Why am I like this..? [Nick Nelson x Male Reader]

CHAPTER 1

B- Bryce
N- Nick

B- Hello!
N- hi!
B- How are you?
N- I'm doing well! What about you?
B- I'm doing great!
N- that's excellent! :)
B- Mhmm:))))
N- what are you up to?
B- Nothing much! What about you?
N- really nothing, quite boring actually.
B- Would you like to hang out, love?
N- why not— where at?
B- Arcade?
N- I'd love that! I'll be there in 5! Meet me at the front :)
B- okay! :)

Nick gets his mom to drive him there— having his drivers license but being slightly scared of driving. He gets out of the car, waving and walking over to the front of the arcade, looking around to see if Bryce were there.

Bryce walks up behind Nick, wrapping an arm around his neck, laughing a little bit, "Hey, Nick!" He says, smiling. Nick laughs softly, "Hey, B!— I haven't seen you in a bit, how are you?" He replies, turning around to look at Bryce.

"I'm good! I think.. yeah, yeah! I'm good!" Bryce replies to Nick, "what about you, Nicky?" He laughs teasingly at the name, knowing Nick hates it when he calls him that.

Nick groans, slightly rolling his eyes, "you know I hate when you call me that, Bry!" He says, calling him a name he thought Bryce hated when he actually really liked it.

"Well- let's go in, yeah? I mean we got lots to do! Like.. Food!" Nick says, closing his eyes and sniffing the air as if there was an actual smell.

Bryce laughs a little, "Y'know, you calling me 'Bry' isn't going to annoy me since I actually like it." He admits, teasingly poking Nicks side, "but yeah lets go in!"

"Okay then what else am I supposed to call you— uhm... blondie!" Nick says, chuckling and opening the doors for Bryce, "After you, sir." He says, bowing for him jokingly.

Bryce laughs and walks in, replying  "Thank you, kind sir." Nick walks in after saying "My pleasure," continuing the joke, then looks around- seeing an ATM, "I need coins, do you happen to have some?" Nick asks Bryce. Bryce gives Nick some coins.

Nick takes the coins, then drags Bryce to the basketball hoops, by his arm, "I promise, I'm so much better than you at this." Nick tells Bryce. Bryce groans then replies with "I suck at this though! You know this, Nick!" Nick laughs, looking at him, "maybe you just aren't strong and skilled. Like me?" He replies shrugging.

Bryce then mumbles something to himself along the lines of 'Stupid rugby arms' as Nick shoots the basketball into the hoop on his first try, getting three in a row. On the fourth, he misses, loosing his streak, "okay— this game is rigged." He says, annoyed.

Bryce laughs, "Maybe you just lost your spark" he jokes, looking at Nick. Nick then replies "oh never, my spark will always be here." He shoves a basketball into Bryce's chest. Bryce smirks playfully, shooting it into the hoop without looking away from Nick, "or maybe I have it now?" He smiles.

"Oh my-" Nick gasps dramatically, "you stole my spark!"

"Definitely." Bryce says, ruffling Nicks hair, "shorty."

"Oh really, I'm short? No, that's a lie, you're lying to yourself. I'm not.. short." He says, looking over at Bryce, just staring, the silence making him nervous for a reason he can't understand.

Bryce, raising a brow, replies to Nick, "you're up to my chin, shorty." He laughs.

Nick clenches his jaw, looking down at his shoes for a second, then back up at Bryce, "okay— piss off." He says, smiling from one side.