"Am I sideways?" she quizzed, a daring look plastered on her face as she raised her eyebrows.

"You are. How do you do that?"

"Nick," Nova said, placing her hand softly on Nick's. The sudden feeling of something covering his skin made him almost open his eyes in amazement to the new feeling "I'm sorry to break it to you, but you're the one who's sideways."

"Oh... well that's inconvenient." said Nick after what seemed to be him processing what was really happening for a while.

"Why?"

"Because I am very, very hungry." he said, Nova snorted. "Hey! Take this seriously."

"I am,"

"Like, I'm so hungry I could, like, eat a food truck made of tacos."

"A food truck made of tacos?" Nova raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah, or... cake."

Before Nova could even answer, Nick shouted on top of his lungs.

"TACO CAKE!!!!"

"Oh my God..." said Nova, placing a hand over her cheek.

"Sweetie, bring me food please." he said.

"Hold on." Nova said, taking out her phone and typing on it.

After using the phone for what felt too long for Nick, she locked it and placed it on the nightstand.

"Food's on the way."

Nick smiled like a kid who stared at the gifts under the Christmas tree the morning of the 25th.

Two minutes later there was a redhead opening the door, holding two hot dogs on each hand.

"It's all I could think of." Garret said, handing them over to Nova.

"It's okay, he'll eat it." Nova said as she placed one of the hotdogs on the nightstand.

"Is he still high?"

"Well, he's talking nonsense, so I guess he still is." she then turned to face Nick, placing the hotdog on his hand. "Here's the food."

Nick eyed it for a second, and then he huffed.

"This is not a taco."

"A taco?" Garret asked with annoyance.

"Shhh, yes it is, only it's on a different shape."

"Oh..." said Nick, taking a bite afterwards.

"Well, I'll go back in an hour as I said before." Garret said, walking to the door. He then pointed at the hotdog on the nightstand. "That one is for you."

Nova smiled "Thanks."


NICK was finally falling asleep, cuddling a pillow as his eyes occasionally opened and closed when he felt someone disturb him by shaking his shoulder.

"Hey, Nick?" said a feminine voice.

"What," he complained, holding the pillow tighter to his body.

"I need you to sit up a bit." the girl said. He opened his eyes slightly as he felt the touch of her fingers on his stomach.

"What are you doing?" he asked, lifting himself up.

"You got your shirt full of shit, and you'll stain my bed." she said as Nick finally sat up. The shirt easily slid off from his body, even when his arms weren't fully stretched.

Nick watched as Nova fiddled around with his shirt, watching her closely and never taking her eyes off of her. She seemed to notice, since once she was done with his shirt, she looked at him.

"What?" she said with a hint of confusion and embarrassment on her voice.

"You're beautiful." Nick said, smiling to himself.

She laughed and stood up, pulling the covers for Nick to get under.

"You're high." she said.

"Yes, I am." Nick said, pulling his long legs under the covers and on top of the bed sheets. "But once I'm not high anymore you'll still be beautiful."

Nova bit her lip, inching closer to his lips and placing a small yet soft kiss on them. Nick could taste the light taste of beer lingering on his lips even when she pulled away.

"Can you stay with me?" he asked. Without speaking, Nova got under the covers as Nick shuffled to the other side, making room for her.

And with his arm wrapped around her waist, he fell asleep in a matter of seconds, even if his mind popped up with crazy ideas every two seconds, he managed to keep his eyes closed.

That, until the same voice he heard before falling asleep woke him up. But it wasn't the soft and loving tone he was used to hearing. No, it sounded loud and rushed.

Almost as loud as the sirens blaring outside.


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word count: 1,278

finally got to update yassss, and I'm free from school!!!

hope you liked this chapter, and sorry if the wait was too long.

xoxo,

-maye 


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