American Dream ✦ Maloley

XXIII ♔

"Good morning," I smiled as Nate wrapped his arms around me. I was in the kitchen making breakfast since it was only the two of us, and we had the apartment to ourselves the rest of the day. He was half asleep, and he buried his head into my neck causing me to laugh while attempting to flip the pancakes. "Go back to bed if you're tired," I said causing him to groan. "Or act like a barbaric animal," I referenced his non-human grunts and growls. I felt his teeth grazing my neck, and his fingers poking deeper and deeper into my sides. "Are you going to be annoying all day?" I heard him let out an airy chuckle and I shook my head.

"What are you doing?" He asked finally causing me to raise my eyebrow.

"I'm obviously not making breakfast or anything," I retorted causing him to let go of me and make me turn around to face him. He rolled his eyes and shook my head.

"No, I mean later today. Do you have any plans?" 

"Nope, I figured we could just spend the day together, since the guys are going to be out," I returned back to the stove-top to finish cooking, and he hopped on the counter next to the stove. He nodded and I looked at him before bursting out into hysteria. "Your hair is ridiculous."

"What?" He smiled and ran his hand through his mess of hair and chuckled. "You did this you know. You're the one who pushed me out of bed. We can fit seven people on our bed and you still need more room," he shook his head and smirked.

"I don't think me pushing you out of bed had anything to do with messing up your hair."

"Well you're still the one who messed it up," he winked and I snarled my nose at him. "Feel like I should check up on the boys," he hopped off the counter to go check his phone. Johnson and Gilinsky were official drug smugglers, they smuggled a few ounces of cocaine and multiple bags of MDMA to New Jersey. It was a pretty big delivery, and they took some guy named Foosh to be a watch dog. They were playing a dangerous game, but we all had full faith in them, plus if everything went according to plan, they were going to bringing back some major cash. 

"The food is done!" I called out for Nate, and when he didn't answer I assumed he didn't hear me or was talking to one of the boys. I sat my plate of food on the table, and also grabbed my laptop. I clicked on the app that Kenny had installed, and pulled up all of Lindsay's recent activity on her phone. It boiled my blood to see everything, and I had to close the laptop before I slung it across the room. Sammy was in Long Island for a few days visiting with her family, and I felt bad because he had no idea what she was up to. 

"The boys just made it down there, and so far everything is good," Nate informed me as he sat down at the table. I nodded and forced a smile. "What's wrong? You seem a little on edge."

"I'm okay," I responded with a weak, forced smile. I wasn't okay, I was livid. "Lindsay is still talking to Dillon and Carter!" I blurted out accidentally. I covered my mouth and Nate's eyes dilated and he looked at me confused. "Uh oh."

"How do you know?"

"I um," I tried to think of something but he was giving me the look. "Don't be mad at me."

"God dammit, Phil. What'd you do?" He groaned.

"I may have used Kenny's genius brain to hack into Lindsay's phone so I could see all of her recent phone calls, text messages and browser searches," I bit my lip and he shook his head in disbelief. "But I had a really good motive! When Sammy and I were hanging out last week we were at a cafe, and I looked up to see her with Dillon. Sammy didn't see them, he almost did though. They didn't see us, so when I got home I convinced Kenny to hack into her phone for me."

"Dammit, I told you to leave it alone!" 

"I know, I know, but," I frowned, "I've gotten really close to Sam, and I don't want to see him hurt. I was really excited to meet Lindsay, until I found out it was the only Lindsay I know. I don't even feel bad, I knew not to trust her."