Scripted | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner

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I am so sorry for not posting— I had to finish up chapter 6 for my other book; TEEN CREATURES... I really want that to be finished by next year, and I supposed you guys wouldn't go anywhere... right? This one will be long to make up for the loss of chapters for the last few days :) I hope this will make up for it.

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As I open my eyes
Hold it, focus, hoping
Take me back to the light
I know you were way too bright for me

Golden - Harry Styles

Nick Jonas's mind

(8:47 AM Sunday)

     I woke up, my body aching as I turned myself to the side, groaning a little bit. Kendall's idea was a horrible idea. I bet she was in bed, just like I am right now, probably aching everywhere. 

     And she'd deserve it. I, on the other hand, did not because it wasn't my terrible idea.

     There was a knock at the door and I groaned; it was a Sunday. I get a break on Sundays. It's always been that way. Who the hell is outside my bedroom door trying to tell me to change my Sunday hobbies!?

     The knocking continued, and I let out a stressful groan, "OK, OK! I'll be there in a minute, gosh! Just— let yourself in!"

     The door opened and there was Joe, already dressed in some black skinny jeans and a white tee underneath some leather. He opened his arms, a smile on his face, "Good morning, brother."

     I let out another groan and turned my head the other way. I grumbled, my voice muffled through the pillow; "Your face was not what I wanted to see on a Sunday morning. Please leave."

     Joe chuckled and I could hear his footsteps coming into the room. "What did you wanna see on a Sunday morning? Not a whore sleeping next to you, I hope?"

     I let out a frustrated yell and sat up straight, throwing a pillow at him.

     He caught it and chuckled nervously, "So, uh... where were you last night? I couldn't contact you."

     I re-adjusted myself on the headboard and looked at Joe. "I was out. At the lake, like I always am when I disappear—."

     "With Kendall? I hope not, 'cause her mom kind of expected her to be at home— you know that part when she said she was tired—"

     "I took her out to see the lake," I said, simply.

     Joe's thick eyebrows raised, "Okay...? What changed? You never show anyone the lake. Not even your fake gold-digging girlfriend—"

     I groaned as I sat up, my bare chest hitting the cold conditioned air. "I was bored, and thought that she was boring, so I decided to show her the lake. No big deal. And I thought we agreed to never mention Miley ever again!?"