Chapter 22
Shannon's P.O.V:
"How was yesterday?" I asked amiably as I passed through the living room on the way to the kitchen. I'd just come in the door from class and I wanted nothing more than to make myself a sandwich and lie down. Art History had absolutely drained me.
It didn't look as though Nick had been to class yet from the way he was lounging lazily on the couch and he definitely hadn't been out of bed when I dragged myself, half asleep out the door at half eight this morning with half a piece of toast smothered in jam in one hand.
I only got a grunt in response. Glancing at the screen as I walked, I stifled my laughter when I saw what he was watching. "I didn't know you were a Gleek" I said my tone humorous. I stopped behind the couch and we both watched as Rachel stormed out of Glee - again. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the back of the couch beside Nick's head, my chin resting on my hands.
He glanced at me, frowning. "What the hell is a Gleek?" he asked sceptically.
I just laughed. We both watched as the cast burst into song. I hummed along having already seen the episode.
He glanced at me again, smirking.
"What?"
"I'm just thinking about how cool you are, singing along to a Glee song."
"Glee is an amazing show" I retorted. "And besides, you're the one who's watching it, not me" I protested when his smirk grew.
He yawned nonchalantly, "it's either this or ads."
We watched a bit more of the song, "but maybe I should start watching it, if you say it's amazing..." he trailed off, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I gently cuffed him around the back of the head, "watch it mister!"
"Or what?" he smirked again as the credits began to roll.
"Or, I'll...uh..." I stayed quiet, trying to think of a sufficient punishment for him dissing Glee. Finally grinning, I continued, "I'll sit on you!" I announced.
He turned to face me, one eyebrow raised, lips twitching. "You'll...you'll sit on me?"
"Yes, I will" I said managing to keep a straight face.
"I'm practically shaking" he chuckled.
"Hey! I'm being serious."
"I'm sure you are" he smiled kindly - condescendingly.
"You're this close" I lifted my thumb and index finger up with only a sliver of a distance between them to show him, "to me sitting on you." I straightened up and made for the kitchen. I was stopped after only two steps by the loud sound of his ringing laughter.
"I'm so scared."
Next thing he knew, I was jumping on top of him. I landed on his lap and he exhaled in surprise. I smirked, "I warned you."
His arms - unconsciously - wrapped around my waist. "So how is this supposed to be torture?" he enquired.
I could hear the smirk in his voice without looking. I leant back, making myself comfortable against his chest with my head against his shoulder. "Just wait" I assured him as I started flicking through the channels looking for something to watch.
His phone vibrated beside us on the arm of the couch and after a brief scuffle, I managed to grab the phone. After a quick glance at the caller ID, I answered it. "Hey Mark."
I felt Nick's arms tighten around me and he rested his chin on top of my head. I had a hard time concentrating on continuing to flick through the channels, looking for something to watch. I passed by all the ads - I hate ads - until I found an old episode of Friends to watch. I laid the remote on my lap as Nick's sigh at my choice of programme ruffled my hair. I finally focused on the phone still pressed to my ear.
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Teen FictionShannon moves to London, expecting the perfect College experience, but from Day One things don't go according to plan. Between a roommate that seems to hate her, a creep that she just can't seem to get rid of, and drama with her friends and famil...
