TW: Self harm, blood, trauma, etc.

Dime: Oh no- *goes to help her*

She coughed a hit.

Dime: *sits her down on the couch*

She winces

Dime: *gets a first aid kit* Who did this to you?-

"A bunch of- people with- big- guns held me hostage-"

Dime: D-Did anyone follow you?- *starts wrapping bandages*

"N-no-"

Dime: *finishes with the bandages* Why you?-

"Long story-"

Dime: You can tell it later, you need rest…

"Im fine..."

Dime: Just lay down please, you’re hurt-

"Im injured. Im always hurt."

Dime: *frowns* Well, you’d at least feel better if you got some rest…

"I guess..."

Dime: *gets a blanket for her*

She sighs.

Dime: … *covers her with it* I hate seeing you like this…

"Like what?"

Dime: This hurt, like you’ve gotten injured before but nothing like this-

"Its not the worst..."
She rolls down her sleeve, her whole wrist was stitched together tightly

Dime: You’ve never shown me that one..

"There's one worse one, but ill spare ya."

Dime: Please do-

She nods

Dime: *starts reading a book*

She closes her eye

eyes*

Dime: *peeks over at her*

Shes trying to sleep.

Dime: *smiles* Good night.

"Can i have... a small warm towel on my head? Can't fall asleep with a headache."

Dime: *nods and goes to get one*

"Thanks..."

Dime: *puts the towel on her head* There..

"thanks youuuu..."

Dime: *smiles*

She closes her eyes, soon after falling asleep

Dime: …

Shes asleep.

Dime: *smiles*

So, what now..?

Dime: I don’t know-

She was asleep.

Dime: *reads a chapter of his book*

She looked so peaceful.

*a few thought entered his head about her, making him blush a bit*
Dime: I-I should just go to bed-

Made you think. Was she single?

Dime: *goes into his bed* .///. Stupid intrusive thoughts... *slowly falls asleep*

In the morning...

*a very loud alarm clock went off*
Dime: *groans*

She was up, cooking breakfast.

*she could hear the alarm turn off, he must be awake*

"How do you not have a headache every morning?"
She loidly states from the kitchen

Dime: *proclaimed loudly* Good morning to you too

"So far I've burnt my wrist and cut my finger. But yeah, good morning."

Dime: *goes the the restroom and brushes his teeth*

She pates up breakfast, sighing.

Dime: *walks over to the kitchen*

She hands him a plate. Omelete, 3 slices of bacon, spicy breakfast potatoes, and a biscuit with some gravy.

*he was taken aback by the meal*
Dime: Oh, uhh, I could have made my own breakfast, but thank you.

"You weren't uo yet and i was bored, so..."

Dime: When did you wake up?

"An hour ago."

Dime: Oh.. wake me up if you’re bored next time I guess..

"Alright."

Dime: By the way, I wanted to ask you something.

"Yeah?"

Dime: Well, I don’t mind you being here at all, frankly I’m glad, but was I your only option? No family, friends, *pauses* boyfriend or anything like that?-

"I do have a boyfriend, but... i feel safer wirh you..."

Dime: Does he know you’re here?- I don’t want him to get any ideas-

"Yeah, i called him."

Dime: What did he say?-

"He said its okay if 'i needed a moment to decompress', ir whatever."

Dime: Oh, okay- *in his head “At this point I might stay single for life-“ *

"He's too overprotective..."

Dime: What does he do? *eats*

"Even if somethings a little dangerous, he'll lock me out of it. He keeps me out by... grabbing me with his big, strong arms..."

Dime: Oh…

She looked distracted for a bit, then looked back up at him.
"Yeah. Overprotective."

Dime: Anything else I should know about? *picked up on that*

"Uhm... uh... no, not really..."

Dime: You’re pausing a lot, are you sure?-

She sighs.
"Yeah, just- its easy to get distracted thinking about him."

Dime: *keeps this in mind* Here. *gives him some of your food*

"I already ate, im fine..."

Dime: Are you sure?

"Yeah."

Dime: If you say so. *eats*

She smiles.

Dime: ?

"Just happy today."

Dime: Oh. *smiles too*

She smiles, leaning back.

Dime: *finishes his food*

"Was it good?"

Dime: It was great.

"Thanks."

Dime: No problem at all.

She smiles

Dime: Uhh, what now?-

"Im happy."

Dime: You seem to be healing.

She nods.

Dime: *stretches* I’m going to the store, is there anything you want me to get?

"...AA batteries?"

Dime: For what?/

"My mp3 player."

Dime: *nods and walks over to the store*

She sighs after he leff

Dime: *thinks about her as he walks to the store*

She thought about him a bit

Dime: *makes it to the store*

There was batteries.

Dime: *grabs them and a few other things, then jogs back*

Shes on her back on the couch, calmly jotting things down on a piece of paper

Dime: *unlocks the door and walks in*

"Hey."

Dime: *waves*
*you could tell he was running a bit*

"Hey."

Dimr: *sits next to her*

"You okay?:

Dime: Mhm.

"Ive been thinking..."

Dimd: Hmm?-

"I've only known john for one day..."

Dime: Mhm.. *following along*

"And you've been acting differently around me."

Dime: Wh-What do you mean?-

"Youve been blushing more, looking at me often."

Dime: I- *pauses*

"So..."

Dime: So… *slightly blushing*

"Wanna be my boyfriend?"

Dime: Oh… yeah. *smiles while freaking out internally*

She smiles wide, "Yay."

Dime: I didn’t think I was that easy to read- *nervous chuckle*

She looked at him, tilting her head. "Clear as day, sweetie."

Dime: When did you know?-

"I fell asleep about two hours after you did. I was still trying to sleep."

