Making it out alive

chapter 8

Ok, so I know I took a while, but in my defense no one commented! Not a one! I mean, come on, I know my stories not award winning material but come on, even a little constructive criticism would be great to hear, heck even comment to recommend YOUR books to me, anything would be great. *sigh* well, I thought I would be nice and give you the next chapter anyway, heaven knows why, usually I'm a grumpy person with no sympathy, butttt since I kind of like writing I'm going to keep going with this.

Nicks POV:

Ugh! Why did there have to be such a huge crowd?! I pushed through as many people as I could as fast as I could, which in all honestly was pretty slow because no one would move, they were all too busy hugging and kissing there darling loved ones. Finally getting fed up after my millionth "excuse me" and getting no response my patience was past 'wearing thin'.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY DIPSHITS!" yea, maybe that got too much attention... After getting many angry and confused looks the crowd slowly parted in front of me. "Thank you" I grumbled to myself. Then set off in my sprint again. I had to find that boy, ugh I still didn't know his name. He was the one, he was always the one. He was the guy that almost beat me in the ring, he was the one at the hospital, the one that helped me when that dunce elbowed me, the one that was sitting in the audience, the one that when I made eye contact with, made my heart double in speed and made my palms sweat. No. I couldn't think about that, I didn't even know him. Which is why I have to find him, I thought. Why was he following me? Or was he, maybe it's just been insanely coincidental. No, I thought. Lost in my thoughts I ran right into Justin and his parents. Ohhh no I groaned to myself, it's not that I didn't like them or anything, but they never stopped talking.

"Nick! Oh sweetie how are you?" Justin's mom cooed to me. "I'm so sorry I didn't get the chance to visit you sooner after the incident but work has been so hectic"

"It's honestly all right Mrs. Rouse" I said still frantically looking around for the boy.

"Mom" Justin chimed in "I think Nick is looking for someone, we should let her go" he said, sensing my discomfort.

"Well of course, tell your parents I said hello" she shouted as a hurried off.

Had to find him, had to find him, I chanted in my head, I was about to turn the corner when my parents came out.

"Sweetie!" My mother said putting on her 'I'm an innocent loving mother' voice. "Your father and I couldn't be any prouder" I sighed, I really didn't have time for her fake love, I would rather five minutes of real love, then I lifetime of pretend, I thought. I sighed knowing I would never find him and gave up my search.

"Hi mum, hey daddy" I don't know why but I always called my dad "daddy" it just didn't feel right to call him "dad" no matter how old I got.

"Hey Nickster" he said embracing me in a hug and kissing the top of my head. "I really am proud of you, heck, you finished high school and aren't in jail, why shouldn't I be?" he said jokingly and ruffling my hair. I laughed, it was times like these that I really did love my dad.

"How about we go out to celebrate? Where would you like to go?" She asked pointing the question towards me.

"McDonalds." I stated without hesitation. She always asked me, and I would always choose that, no matter what, and she would always tell me that we should go some place nicer.

"Oh, why don't we go someplace nicer?" Bingo. "I know this lovely new place that just opened up not too far from here" she said in thought.

"Sounds good" I sighed, it wasn't worth putting up a fight. "I have my bike so I'll meet y'all over there" I told her. They both kissed me goodbye after another set of congratulations and walked away.