BRIELLA CARTER
The next day, at four forty in the afternoon, I find myself driving somewhere Noah sent me the instructions to.
I was wearing Nik's grey Nike sweats that I stole from him. I repeatedly told him I actually went out and bought my own but hell, these things were comfortable. Remind me to get him, or me, a pair for Christmas.
They just felt better when they weren't mine.
At exactly five o'clock, I pull in front of a large building where I automatically recognize as the adult indoor trampoline place. Nikolas, Marlon, and I used to sneak in all the time since Marlon had a girlfriend who worked her.
Once you got inside, it was basically everything a regular indoor trampoline place was but there were drinks and you had to be twenty-one or older to get in.
Just as I park, I get a text.
iMessage
received at 5:00 pm
from Noah
Are you here?
I'm typing back on my phone as I see him exit the building with the phone pressed to his ear. There's a noticeable frown etched across his face while his eyes dart the three cars in the parking lot.
For once, he wasn't wearing something fancy, but a pair of sweatpants and a matching black hoodie. His outfit was very similar to mine, color being the only widely noticeable difference.
His hair was a wild mess, as if he literally just rolled out of bed. You could tel other days he actually attempted to style it but today it was just wild and loose. The true definition of bed head.
It was sexy.
I turn the car off and exit just as I receive a phone call. I answer and climb out the car, immediately capturing Noah's attention. He spoke into the phone as he walked closer.
"You're late." He says, a blank expression on his face.
"Actually, I got here on the dot." I comment, securing the fanny pack I had around my waist. Noah steps in front of me before he could reply, making me pull the phone away and hang up.
"Hi, beautiful."
"Hi, Noah." I say, adjusting his hoodie strings. He thanks me for the small gesture before taking my hand and asking me how my day was.
"It was good. Sebastian learned a new word: no. Now he uses it to counteract everything. Mostly, I just napped really. How was your day?" I asked him as he clicks at his watch before stopping at the buildings front door.
"Fine, fine. I've been sorting some shit out all day. Okay, here." He breathes, pulling the door open. I can see the nervous smile on his face before he actually allows me to see the inside.
Instantly, I'm in awe as I see the main lobby transformed into a restaurant for one. There's a table with a bunch of rose petals surrounding it and lit candles standing atop the table.
The usual neon green colored lobby was now just a plain yellow — maybe they had just happened to paint it since the last time I've been here — and I could see the candlelight flickering off the walls. There were candles all over the room, along with rose petals that made me feel bad for whoever had to clean this up afterwards.
My head turns just in time to see Noah stepping off to the side, rubbing the back of his head, grabbing two champagne bottles.
"I, uh, I, uh, fuck," he stammers, stepping back over towards me. "I didn't know whether you were breastfeeding or not so I got a apple cider vinegar and I got champagne." He says, holding up the bottles in his large hands.
"You drink vineager?" I ask, taking one of the bottles out his hand. His eyes dart back to the other bottle he has left before he stammers. "I meant sparkling apple cider. Sorry, I'm, uh, nervous if you couldn't tell."
I knew from dealing with Nikolas just how nervousness could turn a date into a mess. He called me one time, panicking in a restroom because he accidentally blurted out that she was very laide, which is french for ugly. He had actually meant to say she look like she had just got laid, but he was so nervous and convinced that he liked her that he stammered and skipped some words. Either way, she thought Nik was talking about the wig she had been wearing and took offense to that before pointing out she had a boyfriend.
"You're fine." I say, my eyes pondering the walls. They were just random graffiti designs but it was interesting nonetheless. I look back towards my handsome date, who was running a hand through his hair.
So that's how he got such perfect bed head. He has definitely been running his hands through it nonstop, all day.
My eyes skim Noah's body, his all black outfit making his eyes and teeth stand out, even in the dark room. He definitely worked out. I bet he was he type of person who woke up at five every morning just to work out.
"You're not nervous." He points out, cocking his head slightly as if he trying to figure me out. I shake my head before shrugging.
While I was totally a person to get nervous, now was not really a time. I wasn't nervous, if anything I was excited.
Whether I liked to admit it or not, Noah was good company. In our few moments together, we either laughed or bickered — two of my favorite things to do. Maybe being followed by a very attractive Noah Hart around the grocery store was a close third.
"No. This isn't our first interaction." I say as he grabs something from the cart he grabbed the drinks from. It was two glasses.
