𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✔️

♡ Chapter 13 ♡

July 13th.

I'm in pain. So much pain. This is it for me, I'm dead.

After my thirteenth, yes - thirteenth loud dramatic groan, Nic finally came into my room.

"Can you shut up?" he complained.

I lay sprawled out on my bed. One leg off the bed, one leg on. After seeing this, he talks again, "Jesus Christ. The fuck happened to you?"

"The worst thing ever," I pushed myself up on my elbows. "I'm on my period."

He instantly begins shutting the door, making me yell, "Wait!"

He stops closing the door, but not without a look on his face telling me he wants to slam it shut. I stand up off of the bed and dramatically hold my stomach, "Come get ice cream with me. If I go alone, I might drop dead."

He began starting to close my door again. I stopped it with my hand, "Hey! This isn't very Mr Jones of you."

"I'm not getting fucking ice cream with you," he leans on the doorway.

I scoff and cross my arms, "Yea, because you're so busy. I forgot you have the entire day to waste down at the bar."

"Exactly."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine. Don't come with me."

I turn, place my hand on my stomach, and groan dramatically. I feel Nic watching me as I begin groaning louder and fall to my knees. I slowly lay down on the ground, making my groaning even louder as I rolled onto my back.

Nic stares down at me and tilts his head, "You done?"

"Depends," I shrug against the ground. "Are you gonna come with me?"

"No-"

"AHHHHHH," I hold my stomach and scream as if I were getting my head cut off.

Nic fucking runs over to me, kneeling down and putting his hand over my mouth. He looks at me like I'm crazy, "The fuck are you doing? Okay, Jesus Christ, I'll go - ew! Did you just lick my fucking hand?!"

He quickly removed his hand from my mouth and rubs it against his shirt to dry it. Yea, I fucking licked him. I smiled widely and spoke innocently, "Yay. Help me up."

He rolled his eyes but grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

I ran my hands through my hair, fixing it since it had gotten messy. Nic stood there, watching me with a grumpy face while I stood there happily. Once my hair was up to my standard, I swiped my lips with lipgloss.

I looked at my reflection in the black TV screen.

I smile, "Okay! Lets go."

We walked to this ice cream place down the road. Thankfully, it was a little cooler today, so I could walk without dying. I got three scoops of chocolate ice cream in a cup, and Nic told me I was going to get diabetes. So I then also got sprinkles and wiped my spoon on his shirt, leaving a brown mark on it. He tried to kill me - or at least looked like he was going to, so I quickly ran out of the store and started walking back to the hotel.