The stories in my flesh (Sequel to scars)

Part 53

*So there's only a couple chapters left for the story to come to an end!! I will try to update tomorrow :)

Sydney's point of view;

"I have to go to work, Sydney. Are you sure you're going to be fine?" Nick asks walking out his room with his uniform on. I nod, "Yeah. I'll be fine, do you want me to go with you?"

"No, I don't think you should. Stay here and rest, just be careful okay?" He sounds like he's talking to an eight year old but I know he's worried about me, and I appreciate that. "Nick, I'll be fine. Don't worry, okay?" He looks at me for a few seconds. "Okay, I won't worry." He finally says.

I look at the clock it's about to be eleven. "Oh God! I'm sorry, you're so late. What if you get in trouble? What if he gets mad at me for not going-" he interrupts me. "Woah, Sydney. Calm down, I called the manager and told him that we were having some difficulties. He knows I'm late and I told him you were sick and that you'd be out for a couple days."

I take a breath pretty relieved, "Thank you, Nick. Honestly, thank you for everything you'd done for me." He smiles, I notice he looks tired and exhausted. Is it because of me? "Thank you, Sydney."

"For what?" I ask confused, he steps closer. "For being in my life and making me smile." I look down at the floor feeling my cheeks get hot. "Oh, Nick." He gives me a hug, a really tight hug like he doesn't want to let go. "Take care, okay? I'll see you later tonight, if you don't go stay at his house." He gives my head a kiss and then let's go. He walks out the door and I sit down on the couch feeling lonely now that Nick is gone. I walk to my room but I see that Nick didn't close his room door . I get curious and peek in, his room is extremely clean. His bed is made and the carpet doesn't look dirty. I sit on his bed and smell the air, it smells like him. Like Nick.

I lean on the pillow and wonder where he keeps his sleeping pills. There not anywhere around so I look under the bed where I think he keeps them. His book bag is under the bed and I move it and see a notebook. I grab it, it's a smallish notebook, kind of like a journal. It's all black and I get the urge to open it up. But it's Nicks, and I can't invade his privacy like that.

I slide the notebook back in its place and get up, I'm walking to the door but I keep wondering and thinking, what's in that notebook?
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"You'll love the place I'm taking you to eat." Anthony says, I look at him while he's keeping his eyes on the road. "Is it another fancy place?" I whisper feeling my heart kind of sting. I don't want to go to those fancy places, I feel like binding belong there. "No, no, we are done with those. I don't like throw anyways, I'm taking you to my house. Where I already cooked something special for you my love."

My heart skips a beat, he called me "my love". "I like when you say that." I tell him as he reaches over to grab my hand. "Well you are my love." He says.

By the time we get to his apparent it's about to be eight. "Sorry if I have a mess, I've been studying for college and I haven't had time to actually clean." He puts his keys down and walks over to the kitchen where he takes out a pan with food he cooked. I put my bag down on the couch. "It's fine, I don't mind." I say and he starts serving the food.

We sit down in the table and start to eat. "It's really good." I say, he smiles proud. "Why thank you." He says. After a while he speaks up, "Sydney. Can I ask you a question?" I nod slowly afraid of what he's going to ask. "How do you feel about Nick?"

"What do you mean?" I ask knowing exactly what he means. "Do you have any feelings for him?" I shake my head no, "No. Not those feelings that you think. I love Nick, but like a friend. He's my best friend."

"Oh, I see." He says looking at his food but eating. "Don't you believe me?" I ask feeling hurt. "I believe you, I really do. But it's hard, you know? It use to be just you and I. And then Nick came along, don't get me wrong I don't hate Nick. I just feel jealous, and I sense that he doesn't like me either."

"Nick is just- he's quiet. Believe it or not it took a while for us to become friends. Maybe you two could be friends." I say looking at him, he looks at me and I know what he's thinking because I'm think it too. "Do you honestly believe we can be friends?"

"Umm. Yeah, sure." I lie, I don't think Nick would want to be friends with him after confessing his feelings for me. "I don't think that's possible. I will try to be nice to him, but I can't make any promises." He says, I reach across the table and hold his hand. "Thank you." I give him a small smile and he smiles back. Oh, that pretty smile of his. I think every time I see it I fall in love again.

We finish eating and I clean up and wash the dishes while he cleans up the apartment. "It's getting late." I say drying my hands. He looks at the clock, "Stay a little longer. Stay the night with me. Please stay." He whispers. "Are you afraid I'll kill myself at my apartment or what?"

He frowns, "I'm just messing, Anthony." I say. "Don't mess like that, I don't like when you say stuff like that. It hurts me." His eyes look sad and that hurts me. "I won't say anything like that." I whisper, he walks over to me and lightly touched my cheek. "So, will you stay?"

I nod my head. "Yes but let me call Nick, to tell him. Alright?" Anthony nods and I feel relieved that he didn't get mad or anything. I walk over to the phone and dial our apartments number. Nick quickly picks up, "Hello?"

"Hey Nick." I say, "Sydney! Where are you? It's getting late." He says, "Yeah I know, but listen Nick," I look over at Anthony who's looking at me. "I'm staying here with Anthony tonight."

"Oh," Nick says, I curl my toes because I know I just hurt him. "Okay, that's fine." He says. "I just wanted to call to inform you." I say biting my lip. "It's fine, well have a goodnight."

"You too." I say, before I hang up he quickly speaks, "Oh and Sydney, don't forget that you mean so much to me."