"This is our first date." He says, his eyes flickering around as if he wanted to make sure he wasn't forgetting something.
My eyes fall to the small check that was on his hoodie before I look back towards him.
"Yeah," — he pulls my seat out. And they said chivalry was dead. — "but I've interacted with you three times before. One you got me pregnant, two you showed up on my doorstep, and three you stood on top of a table."
"I want this to be perfect." Noah says as he takes his seat from across of me. He slides into the seat, looking at me past the two long candle sticks.
"Just be yourself, Noah. Honestly, I'm already impressed. Don't stress yourself, you'll get grey hairs before you're thirty. " I watch as he slightly fidgets, small signs of him being nervous by pushing his tongue against his inner cheek or the slight tapping between his middle and thumb.
"To answer your question; no, I am not breast feeding. Here, I'll pour." I say, passing him the champagne to open while I reached for both glasses. He puts out a heart melting smile as he passes me the bottle back and steadies the glasses. I pour the bubbly drink into both glasses and set the bottle back down.
"To... a good night and a kindled relationship." Noah says, pushing his glass him. I push mine against him, clinking before taking a short sip.
"Fuck, sorry, okay so I can't really cook." He admits, making me bit back a laugh. Noah nods while looking at he table in front of us.
"Okay," I smile.
He was actually really nervous and it was kind of cute. Noah took a hand, playing at a mark on his neck. It looked like a giant hickey, which only made me grimace.
"So, I just ordered pizza and dessert." He says, his eyes watching mine for a reaction.
"That's fine by me." My voice coming out more sour than I intended it to. Was that a hickey? Really Noah?
"No, it's not. This isn't a date. I messed up. Can I redo this? Give me like thirty minutes and I promise I'll make it better." He says and I can just see his eyes wildly darting around the room as he almost begins to stand up.
Distraction. Distraction.
"What's your favorite movie?"
It works like a charm everytime. The best way I found to get anybody — from an eleven month old Sebastian to a grown adult Nikolas — was to distract them from whatever was making it nervous. It could be asking Sebastian if he wanted some or asking Nik who was the last person that attempted to kill Hope Mikaelson. Either way, it got their minds off whatever the problem was quick.
"Definitely between Shrek or Fast Five. Truthfully, I like all the Fast & Furious movies. I rarely have time to watch them, though. What about yours?" Noah answers, visibly calming down as he answered. I smiled at the Shrek part.
Any night Sebastian wouldn't sleep, we would stay up and watch Shrek. He absolutely adored the film.
"Lion King 2. Actually, that's a kinda of lie. I don't really like movies; I'm more of a TV show person. My best friend made me watch a whole weekend of Marvel movies. They were pretty good." I say, remembering the day Nik handcuffed me to his bed and forced me to watch Iron Man so that he could rewatch all the movies and I could see them at least once before Avengers: Endgame came out.
"What's your favorite show?" Noah asks, going back to playing with the mysterious mark on his neck. I figured it wasn't bruised enough to be a hickey but in this lighting, I don't know.
"Definitely a tie between The Vampire Diaries or The Originals. What can I say? I'm a sucker for Klaus Mikaelson and Kai Parker." I admit, a smile spreading my face. Noah smiles at me, swiping a tongue across his bottom lip before speaking.
"I've never watched it but I definitely have to know. I'll be right back." Noah says, standing and going to a door and disappearing behind it. He appears a moment later with a box of pizza, settling it on the table. He gives me a plate and a stack of napkins before opening the box.
"Okay, favorite food?" He questions as he retakes his seat.
"Tacos, unquestionable."
"Can I ask you something?" I see the question in his eyes leave as fast as it came. For some reason, I think I already know what the question is before he even asks it.
I gaze up at him from my slice, not liking the way he said it but nodding either way. "Nevermind, tacos are a excellent choice but I definitely think pizza out scores everything."
"Overrated. I guess since I live in New York, pizza and Chinese is just bread and butter to me." I shrug taking another bite of my folded pizza slice.
"Nobody eats bread and butter." Noah grimaces, his lips pursed as he eyes me weirdly. He was definitely silently saying 'she totally eats bread and butter'.
Which was not true.
"You know what I mean." I laugh, seeing his teasing eyes. He wipes his lips with a napkin before speaking again.
