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Chapter 21

This would be the girl I imagine Nezbit as... she isn't famous so don't bother looking for her. Lol.
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I was reading a book that Liam got out for me. It wasn't from the room near Luke's room down stairs though, Liam said it was more of my level of reading.

I honestly didn't like the book, but I had nothing better to do than that.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and Luke came in after I said he could.

He walked in his boxers, which was usual at this time of night, but he had a shirt on too. He lays across the end of the bed, staring up at the ceiling, without saying a word.

I couldn't decide wether I was annoyed with him, or scared of his presence after today. So I ignored his presence, and continued to read the book.

"Are you alright, Nezbit?" His voice rasped.

Do to the fact that I didn't really want to talk to him, I only nodded.

"Good." He said quietly. He continued on with an apology about earlier tonight. "It just startled me."

I nodded once more, not interested in his words at all.

"You're still angry with me." He sighed.

I shrugged.

I didn't really know. I was confused on how I felt really. I just didn't understand why he had been acting so snappy with me lately.

"Nezzy, I'm sorry. I've been stressed out lately."

I didn't see why he is stressed, I was with him the whole time. Then that's when I realized, the stress was all coming from me.

"I'm sorry that I'm such a handful." I said, not really feel really sorry at all. I think he should have expected it, picking up a random girl.

"No, Nezzy-" he stopped in the middle of the sentence before snatching the book from my grip so I'd look at him instead. "I'm not blaming you. There is just stuff going on in the moment."

I stared at him blankly.

"Do you forgive me?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

He huffed before crawling his way next to me, "Come on, Nez. I need more than that. Do you?"

I sighed before saying, "Yes! Can you give me back my book now?"

He huffed, "No, I'll read it to you."

"I don't want-"

"I'm going to read it in an American accent, okay,.. Anna of alle muiah chilldrin waes muiah favorate!" He tried his best at an American accent.

I tried not to smile, and he giggled at himself. "Az aye chield she wud siet frome afare."

I snatched the book from his hands, "You suck at being an American!" I chuckled.

"Fine, fine, I'll stay Australian!" He smile.

I nodded in agreement, looking back at the words on the page. I was pretending to read, while I watched him from the corner of my eye. He laid there with his head on the pillow next to me.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as if I didn't like him to look at me.

I did though. I liked just thinking of him.

"I already told you." He simply answered.

I finally looked at him, and shrugged, showing didn't recall his explanation.