A/N: LOL. Ziley randomness all around. I actually have a new, multi-chapter ZaneRiley fic published, so if you could check that out, I'd love it! :) So yeah, not much to say. Thanks a bunch for the feedback on this story! It's phenomenal to know how much you enjoy it! xo.

Signs of Insanity

Riley watches as Zane trudges to the table, the effects of rising early clearly taking a toll on him. His hair is messed, granted he just rolled out of bed, and his pajamas are wrinkled and twisted. Despite his disheveled appearance, his boyfriend thinks he's still radiant. Though, there isn't a time he thinks otherwise. The boy was a walking wonder.

He plops down in the seat across from him, stretching and yawning whilst doing so. He reaches for the orange juice and pours himself a glass.

Riley smiles. "Morning, sunshine."

It's contagious. A similiar expression shows itself on Zane's tired face. "G'mornin'."

The exhausted teenager all but swallows his OJ down in one gulp. Riley snickers, and Zane ignores it. Instead, he focuses his attention on the daisies in the vase between them. "What'd you dream about?" he asks, resulting in a curious smirk from the observing athlete.

He answers, and links his hand with Zane's free one, the one that isn't toying with the blooming flowers. "Oh nothing really. Dreamt I made it to the NFL. Nothing new." He grinned, happily, and went on to return the inquiry. "What about you?"

Zane bites his lip, and stops fidgeting with the plant. He meets Riley's eyes and looks for reassurance. "Promise you won't laugh?"

The quarterback nods. Zane's features hold a very serious, and very cautious countenance. One that made it very difficult to want to break a promise. "Of course."

The smaller teenager exhales, and closes his eyes. "I had a dream that I was pregnant," he admits, and re-opens his eyes to the sight of Riley bursting out in giggles. He snatches his hand back and watches angrily as his lover nearly collapses from amusement.

"Riley!" he huffs, clearly offended.

The laughter doesn't stop for an estimated ten minutes as the jock doubles over in laughter. It wasn't the funniest thing he's heard, but the image was absolutely hilarious, although his love would look cute with child.

"I-I'm sorry!" Riley chokes out. His eyes are wet with tears, and he's holding his stomach. It hurts.

Zane continues to pout and gets up to leave. Riley's calmed down but he's still grinning like a fool. He grabs Zane's wrist and pulls him to sit in his lap. He wiggles and squirms, trying to escape his boyfriend's hold, but its too much, and he gives up. He turns away, not wanting to face him.

"I'm sorry," Riley says, nipping at Zane's exposed neck. Said boy doesn't respond. He doesn't even move. "Come on, babe, I apologize."

The upset teenager grudgingly turns his attention to him, his lips still turned down in a scowl. "You promised you wouldn't laugh!" He exclaims and Riley feigns as if he's disapointed in himself.

"I know I would, sweetheart. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. It was a dream, though. It wasn't real."

Zane remained skeptical. "You made me feel like I'm weird for dreaming of it, though."

Riley pulled him closer and kept his gaze locked on his love's. "Sometimes, your dreams aren't easy to control. They tend to create crazy scenarios." He explained, and smiled when Zane looked a tad more calm. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

The couple's lips found one anothers and remained attached for a long amount of time. Finally, they pulled away and Riley was left smirking devilishly.

"One more thing..."

Zane's eyebrows quirk in interest.

"Was the baby mine?"

"Riley!"