Hooked on love

Chapter 2

For a 19 year old teenage girl, i'm not one for spending hours on end shopping, I'd rather buy a good book to read or just simply put the money into my savings account for travelling, one day I will travel to japan and explore the country, I love the culture, the food, basically everything about it. I walk into the living room and i see Nick sitting on the sofa with one leg on top of the other and one hand going through his dark chocolate, curly hair, it always covers his brown eyes so he flicks his head to the side to move his fringe out of the way, it's rather entertaining to watch, imagining him on an advert for hair products, he uses them enough.
He turns his attention to me and smiles, but only to the side, he very rarely fully smiles, it's a shame because he has such nice teeth. I envy his heritage, dark hair, nearly black eyes and olive skin, where as I have blonde hair, blue eyes and as pale as milk. People call my legs "milk bottle legs", as my complexion is very pale, pretty original.

He interrupts my envious pout. "All ready?" he says excitedly.
"yeah, can't you tell?" I roll my eyes. He ignores my sarcasm and says bye to my dad and walks to his car far too fast for my liking, my little legs can't keep up with his lanky strides.
As we pull away we do the usual routine, fight over who gets control of the music, which always ends in me winning as Nick let's me, then we catch up on what we've missed in our time away.
"So how is it going with what's-his-face?" it didn't take long for this subject to surface. I try to think of a better way to explain the situation.
"Oh, Adam? Yeah, we ended last week." I say abruptly, staring out of the window. Hoping he gets the hint that I don't want to talk about it.
"What, already? I thought he was a nice guy? Tell me what happened!" In a stern tone. How do I tell him that I caught him doing the cliche thing of speaking to another girls and sending pictures of his penis to her?
"We decided to see other people.." I start to fidget in my seat, Nick notices my discomfort and scowls because he knows I'm lying. I roll my eyes and let out a deep breath.
"I caught him sending private picture's of himself to a girl okay?" I can feel my anger building, what an idiot.
"What?! As if!" Letting out a huge laugh. "He should be lucky to have you at all, yet he's gallivanting off with other girls like he's amazing. You can do so much better Ava, I'm sorry, why didn't you tell me?" He sounds so upset and betrayed, but I really didn't need any pity for not realizing he was an idiot sooner or later.
I sink down into the seat. "I'm sorry, I just thought you had a lot going on that this trivial thing would seem stupid and i'm fine, really!"
His eyes warm up again and I can feel him relax into his seat. This is why we are best friends, we understand each other.
"Just because I'm on the other side of the world on holiday doesn't mean you should wait until I'm back on english dirt before you tell me what's been happening Ava! You can tell me anything, ring me up at 2am telling me you've shit the bed, I honestly don't care." I can feel my cheeks redden as I imagine myself on the phone to him panicking over something so embarrassing, what an extreme example he had to use.
After laughing for a good 10 minutes over what we would do if I ever rung up Nick over a situation like that we sit in silence listening to Artic Monkeys for the rest of the trip to the shopping centre.

We arrive at the shopping centre faster than I liked, I was enjoying the peaceful time in the car. I now regret not bringing a jacket. It's not quite summer yet, even for June in England it's a hit and miss today, the weather can't decide. Nick opens the boot of his car and pulls out a jacket and throws it at me, he gives me a warm smile and a hug. Before we start walking he looks at me and says "you look nice, let's go."
My face reddens, I look at my hands, nod my head and follow him.