Dime: *eyes widen* O-Oh-, you saw all that?-

"All of it."

Dime: *looks away and blushes again*

"It was hard to stay that silent."

Dime: I liked you for quite a bit. I got to know you well and you’re v-very pretty- *slightly embarrassed*

She smiles

Dime: I didn't know you liked me back at all though...

"I didnt wither. But now i do."

Dime: So, uhh, what now?-

She shrugs.

Dime: *gives her a light hug*

"Oh, thats nice..."

Dime: … *nods*

"Comfortable..."

Dime: *keeps hugging*

She smiles.

Dime: *smiles back*

"You're cute."

Dime: I-I am?-

She nods

Dime: Oh, th-thank you?-

She smiles, gently kissing him on the cherk

Dime: *blushes*

"Hehe."

Dime: *thinking "What the hell is happening?- Am I still asleep or something?-" *

She was most definitely real.

Dime: *doesn’t know what to say, so he just continues hugging her*

She hugs tighter

Dime: *being squeezed*.__.

"Heheh..."

Dime: *lets go*

"What now..?"

Dime: Wanna come with me to the gym?

"Sure."

Dime: Okay, do you have any clothes to change into or-

"...........can i borrow some?"

Dime: Uhh, sure.

"Thanks..."

Dime: *nods*

She gets up, stretching a bit

Dime: *goes to change*

She looks for any clothes she can find

Dime: *changing into his gym clothes^

She found just a short sleeve shirt and some shorts

Dime: *ready*

She was too, in oversized clothes

Dime: *chuckles*

"I feel amazing."

Dime: Let’s go then. *smiles*

She smiles back.

Dime: *grabs his gym bag and starts walking to the gym*

She followed him.

Dime: *looked back at her while walking* You okay?

"Yeah."

Dime: *considered holding her hand, but decided against it for now*

She just walked.

Dime: We’re close.

"Good."

*they make it to the gym*

She feels like a kid in a candy store

Dime: *smiles* I have to head to the front counter, alright?

(hello again)

"Kay. Imma go bench 560, cya."

Dime: *nods*

She smiled, actually putting 8 70lb rings on the weight

Dime: .___.

Then proceeds to lift with one arm. Without stress.

Dime: I-I thought you were joking-

She spun it around between her fingers like it was nothing.

Dime: How long did that take?-

"21 years "

Dime: Damn… mind helping me out a bit?

"Sure."

Dime: *walks over to her*

She kept spinning it.

Dime: *makes sure he's not close enough to get hit*

It was slow moving.

Dime: *smiles softly*

She stopled it, setting it down.

Dime: I’m gonna go use the treadmill.

"Alright, have fun."

Dime: *turns on the treadmill and starts jogging*

She kept lifting 580.

Dime: *looks a bit deep in thought*

She looked over at him

Dime: *keeps jogging*

She smiled.

*he made the treadmill go a bit quicker and jogged faster*

She put more weights on hers, increasing to 900 pounds.

*a few people watch her. some of them think she's using fake weights, others are in awe*

She doesnt mind.

Dime: ?-

She kept lifting.

Dime: *continues jogging*

After a while, she set the weights down, going to get water.

Dime: *gets off the treadmill and walks to her*

She's barely nroken a sweat, its fascinating

Dime: *thinking “Who the hell was strong enough to keep her captive?-“ *

That does bring up an interesting point...

*he’s thinking about asking*

She drank her water.

Dime: How’re you doing?

"Great!"

Dime: *drinks some water*

She walked back to the weights

Dime: *smiles and gives her a quick hug*

"Oh--"

Dime: You good?-

"Yeah."

Dime: It’s just, people have been eyeing us a lot-

"Oh, really?"

*a few people looked away when they heard that statement*

"Well, they're welcome to watch in my books."

Dime: Also, I have a few questions when we get home.

"Why not now..?"

Dime: Not the right time.

"Oh."

*someone walks up to them*
???: Hey, can you not use fake weights? It's really disrespectful to the people here.

Dime: They're not fake, just go about your business.

???: Do you think I'm stupid or somethin'? Nobody can do that, and even if it were possible it'd be with something unnatural and unfair.

"If you're skeptical, you can go and lift them yourself, you lightweight asshat."

???: And when I do, you two dumbasses get out and let us do real work.

"Go ahead. Im watching."

???: *tries to casually lift it up*

It was actually 800 pounds--

???: .___. Okay, no more messing around. *tries and fails to bench it*

She briefly giggles before composing herself.

*a few others attempt and fail*

She's just laughing.

??? 2: What the hell is going on?-
Dime: *on phone* By the way, I looked this up and it's definitely possible to lift 800 naturally. In fact, someone did 1000(this is real btw)

"I could lift more. Just didn't wanna today."

Dime: How much?-

"1600."

Dime: .___.

"What?"

Dime: Nothing, that’s just a lot-

"Yeah."

Dime: Also, we’re about to go.

"Why?"

Dime: Something I have to pick up before we go home.

"Alright."

Dime: *yawns*

She looks back, sighing.

Dime: You okay?

Yeah."

*another person tried benching the wait again*

She snickered.

???: Okay, let’s see him try it. *points to Dime*
Dime: ?-

"They want you to lift it."

Dime: Me?- I already know I can’t do it, I’m not as strong as you

"Eh. Lets just leave."

Dime: *nods*

She starts to walk to the exit

Dime: *follows*

She opens the door for him

Dime: Thanks.

"No prob."

Dime: *starts walking*

She followed him.

Dime: *gestures for her to hold his hand while his face is a bit pink*

She snickers, grasping it.

Dime: *keeps walking while still blushing a bit*

"Cutie."

Dime: .//////. *walks a bit faster*

"Aw, somebody's flustered~"