Counting Stars

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"Merry Christmas Eve!" I exclaim brightly, and quite loudly for 6 am in the morning.

Zach jumps about 4 feet, dropping the hair straightener on the floor, with a loud bang.

"Dammit savanna, how many times have i told you not to do that" he snaps, turning to stare at me wide eyed.

I shrug, "it's Christmas Eve,day, I have to be enthustiatic" I state, crossing my arms.

Zach sighs, finally begining to calm himself down from my out burst.

"You know I hate people doing that" he mutters, going to pick up the hair supply.

"Yes" I reason, going over and standing by him in the mirror.

"But," I start, turning to zach and wraping my arms around his neck, leaning my forehead against his.

"It's a holiday, so it is ok" I state.

"You can't always take advantage of my jumpiness" zach whines lightly.

I sigh, "i know, I just can't help it I'm a loud person"

Zach chuckles, closing the space between us by placing a soft kiss on my lips.

"That's your punishment" he mumbles, looking at me with those soft brown eyes and smiling smally.

"Not much of a punishment" I tease, reaching up and tucking a piece of his bangs behind his ears, reviling more than iv ever seen of his face.

My eyes instantly dart to his forehead, my eyes growing wide at the seen.

"Z-zach" I start, my eyes widening, and I instantly back away from zach, seeing if this is really happening.

It takes zach a moment to realize what I'm talking about, but when he catches a glimpse of what I'm talking about in the mirror, his eyes grow wide and he immidantly recovers it with his bangs.

We both stay quiet for a minute.

It was a scar. not a very noticeable one, it looked old and faded, but it was still there, starting at his part and going down to just above his eyebrow.

"Z-zach, w-what happended" I ask quietly, looking over at zach, feeling light tears brim my eyes, but hold them back.

Zach stays quiet, staring blankly at the ground.

"Zach" I repeat, and he looks up at me with guarded eyes.

"Just a scar" he states simply, "no big deal, it was years ago"

"Still" I say, "what happened"

Zach sighs, "savanna I really don't want to talk about it" he almost begs.

I sigh, having a feeling he would say that.

I slowly approach him, he doesent seem to notice as I rest my hand on his cheek.

Zachs body stiffens at my touch and he goes completely still, sending me a wary look, his eyes not leaving my hand.

"I'm not going to hurt you" I say softly, trying to meet his guarded gaze.

Zachs stare doesent leave my hand, as if he's just waiting for me to hit him.

"You know that, right?" I ask, again softly.

Zach doesent answer for a moment, until finally he seems to snap out of his daze and his eyes meet mine.

He nods, hesitating before saying, "I-I know"

"And, you can also tell me how you got that scar" I add, sending zach a reassuring look.

He finally sighs, moving away from my touch and taking a seat on the counter.