"Yes, I do. I can understand that though but at the same time, eating Chinese or pizza in any other place is never the same. You only get it like this in New York."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." I agree with him and we fall into a comfortable silence. I pour some of the sparkling cider into my glass since I am driving and an extreme lightweight.
"How many siblings do you have?" He asks as I take a sip of the cool apple cider.
"Three. A older brother, a younger brother, and a even younger sister. You? I remember you said you had four siblings." I didn't want to talk about my family, which caused me to quickly change the subject.
I can't remember the last time I even talked about it. Marlon and I usually avoided the topic.
My mother gave birth to three kids, two boys and a girl. My father fathered all of those kids and an additional after he left my mother, again.
She only wanted all her kids to have the same father and he used the same line everytime. 'I can actually do it this time'. Which, and Mother please forgive me, was absolute bullshit that only my mother would believe. I wasn't even surprised when he left that time. My mother fell for it everytime, sleeping with the boy my grandma told her was bad news. My mom didn't care. She was into the bad boy types, which eventually was her down fall.
They had kids young, Marlon being born when my mother was only a sophomore in high school and my father was a senior.
She tells us the story every time he gets brought up, so eventually we just stopped talking to him.
It was a typical high school story. There's always a bet involved.
This practically bet involved a certain genius to attempt to tutor his way into my mother.
It worked.
Fernando Martinez was a genius, I'll give him props. My mom says this is probably where I get my brain from. He could memorize the formula to anything after a single glance. His teacher signed him up to be a tutor as some volunteer hours.
This didn't change the fact that he was an asshole.
When the teacher recommended he tutor little sophomore Melanie, his friends just jumped at the opportunity. All he had to do was ask her out, maybe a little something something in public but of course, boys just have to show off. He did way more than he was asked; Marlon is living proof of that.
Eventually he claims he fell in love with her but it was a right person, wrong time type thing. I'm just glad he is doing better with raising my little sister than he ever did with us.
"Yeah, four siblings a.k.a all pains in the ass." Noah didn't seem to excited to be on the family topic either, which is why he probably changed the subject.
"Tell me about yourself." He says, reminding me of the night I met him.
Before I could think, I instantly said "I want a baby."
For old times sake.
Noah laughs and I mean a full belly laugh before sobering up fleetingly. "Don't worry, we'll get to that eventually." He says, a completely serious tone in his voice. I roll my eyes before answering his initial question.
"I have a weakness for warm chocolate chip cookies. I could eat that for the rest of my life." I say, just imagining getting a cookie tote from McDonald's.
"Understandable, it is only the best cookie type." He says before giving me mysterious eyes. I raise a questioning brow as he digs down in a small basket I had even realize was there. After fishing through a quick moment, he holds up a pair of socks.
"So, are we jumping or not?"
Noah has quickly led me to the other room, which contained the indoor trampolines and arcade. There was a supervisor on deck since you weren't allowed to jump alone and Mr. Hart over here had rented the whole place out.
We jumped for nearly an two hours, talking about random things while doing so.
I learned that Noah loves steak and salmon. He said that if he could only eat two things for the rest of his life, it would definitely be the two. He spoke a little about his birthplace, London, and how he moved back and forth until he turned eleven and finally settled here in New York.
I told him about Marlon, the only sibling I actually could talk about without breaking down. We continued talking about ourselves until eventually Noah stops jumping and stands off to the side.
"I'm a grown ass man. I didn't think I'd enjoy it this much." He breathes, putting his hands on his hips.
"The date or here." I question, raising a brow.
"No, here. I'm loving the date. You?" He says, his curious gaze moving to the trampoline that I was slightly bouncing on.
"Loving it." I comment as he rubs at the mark on his neck. He'd been doing it a lot and now I couldn't help but ask.
"Is that a hickey?"
"What? Where?" He asks, pulling at his hoodie. I cross the mats, standing on the thin stable surface between all of them. Noah succeeds in taking off his hoodie, standing shirtless in front of me.
My eyes look for the man that was supervising us, he was nowhere to be found.
Noah standing in front of half naked definitely through me off guard, making me pause half way. He looks at me with expectant eyes just as my feet figure out how to move again. Before I realize it, I'm standing in front of him, holding his chin up to inspect his neck.
I was right earlier when I said it was a birthday. It just happened to be the perfect size for a hickey.
I let go of his chin and he smiles, rubbing at the birthmark again like he'd been doing all night.
