"What do you want to do?" Dawn asks me as we settle into her bed. I glance at the TV screen across the room.
"Watch a movie?"
"Really, I thought you were going to say you wanted to play that game?" Dawn asks.
"Well, I know how much you hate it so I thought I would spare you." I say.
"Okay then, if you're sure." Dawn nods, sifting through her movie list.
"What movie do you want to watch?"
"I don't know. I don't really care!" I say.
"How about we watch Harry Potter?" Dawn suggests.
"Sure!" I nod as we start the first movie.
.....
"Y/n, we're out of popcorn." Dawn states after the fourth movie.
"I can see that," I say dryly.
"Can you go and get more?" Dawn asks, her hands clasped together.
"I- uh don't know where it is?" I try for an excuse.
"Come on. We've had an uncountable amount of sleepovers. You've got to know where the popcorn is by now."
"Fine." I say, hoping that I don't run into Nicky again.
I couldn't be that lucky.
Nicky again, was standing in the kitchen, rummaging around the drawers in the counter.
"Um." I clear my throat. Nicky turns around, smirking.
"Yes?" He asks, somewhat politely.
"Can you move?" I say. "I have to get to the popcorn."
"Move?" He repeats.
"Yes, that's what I said." I rolled my eyes.
"I don't know, Love. Why do you want popcorn?" He asks.
"Love?" I do a double take.
"Huh?"
"Never mind." He moves out of the way without a further comment.
"Thanks," I grab it and place it into the microwave. Unfortunately, Nicky had other motives. When I turned to take it out of the microwave, the bowl was gone.
"Looking for something?" Nicky smirked at me from the couch, holding the bowl. I would have gotten another, but Ms. Harper has a thing about washing too many dishes.
"Nicky!"
I strode over to the couch, and attempted to grab it from him. No luck. He held it high over his head, smirking at me.
"Nicky, come on." I groaned. His eyes flicked to me, and I looked away from him. I climbed onto him reaching up towards the large silver bowl.
"Gotta try harder.." He mocked. And then it all went down. I slipped and fell backwards onto the coffee table, almost whacking my head. Nicky grabs my shoulders, twisting me onto my back on the couch and hovering over me.
"Are you okay, Love?" He asks, blue green eyes clouding with concern.
"You did it again," I say, breathing hard from my near fall.
"Oh, shut up," he leans down.
"Y/N???" Dawn stormed down the stairs. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" And as if things couldn't get any worse, Dicky and Ricky skipped in the door just at that moment.
"Oh, so you finally told her." Dicky laughs.
"Told me what?" I breathe. "Uh, could you let me up now." I ask.
"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?" Dawn yells.
"Well, Nicky lik-," Ricky began. In a flash, Nicky climbs over me and puts a hand over Ricky's mouth.
"WHAT IS GOING ON??" Dawn repeats, still looking shocked.
"I honestly have no idea," I say, still breathing hard.
"NICKY, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Dawn yells.
"Uh-uh-uh, what do you mean?" Nicky asks dumbly.
"You know what I-,"
"I gotta go," Nicky runs a hand through his raven hair and trots up the stairs.
"Y/n, come on." Dawn grabs my hand and tries to lead me to her room.
"Wait." I slowly turn to Ricky.
"Uh. I gotta go too!" Ricky runs up the stairs.
"Not so fast!" I grab his arm and Dawn frowns at me.
"He said something about Nicky that I want to hear." I explain to her, still pinning him to the wall.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"I think you do..." Dawn says, taking my side.
"Let me goooo!" He struggles.
"Y/n, what are you trying to prove here?" Dicky comes up behind me.
"Tell me and I'll let you go." I glare at the two of them.
"Fine, fine." Ricky flinches. "Nicky li-,"
"Wait," Dicky puts a hand over his mouth, interrupting him yet again.
"WHAT NOW?" Dawn sits down on the ground, rolling her eyes. "I wanna know too."
"Nicky will kill us if we tell you!" Dicky explains.
"So?" I roll my eyes.
"I don't want to die!" Dicky holds his hands in surrender.
"Nicky doesn't have to know!" I suggest.
"Nicky doesn't have to know what?" Nicky appears at the top of the stairs, his arms crossed.
"Uh, nothing," I stammer.
"Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?" Nicky asks, and I slowly nod.
"Well, come on then," he grabs my hand and pulls me to his room, locking the door.
"I want to explain what's been going on."