- Nick -
Song: Call Out My Name by The Weeknd
"Yeah, what's up?" I ask Hailey as she comes up to me, saving me from my conversation I got myself stuck into with Maya.
"How are you guys?" She asks.
"Amazing," Maya says, smiling at me. This conversation may have been amazing for her, but for me, it was full of dazing-out. Don't get me wrong, she's an interesting person, but I don't think I could include a single thing about me in the conversation. Call me selfish, but I don't want conversations to be one-sided.
"That's great," Hailey says before looking over to me. I widen my eyes a little, giving her a signal, and she takes the hint. She looks over to Maya. "Do you mind if I steal him from you?"
"Not at all," Maya says, and Hailey takes my free hand with hers and leads me away.
"What happened?" Hailey asks when we're at a safe distance.
"Oh, nothing," I say. I'm not completely sure if I want to let her in on all my thoughts quite yet.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, just needed to talk to you," I tell her.
"Oh, well, that's good, 'cuz I wanted to talk to you about something too," she says, looking down into her drink. She swirls it around as we walk hand-in-hand, and I can see the wheels turning in her mind.
"Oh yeah? And what is that?" I ask. She stops us as we make it under a small arch hidden away from the others, and she looks down at our conjoined hands.
"Well, I know we are coupled-up and all," she starts, and I can feel the tension start to form. "But, I just feel like we are interested in different people." She looks up to me and into my eyes, going back in forth from the right to the left. My stomach forms into a knot, and I pull my hand out of hers.
"Yeah, I agree," I tell her, even though my mind is screaming at me not to.
"Plus, you would look so cute with Maya," she enthuses. "You guys seem to get along so good!" When I don't react, she furrows her eyebrows. "Right?"
"Yes, right," I say. She still looks at me with doubt. We sit in an awkward silence for a moment as we look at each other.
"You don't, like, hate me, right?" She asks, and I can hear the sadness in her voice.
"No, no, I don't," I assure her, taking her hand back in mine. "I don't hate you, I understand."
She eases up and a small smile appears on her lips. "Good, 'cuz I could use a wingman." The small smile turns into a cheeky grin as she lets out a small chuckle that has me mesmerized.
"Then it's settled," I say.
"Purely platonic," she smiles at me, and although I return it, the gut-wrenching feeling in my stomach contradicts the happy feeling that I display.
Shit, I'm in trouble.
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I think I forgot the part where I am supposed to share a bed with a girl who has my dick standing straight.
Yes, the bikini is hot on her, but the shorts and baggy t-shirt she wears looks even more so. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun on her head, and glasses lie at the tip her nose. Makeup is wiped from her face, revealing faint freckles that are absolutely adorable.
"Move over, you big hunk," Hailey orders me as she pulls the white sheets up and takes her spot on the left side of the bed.
"Yes ma'am," I say as I slide over as much as I can to give her room. She moves around a little bit, getting comfortable before taking her glasses off her face and sliding under the covers. I look around the room and find that everyone has gotten comfortable in their beds.
"Good night, everyone!" Isabella shouts out to us, and we return it to her just as the lights shut off. I slide under the covers, turning to my right so I am facing away from Hailey. I'm not used to sharing a bed with anyone, as I haven't been in a relationship in what feels like a century, so this feels a little weird. But, Hailey gives me a strange sense of comfort.
I feel shifting around the bed, and I feel Hailey's frame come up against my back, and her arms wrap around me as she gives me a hug.
"Good night, Nick," she says before she pulls away.
"Good night, Hailey."
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currently screaming at my computer.
-Liz <3
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