"Now, why would I show up to my date with you with a hickey on my neck?" Noah questions, putting a single hand on his hip— giving me violent flashbacks of my mother yelling at me.
"Because guys are stupid and inconsiderate." I shrug, taking a step back.
"Ouch. I'll let it slide since you're... jealous." He says, a teasing tone as he rakes a hand through his hair. I roll my eyes before eyeing the birth mark again.
"I'm not jealous. You just kept rubbing at it like it was still sore or something, I don't know." I stammer, actually getting nervous for the first time tonight. He laughed from the bottom of his belly, throwing his head back as his hand went to his smooth, bare stomach.
"It's a nervous force of habit. Just like you keep playing with your bracelet — yeah, I noticed." He says, moving his hands to mine, where I was unintentionally playing with the bracelet that had a small S dangling from it. Noah removes my hand, interlinking it with mine before walking forward.
I follow behind, listening to him speaking. "It's always okay to be nervous, baby."
"I didn't think I was nervous." I admit, realizing this time that my hand went back to playing with the dangling S.
"Catching feelings always makes somebody nervous." He promises, a teasing tone to his voice.
I pull my hand out of the cocky bastards but continue to walk beside him. "And what makes you so sure that's why I was nervous, you cocky a-hole?" I question while he slings his hoodie of his shoulder, walking bare to the counter.
Luke, the supervisor, was standing behind, swiping at a computer. Noah quickly pulls out a folded envelope from his pocket, sliding it across the counter to the guy before ducking out the door. I follow behind him, paying attention just in time to hear him speak.
"I'm observant. Same way you noticed my birthmark, I noticed the bracelet. You're not the only one that's good at paying attention."
"You're right, I guess." I say, noticing we were back in the main lobby and the earlier candles and roses had now been cleaned up, on a cart by the door.
"Walk with me." Noah demands, pushing the cart out the door. I follow because I'm not exactly ready to leave yet. I'm not ready to leave him yet.
We stop in front of his car, a black BMW, which I'm sure is the latest model. He fishes out his car keys before popping open the trunk and quickly placing the items on the cart into the empty trunk. "So, how'd I do?"
"As far as first dates go, I definitely give you a strong five." I tease.
"What?" He turns around, completely bewildered.
"Just kidding. A strong nine. Only reason it's not a ten is because you dunked on me while we were playing basketball." I say, faking a pout while I thought about how he did a spin move, efficiently dunking on me in the process. He was so proud of himself so I couldn't help but smile.
"Don't be too sore." He mocks, closing his trunk. Noah pushes the cart back into the building, leaving it where he found it before going back to his car and tossing his hoodie inside.
"You're going to get sick." I comment, crossing my arms. He shrugs, closing his door and walking back towards me.
"Eh. Global warming. It's October in New York and it's cool. I'm enjoying the weather before it's back to three feet of snow." He says, grabbing my hand and walking me to the car. Noah stops abruptly at the back of it, tapping his watch. It was only a little before eight.
"So, is a ten enough to get me a kiss goodnight?"
"I said strong nine, not a t—" Noah cuts me off with his lips, holding my face against his as he kisses me. Noah's lips are warm and soft against mine yet so dominating at the same time as he hold my chin and cups the back of my neck. His tongue finds its way to my lips, slightly darting across them. The action makes me want to open my mouth for him. Just as I open it, Noah breathlessly pulls away and his hands trail down my body.
"I think that's enough until... next time. Nice lip balm, mango? New favorite." He says before winking and walking back towards his car.
My eyes follow his back while I aimlessly search for the car keys. They were in my pocket, I know that for sure.
Realization hits me as I notice how slow Noah was walking and the teasing look he sent me.
"Hart! Give me my keys, now." I say holding my hand out as he comes skipping and dangling the keys from his hand. He happily presses another kiss to my lips before speaking in another teasing tone.
"Maybe you're not that good at paying attention."
• • •
"Yeah, okay, bitch." is what I hear the very moment I step back into my home. From the person that said it, I instantly knew what was going to happen next, which had me sliding into the kitchen to stop it— immediately.
Now, if anything made Nikolas Ellison upset, it was definitely the word bitch and being referred to as one. Something snapped inside him everytime someone called him one. It wasn't just regular alpha guy hates being called a bitch type thing, it was something that even he and I hadn't talked about. My guess was that he was definitely bullied and called that — long before I met him.
