Last Night | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner {COMPLETED}

F i f t y - S i x

i haven't even told my dad about the whole 'writing stories on Wattpad' thing because i was afraid he might be a little... over-dramatic. i mean, i don't think i should really be worried because he's a magazine editor/publisher, so... it's in the genes, am i right? :D

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With her wine-stained lips, yeah she's nothing but trouble
Cold to the touch, but she's warm as the devil

Chains - Nick Jonas

Nick Jonas's brain

(7:26 PM Tuesday)

I lazily poked my "Honey Sesame Chicken" with my chopstick and glanced up at Kylie, groaning under my breath. I was too full to even say anything to her, and on the other hand, I was afraid that the minute I open my mouth, a burp will intoxicate us all.

Kylie glanced up at me, probably noticing the small groans I was making under my breath. "What's wrong with you?" Before I could answer, she shot me with another question, "And what's wrong with your fucking house, it literally has no wifi or service, AT ALL!" she exclaimed, letting out a frustrated yell.

I grasped tiredly at my hair and looked up at her, "OK, we're supposed to have service. This place isn't as ancient as it looks, alright, and fine, I'll take the couch!" I said, letting out a breath of frustration.

We had been bickering the moment we came in and saw that this house only had one bedroom with one small bed in it. I wasn't going to say I'd hate to sleep with Kylie, in the same bed, but I'm not sure it'll exactly fit all of us, especially with her huge behind.

Kylie gave me a long look and turned back to her phone after a satisfying assurance from me. Honestly, what was the point of all this? One, I'm freaking out about Kendall's mom, and two, Kylie doesn't seem to fucking mind at all!

"Are you full?" She suddenly said, making me look up at her. Her eyes were glued to the phone, so I wasn't really sure she was even going to care about my response. I nodded anyway, "It was— it was good, but where'd you— how did you manage to buy this?" I asked, honestly curious.

Kylie put down her phone, probably because it was totally out of service, "I actually when down to this Chinese restaurant down the street... The street, it's not as deserted as it looks, Nick, and I think we kind of went in circles when we made ou way here," she said to me, her face scrunched up as if trying to stifle a laugh.

I screwed up the end of my mouse and pressed my lips together in some sort of embarrassment, "Not my fault, you were distracting me about the whole 'my mom's going to kill you' thing back in the car while I was driving."

Kylie laughed, "I have honestly never even heard of that ever before, you know that?" I couldn't help but laugh, too, "I belong in some kind of insane asylum or... nut-house. I'm not exactly crazy, but I sure am stupid."

Kylie opened her mouth slightly and touched her chest as if I had just said something touching, "Oh, how nice of you to say that about yourself— you're kind of both crazy, and stupid if you know what I'm talking about."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, yeah, thanks a lot. I said that you could agree, but I never said anything about you adding anything to it."

I took a sip of my beer and Kylie shuffled through her purse, looking for something. I tried not to look at her and stared right outside the window. The sky wasn't necessarily black, meaning that we were close to a city. I notice my surroundings a lot.