A:/N Howdy! After some consideration I decided that none of these one shots would interact, except for two future ones, so…yeah.
"C'mon Ta, you should've know that I would do that!" Zevran reasoned with a laugh. Amata shook her head again and blew the hair out of her eyes.
"You're an ass, Zev!" She yelled, glaring dagger at her friend. He faltered, seeing the anger flaring in her green eyes. She stormed away from him, into her apartment, punching the lock code in behind her. Zev sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair as she closed the window shutters.
"I've really done it this time, haven't I?" he muttered as he stood there, his head turned to the ceiling, as though he was asking some higher power for an answer. With another sigh, he began to walk back to his own apartment so he could sulk for awhile. When he opened the door, his father was sitting at his desk, studying some papers. James looked up at his son and smiled, but quickly knit his eyebrows in confusion when he saw his son's expression.
"What's bothering you Zevran?" James asked in the worried tone only parents can manage. Zev looked at his father and forced a small smile.
"Nothing, jut a rough day," he lied, trying to make a swift escape to his room.
"You should know better than to lie to your father." Zevran topped just shy of his door and turned to face his scowling father.
"Amata is mad at me…like really mad at me," he mumbled, a hand nervously resting on the back of his neck.
"Well, what did you do? This time I mean," James questioned with a small sigh. Over the years, Amata and Zevran had fought like cats and dogs a few times, mostly due to their conflicting personalities, but also due to other things.
"Paul was trying to ask Amata out, and I told him to back off."
Jealousy was a common issue with them.
"That's it?"
"…Yup," Zevran answered, trying to keep a straight face. James shook his head, and Zev sighed. "I told him to back off because she was mine. I was doing her a favor!"
"You think you were doing her a favor, but maybe she likes Paul," James reasoned with his frantic son. Zevran got a confused look on his face, which dissolved into annoyance, then to anger.
"Paul hangs out with Butch! He probably is just trying to mess with both of us! I was doing her a favor, no matter what you guys think!" Zev argued, rage flaring in his green eyes, making them darken slightly. Before his father could respond, the teen opened his door and shut it quickly before he flopped on his bed angrily. He picked up a pillow, put it over his face and yelled into it, trying to relieve stress. He laid there for a while, pillow on his face as he breathed heavily to alleviate his anger. After a while he removed the pillow but still held it in a death grip.
"Amata's right…I am an ass…fuck," he muttered, blankly staring at the ceiling. He glanced at his Pip-Boy and brought up the messenger he had installed on his and Amata's some time ago. He sent her a quick message;
Sorry for my assness
-Zev
He waited for a few moments before he heard the familiar ping, signaling Amata didn't hate him yet.
Sorry for calling you an ass
-Ta
Why are you sorry? It was my fault.
-Zev
You were just trying to help.
-Ta
Zevran let out a low growl of frustration as he read he message. Why wasn't she mad anymore! Here he was, trying to make up, and she wasn't mad!
No, I just being selfish.
-Zev
No, I was over reacting.
-Ta
No, you reacted the way you should, I was being an ass, like you said.
-Zev
No, you were trying to protect me. The whole thing was probably something Butch did tomes with us.
-Ta
Zev had the urge to yell into his pillow again, but he resisted.
I'm trying to make up with you, and you aren't mad anymore! That makes it kind of hard to make up!
-Zev
I'm trying to make up with you and you are getting mad at me!
-Ta
This is ridiculous!
-Zev
I hate you!
-Ta
I love you!
-Zev
In his haste and anger, Zevran put love instead of 'loathe' like he meant to. His mouth hang agape as he realized what he put. There was silence for a while, and he didn't expect a response, so he changed into his pajamas. He clicked his Pip-Boy light on and laid silently in his bed, not bothering to turn on a radio station that played music he had never heard before. Just as he was about to drift to sleep, his door opened, and there stood Amata, hair still up in a pony-tail, a tank top and shorts clinging to her tan skin. She was smiling despite what they had been said not long ago. Zevran propped himself up on hi elbows and smiled at her. Amata was the first to speak.
"I'm sorry about…calling you an ass, and saying I hated you. I really didn't mean it," she muttered shyly, looking at the ground so as to hide her blush. Zevran chuckled and shook his head.
"I'm sorry about getting mad at you for not being mad at me," he responded, "I'm kinda an idiot sometimes." Amata laughed and sat on the edge of his bed.
"I was the one who was being stupid earlier; you were jut trying to protect me."
I was also jealous, Zevran thought to himself. He shook his head and smiled at his friend.
"It wasn't my business to get involved in the first place," he answered. Amata looked at him and reached out to ruffle his dark blond hair. He responded by grabbing her hand and pulling her down on top of him. Zevran laughed as Amata blushed furiously before eventually regaining her senses.
"I take back what I said about you not being an ass," she spat, smacking him across the chest. Zevran laughed again, before flashing a smile to his best friend.
"Shut up and go to sleep," he said as sweetly as those words could be said. Amata opened her mouth to protest, but quickly closed it again wordlessly. She laid next to Zevran and snuggled against his chest, like she would most of the time they ended up sleeping together. Zevran kissed the top of her head quickly.
"Night Amata," he muttered as he tried to drift to sleep. Amata rolled her eyes at her friend and drifted to sleep herself.
A:/N I'd like to point out how loooooong this chapter is! It may not be long to some of you guys, but I average a one page chapter 90 percent of the time.
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