The second Nikolas hopped up from the chair, I was already grabbing his arm before he could throw a beer bottle at Marlon.
"Watch your fucking mouth before I make you one." He snarled, pulling against my arm. I give Marlon a pointed look before pulling Nik away. He allows me to pull him away and to the living room.
"You sit down. He didn't know and he's sorry, right Mar?"
"I don't care if he is sorry, I fucking hate that shit." He said, his brown eyes angry as he rubbed at them. He runs a hand through his black hair before laying back onto the couch. Nikolas lets out a angry sigh as I sit next to him.
"You're not a," — I ignore the word when his eyes dart up to mine, daring me to say it — "you know."
"Yeah, I do know. That's why I don't fucking like being called it." Nikolas snaps, picking at the scar that sat on his upper thigh through the holes of his jeans.
"If you know you're not a," — again, I ignore it — "then stop giving everybody that reaction. I'm not saying they're not wrong but you're giving a reaction that'll make people want to prove to see what happens. You're better than that. You don't fight," I say before smiling and remembering old days.
"Anymore." We both say in unison, remembering the many occasions he got in that involved a flying fist and a bloody nose.
"Remember that time I beat the guy up after my game because he kept trying to put the moves on you, junior year?" he says, smiling into the air while rubbing his eyes.
He did what?
"What?! No!" I squeal, my eyes widening as I attempt to recall when this was.
"That night I got into the car accident?" He questions, sitting up to look at me.
"Nikolas!" I scold.
"Did you actually think I'd crash my precious car? No. We got into a fight and then some of the people on the other team tried to jump me." He shakes his black hair before darting his brown orbs back to mine.
"Oh, when we played Knights and won by like thirty?" I say, vaguely remember him calling me at three in the morning and telling me how he just got out of a car accident where he broke his nose.
"Bingo. I told him to leave you alone and then he called me your — yeah. I can't lie, he got that good hit in and broke my nose. But he doesn't know I'm crazy, baby, adrenaline is my favorite drug." Nik says, clearly reminiscing.
"Nik."
"I think that was a damn good reason!" He defends, already knowing what I was going to scold him on.
"You're a mess."
"Look, I'm all for getting some ass as much as the next guy but not after she adamantly says no or it's from my little sister. That's a no. No. No. No. Ask Ava. She couldn't get a boyfriend until she moved back in with Dad." Nik points out, removing his phone from his pocket and looking at the load of notifications.
He was a hoarder when it came to his phone. Nikolas never exited notifications, deleted photos, or apps. He refused to trade in his phones, so now he has nine iPhone's sitting on his desk, stacked in a neat pile because he was scared he was going to need a meme he saved in 2011 one day.
"And before you call me a mess, I absolutely do not care. No way I could sleep at night knowing some guy at Pelham High was sleeping with my baby sister. Disgusting. I'm barfing thinking about it." Nikolas makes a gag noise, pointing his finger down his throat.
"Well, she does have a kid and a husband."
"Ex-husband. Shit. I forgot to tell you; they're splitting." He says, flipping his hair and looking at me with I told you so eyes.
"Since when?" I sigh, running a hand over my face. Nikolas goes to toy with one of his nose piercings, shrugging.
"Since I beat the shit outta him last wednesday."
"What?"
"My brother and I fucked him up. Well, he just talked to him and made him understand why exactly everything was about to happen the way it was. I did the fucking up part."
"What the hell happened?"
"I told you it was going to happen."
"He cheated?" My heart falls as I imagine how heartbroken she must have been.
"Yes! He used the excuse that he was doing over night surgeries. She was washing his clothes and saw some chicks thong in there that was not her's. She called me going beserk. She was like 'I swear on everything I'm going to kill him. As soon as he comes home, I'm going to do open heart surgery on him and let him stitch that the fuck up'. So then, I told her just go to our brothers house with Melody and I'd handle it. Bam. I told him to leave her and Melody a good amount of money too or my mom would sue the fuck out of him for messing with her baby. Before you ask, I didn't do anything too bad. The worst he'll have is a black eye. I was controlling my temper. He's lucky I haven't even told her."
"And what if he presses charges for assault, Amir?" I question, Nikolas' turning over at his side and giving me a worried glance as he looks at me.
"You're mad. You know I don't care if he presses charges. I go to jail and get out and that's only if they had solid evidence. No big deal. Anyways, Ava said she'll tell Mom when she comes." Nik speaks again, making me roll my eyes. He cared little about his life that he was sitting her telling 'no big deal' if he went to jail.
