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•New Clothes•

Pov: Nick

As consciousness slowly seeped into my senses, I felt the cold droplets of rain splashing against my face. Blinking away the remnants of a restless sleep, I found myself in the familiarity of my own backyard. Confusion washed over me as I tried to piece together how I ended up here. And why was I all wet?

I pushed myself up, the wet grass beneath me soaking through my clothes, chilling me to the bone.

-Did I fall asleep?

I get up and look around. It is not raining anymore but it is still wet everywhere. Then I realize that I don't have anything else to change into. This was my only pair of clean clothes.

-Do I ask Jasper?

-No, he will kill you, remember?

-Right... Maybe I can take something from the twins.

-They will get mad and punish you.

-But what do I do then?

-I don't know, you're on your own buddy.

-Wow, thanks.

Ok, I have to come up with a plan.
I can steal Lucas' clothes. He is the one closest to my size. If I took anyone else's clothes, they probably wouldn't fit.

Yeah, that is probably my best shot if I don't want to walk around in soaked clothes or get killed.

With aching limbs and a heavy heart, I trudged toward the back door, the raindrops merging with my own tears. The door creaked as I slipped inside, my body shivering from the cold. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought of taking from Lucas without permission. But I had no other options.

Navigating the house with cautious steps, every creak of the floorboards resonated within me, amplifying my fear of being discovered. I reached Lucas's room, a space that held an air of mystery to me. His belongings seemed like treasures from a foreign land, possessions I never had the chance to own.

Desperation mingled with guilt as I searched through his neatly folded clothes, searching for something dry to wear. The sense of intrusion weighed heavily on me, but my need for warmth and comfort outweighed my morals. I shed my drenched garments, discarding them in a heap on the floor, and hastily donned the stolen clothes.

Just as I finished dressing, my heart lurched at the sound of approaching footsteps. Panic coursed through my veins, and I darted under Lucas's bed, seeking shelter from the impending confrontation. I held my breath, hoping against hope that I would remain hidden.

The bedroom door swung open, and Lucas's figure filled the room. From my vantage point beneath the bed, I watched as he entered, his gaze sweeping across the room. His brows furrowed in confusion and suspicion, and my heart sank, fearing the worst.

His eyes landed on the open closet, where his missing clothes should have been. I close my eyes tightly and hold my breath. Time seemed to stretch infinitely as he absorbed the sight before him. Then It became quiet for a while, too quiet.

-Did he leave?

Just as I was about to open my eyes I felt a strong grip on my left ankle. I let out an ear piercing scream as the hands owner dragged me out from my hiding spot underneath the bed.

My eyes widened as I made eye contact with Lucas. To my surprise, he didn't look angry. If anything, he was confused. But I didn't want to take any risks. I tried to squirm away by kicking my feet in the air and wiggling around on the carpet.