Scripted | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner

N i n e t e e n

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And all I need is
To find somebody
I'll find somebody
Like you

All I Want - Kodaline

Nick Jonas's view

(10:29 PM Monday)

     Knock Knock Knock!

     The door swung open and Joe's head poked out, his eyebrow instantly furrowing. "What's up?" he said, moving aside as I shoved my way in. 

     I sighed as I slumped myself down on the couch. I could feel Joe's eyes on me.

     "What?" he repeated again, folding his arms across his chest, narrowing his eyes at me. I grumbled, leaning back on the couch, wondering why I felt so miserable.

     "My life sucks," I said out loud, making Joe sigh, rubbing his forehead. I looked at him, "It does suck, doesn't it? I don't get anything I want— which I thought was how my life was gonna go when mum and dad died—"

     Joe sighed, "Okay, let's not go there, Nick; not today. I don't have time for this today..."

     I frowned, "What, why? Don't you have endless amounts of time to try and just... reminisce all the things we've all done?"

     Joe gave me a serious glare, "Are you drunk?"

     I cringed, "No, I wanna talk to you."

     "About mom and dad?" he said as if I was suggesting utter stupidity. I never wanted to talk about mom and dad. Until now; which is gonna be hell.

     I nodded, "About mom and dad. You know I was there when the car went down," I said soullessly, making joe stiffen up as he coughed.

     I fiddled with the patterns on the cushions and continued, talking... more to myself. "I never knew I'd ever want to talk about their death again, but... Somebody's gotta dig up the wounds, right?"

     I let out a weak laugh as Joe handed me a drink.

     I furrowed my eyebrows, "What's that for?"

     Joe's expression didn't change as I took the glass from him. "I don't wanna be sober for this."

     I chuckled, "This much?" I said, referring to the ounce of Whiskey Joe handed me. I shook my head, "That's not gonna make you drunk enough for a conversation like this."

     I got up with a grunt and grabbed the whiskey bottle, chugging it down my throat, some of the liquid falling down past my Adam's apple.