"And when is that?" I question the last part where he says his mother will be coming.
"A couple of weeks.. for Sebastian's birthday? Remember the stupid party you made me plan?" He ro
"I didn't think you actually did it." I said, astonished as he scrolled through his phone and flashed the screen at me.
"Yeah, I even made a Pinterest board for this shit. I feel like a professional party planner. My mom is coming like the night before or two days before? Something like that."
"I can't believe it's October already." Nikolas says as my eyes dart to the baby picture of Sebastian on the wall. He was wearing a purple dinosaur costume that Nikolas splurged money on. He kept pulling the spike that were on the arm sleeve into his mouth and the picture was snapped at that exact moment he did so.
"Me neither. He's almost one." I breathe as my eyes flip to a silly picture of Sebastian. I can't remember what but Nikolas was making him laugh so much that day and eventually Sebastian kicked his leg out while laughing and landed square on Nikolas' eye, successfully giving him a black eye for change.
"I know. I'm such a proud Uncle. Too bad he's not walking yet. I say he walks the night before his birthday." Nik puts his hand out for me to shake.
My eyes skin the rest of the walls as I realize there are only pictures of Sebastian up. It looks like a shrine to him.
"I say he walks on his birthday." I put mine out, interlocking ours hands firmly.
"I say he walks the moment he sees Mom!" Marlon calls from the kitchen, making me smile slightly as Nikolas closes his eyes. "Mine or yours? He loves my Mom."
"Yeah, that's because she basically FaceTimes him every minute of the day. She's a literally virtual babysitter." Marlon says, using his crutches to assist him into the room. He swings his leg, turning way too fast, to slump himself into the love seat.
"She loves her some Seb." Nikolas shrugs before glancing at my brother.
"So, like, when exactly will you be out our house?" Nik asks, his joking tone evident as he speaks.
"Well, I practically fully ruptured my Achilles so that's like, what, two or three months?" Marlon says, rubbing at his brightly colored cast.
"Oh hell. I'm already regretting this." Nik throws his head back over the couch.
"You didn't regret it two weeks ago when he— nevermind, I'm not even going to start." I shut my mouth.
"Anyways," Marlon says dramatically, "I heard your sister is single. Trust me, I'll treat her well." He says, raising his eyebrows.
Nikolas instantly shakes his head, a beautiful laugh coming out of his belly.
"You? I'd trust myself with Bri before I ever trusted you with Ava."
"What? Remember that time I watch Melody?" Marlon rebuts.
"She's a child. I know exactly how you are when you're around kids and you're a sucker for them. Sebastian and Melody have you wrapped around their little fingers. My sister is a grown ass woman and I know how you are when it comes to ass. You're worst than me." Nikolas shakes his head.
"Not true." Marlon denies.
"Totally true." Nik replies.
"I get it, she's your little sister, I'd never let anyone touch Briella, so I get it. I do." Marlon begins as if he's going to continue with a long and tedious speech. I had to laugh because he literally had no idea.
"She's not actually his little sister but continue." I smile. Marlon's face instantly changes as he sits forward.
"What? I've known you for however long and I'm just finding out she's not your younger sister."
"Briella, I should kill you." Nikolas mumbles, throwing his head back as we continued to chat. He snakes his hand around and grabs my ankle before yanking harshly.
"Ava is his older sister. He just says that because he's was a grade above her." I spill, feeling Nikolas death grip on my ankle.
"And how did that happen?" Marlon questions, picking with a piece of his hair.
"You know how that happen. We skipped a grade and she has a late birthday. Do the math. Are these my sweatpants?" Nikolas replies, pulling my leg up. I shrug and give Marlon a look that must have read 'obviously' since he only rolled his eyes before propping the crutches against the wall.
"Where's Seb?" I question, attempting to pull my leg from Nikolas' iron clad grip.
"In his room." Marlon answers just as Nikolas and him both give me a once over.
"Wait, where have you been?"
"And where the hell were you?"
• • •
did you spot the Disney quote?
also, I want you guys to remember this number: 7... or wait is it 7 or 8? hell we'll make it both. remember those numbers.
anything else I need to say? nope.
sorry if the chapter seems sucking I'm not good at the first date shit I've never even been on one or had my first kiss yet so # yea