"Why do you have so many pens, Zander?" Stevie asked as she played with the large tin the pens were packed into.
Zander looked up from tuning his ukulele and gave her a funny look, "I don't know." He shrugged. "What are we going to write our song about?"
Stevie ignored his question, "How do you know they all work?"
"I don't know… Stevie-"
She held a pen up at him, "This one's broken."
"So?" Zander put his ukulele down on his bed, a bit frustrated.
"Why keep it if it's broken?" Stevie persisted, not seeming to understand how annoying she was being.
"I don't know Stevie!" Zander sighed, running a hand edgily through his hair.
"Look, this one's broken to!" Stevie exclaimed, as she started to stack the pens in sections on her boyfriend's desk.
Zander sighed and picked up his ukulele, even if Stevie wasn't going to be a very active participant of this song writing session, Zander certainly was.
So a while there was only sounds of Zander strumming quietly on his ukulele and Stevie clicking pens and scribbling on a piece of paper to test them. Eventually she picked all the broken pens up and disappeared down the hall to find a rubbish bin. Zander flopped on his bed tiredly. She seemed to want to be difficult today. He stood up slowly and stretched, feeling pretty frustrated.
He could hear her coming back down the hall, her sock covered feet making gentle sapping sounds against the wood floor. He stood next to the door, waiting for it to open. When it did, he caught her round the waist and pulled her backwards on to the bed before planting a kiss on her cheek.
"Maybe I think you're cute and funny,
Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you, if you know what I mean." Zander sang to her, softly, strumming the chords on his ukulele.
Stevie giggled and pulled him down on to her. Zander didn't complain. Though, in between kisses he managed to keep singing, "Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France."
Stevie smiled at him. "You're adorable." She muttered as she traced the line of his jaw with her finger.
"Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance." Zander continued.
He didn't get any further though, because Stevie saw that moment as perfect to attack him and not let go.
Eventually he pulled away, breathing hard. "You're nuts." He informed her.
Stevie giggled in response.
"Song writing now?" he asked.
Stevie frowned.
"Steves, why don't you want to write a song?" Zander asked quietly.
"I just don't really feel like it." She muttered, tugging on a long strand of hair and looking anywhere but at him, that was very hard however, as he was on top of her.
"What do you want to do?" he asked, slowly sitting up.
She shrugged. "I don't mind making out."
"Yesterday you told me making out wasn't fun, and now you think it is?"
"Zander, you know why I didn't want to." She crawled over to him and rested her head on his shoulder.
He sighed, "I guess."
For a moment neither said anything. Zander played with Stevie's hair absentmindedly and Stevie tried to enjoy the moment, knowing she couldn't keep pretending that this was ok forever.
"What about we go out?" Zander asked quietly.
Stevie nodded, "where?"
"Will you let me pick?" Zander murmured.
"Yes." Stevie snuggled closer to him.
20 minutes later the pair were in Zanders truck making their way into the city. Stevie didn't ask where they were going and Zander didn't tell her.
He put the playlist 'Stevie' on for the journey, loving how excited she got over every song. '
"OH ZANDER! I love this song!" she slapped his arm gently in excitement every time and they both sung along to every song at the top of their lungs, turning to each other to sing some lyrics while doing the actions that had become ingrained after so long.
Zander pulled up put side a thrift store, "Let's have some fun!" he took her hand gently in his own and led her into the store.
They both snickered hysterically at each outfit they came out in, putting on accents and creating strange characters. Eventually Zander started finding multitudes of dresses for Stevie to try on, smiling at her every time as she good-naturedly put them on and twirled for him.
"You know," Zander was leaning up against the wall in between the dressing rooms, watching Stevie delightedly twirl around in I fluffy pink dress. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were actually enjoying this."
She picked the soft cape-like piece of material up and draped it over his face. "I may as well enjoy looking silly while it's only you and me." She pointed out with a smirk.
Zander nodded in agreement and held out a white dress. "Try this one on?"
"Last one." She agreed with a smirk.
The white dress turned out to be floor length and strapless with funny flowing things that attached to her wrists. Stevie frowned at it and stalked out to comment on it to her boyfriend. "Zander! This dress is weird."
"I think you look like a princess Steves."
"You're sweet."
"Seriously." Zander took Stevie's hand and spun her around, "a fairy princess."
She smiled, "I like that you have such a high opinion of me."
"I like that you'll put on a dress for me." Zander pulled her closer and gave her a quick kiss before dipping her backwards. Stevie let out a shocked high pitched giggle and griped his neck tightly.
"I like this dress on you Steviekins. If I give you a tiara will you wear it on a date sometime?"
She raised her eyebrows at him, "What are you going to take me to? A castle?"
"So, if I plan a magical date you'll wear it?"
"I'll think about it."
"Pretty please?"
"Pretty please Zander? That's so childish."
"Says the girl who makes every promise with her pinky."
"Touché."
"So you will?"
Stevie rolled her eyes at him, "fine!"
Zander grinned, kissed her nose and pulled her upright. "Change. We have places to be."
"Where?" Stevie asked, looking amused.
"I'm in charge of today, remember?" Zander teased, pushing her back into the dressing room.
He took her to get ice cream. "I found this place a few weeks ago and I've been waiting for the perfect time to take you." He told her as they entered the shop.
She could see why he wanted to bring her here, the shop boasted having 37 different ice cream flavors and had bumble bees painted all over the walls.
"This is so cute!" Stevie smiled, bouncing over to the ice cream.
A middle aged lady with a kind smile and graying hair smiled at the pair, "Welcome to Rosie's ice creamery! I'm Rosie."
"I'm Stevie." She responded without a second thought. "This is Zander. He promised me a fun day, but I think this goes above and beyond fun."
"Stevie." Rosie smiled. "That's an unusual name. But it's very pretty."
Stevie grinned, "Do you really have 37 different flavors of ice cream?"
"Of course!" Rosie nodded, "I don't lie, my dear, I only sell delicious ice cream."
Stevie walked along the glass slowly, reading each ice cream flavor under her breath.
"I guess business is a little slow at this time of year." Zander commented, eyeing his girlfriend, whose level of consciousness only extended to ice cream at this moment.
"Slower, but I still have my regulars." Rosie responded. "She likes ice cream?"
"She LOVES ice cream." Zander verified.
"Can I have all of them?" Stevie asked Zander with an adorable look of excitement.
"You can't have all of them Steves, you'll make yourself sick."
She pouted at him.
"We can come back though."
Stevie nodded. "Can I have the strawberry chocolate cheese cake please?" Stevie asked Rosie brightly.
After Zander had ordered his buttercream ice cream, they sat at a table and Zander showed her every funny picture he could think of.
Stevie gave him a kiss as he dropped her home and told him that it was "the best song writing session ever!"
Zander grinned, "I'm planning that fairytale date, princess. So get ready to be royalty!"
At the constant badgering of HTRobsessed, I wrote this one fast. This is the last really happy chapter for a while. So sit tight as I tear Stevie apart! But in all seriousness, I hope you enjoyed the Zevie fluff. And an explanation of Stevies VERY OC behaviour will come.
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