lengths because some days writing just kills me, man.

Day 2 – Pet Names

"You send my soul sky high."

'Hey, moron.' Zero whacked Vin up the back of his head while he lay dozing with his head on his arms. When he jerked up in surprise, she dumped his biology textbook on the table before him. 'You left this behind.'

He scowled sullenly, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. 'Y'know, I don't think that's such a bad thing.'

'Yeah, whatever. You do you.' She plopped down in the empty chair beside him, leaning against the side of the table. 'Hey.' She clicked her fingers in front of her face. 'Sleepyhead. Wake up.'

'Lemme'lone,' he mumbled, face already buried back amidst his arms. 'M'sleeping.'

She quirked an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips because she knew exactly what was happening here. 'Liar. You just don't want to do this homework.'

He looked back up at her, now seeming oddly alert considering his earlier fatigue. 'Cow. You're a cow.'

She grinned impishly, giving him another knock upside the head for good measure. 'And you're a jackass. Go figure.'

'Zero! Zero! Hey, BLONDIE!'

For someone who prided herself on her observational skills, she really could be dense as a brick wall most of the time. And by "most of the time", Vin meant all of the time.

He hurried down the corridor, breaking into a slight jog as he tried to catch up to her, while she walked with her headphones on and hands stuffed in her jacket pockets. 'Hey, Zero! Miss Grumbleguts! Pain-in-the-ass!' He quickened his pace a little more, unconsciously leaning forward on the balls of his feet. 'Miss Gothic!'

That, of all things, got her attention. She spun around abruptly, pale eyebrows quirked in surprise, before scowling when she saw him. She pulled off her headphones and sat them around her neck.

'First off all,' she said irritably, 'it's not goth, it's punk. There's a difference.'

Vin, who had finally caught up to her, skidded to a stop. 'Sorry, I really can't tell.'

She sighed heavily. 'Secondly, I'm busy.'

He folded his arms. 'Busy walking?'

She wrinkled her nose. 'Busy walking to my bed, in which I will hibernate for 36 hours to recover from your annoying habits.'

Vin put a hand over his heart. 'Ooh, that one cut deep.'

'Oh, shut up.'

'Can I come? I promise I'll be quiet; Trix and Newton are studying again, and it's boring as shit.'

She thought about it for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of Vin following her around like a lost puppy. Then she rolled her eyes. 'Alright, fine. But if you talk, you're out. Got it?'

He grinned widely. 'Awesome. But why are you really hibernating?'

'We are not going there, asshole.'

'Love you too, dear.'

He got himself punched for that.

'Vin, move.'

'Shh.'

'Then move. You're sitting on my foot.'

'I can't believe you'd dare talk during a Star Wars marathon.'

'Well the prequels are shit anyway, so who cares?'

'That doesn't mean you can talk whenever you want.'

'Then get off my frigging foot.'

'Shut up, padawan.'

. . .

. . .

'You did not just say that.'

'You bet your ass I did.'

'You little shit. I'm not the padawan, you're the padawan. I'm the Jedi master, obviously.'

'No, I'd be the master because I'm the cool one.'

'But I can kick your ass, so your point is useless. Being pretty only gets you so far, dumbass.'

'And you'd know, wouldn't you?'

. . .

. . .

'Alright, so either you just called me pretty or a dumbass, and I don't like either of those options.'

'Both. Shut up and take the flattery, padawan.'

'You're the padawan. I get to be Kenobi because he's not a whiny bi-'

'Zero, you know Obi-Wan and Anakin are like, totally gay, right? So if that were a reflection of us . . .'

. . .

. . .

'This conversation is over. Shut up and watch the movie.'

'. . . you know I'm still sitting on your foot, yeah?'

'You seem to like sleeping here.'

Vin didn't move, though his fingers twitched to show he was listening. Once again he was sprawled across the library table, his face pillowed in his arms. Zero sat on the tabletop beside his hands.

'Guess what?'

He didn't respond, still clearly trying to sleep.

'You're the padawan.'

And just like that, he shot up like a rocket. 'I am NOT -'

That debate lasted a whole extra hour. No lie. But really, she wouldn't have it any other way.

Chapter title - "Our Song", Taylor Swift

Quote - "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go", Wham!