MIKA

Nod

--Mika's POV--

Sarah grabs my hand and pulls me into the kitchen. We sit down across from each other, leaving Nick with Kyle in the living room.

"I'm sorry Sarah," I tell her. "I never meant to hurt Kyle. Besides my kids, he's the last person that I'd want to hurt. Well and you.."

"It's okay Mika. Shit happens," she tells me.

I nod.

"Was he upset?" I ask.

"Of course he was. As soon as we got to the car he broke down. I mean the last thing that he expected to happen today was for one his favorite artist to punch him in the face," she laughs.

"Yea.." I laugh. "I owe him big time."

"No. He'll get over it," she tells me.

--Nick's POV--

That girl drug Mika into the kitchen, leaving me with the Kyle guy. I sigh and sit next to him.

"Well I'm Nick," I tell him. "Mika's son."

Kyle nods.

"He punched you in the face?" I ask.

He nods again. I sigh in defeat and turn the tv on. As I scan through the channels he stares at me.

"You don't look like Mika," he tells me.

I laugh, "because I'm adopted?"

"Oh," he says still staring at me. "I'm Kyle."

"I know," I tell him.

He gives me a confused look.

"I heard him say your name when he was trying to apologize to you."

He nods. I turn the tv off and turn to him.

"Do you not talk?" I ask.

He shrugs.

"Is that a no?"

"I don't know. I don't really have anyone to talk to except my sister," he tells me.

"Well neither do I, but I talk."

He nods.

"Stop nodding!" I tell him.

"Sorry," he says. I roll my eyes at him as Sarah walks back in with Mika...dad.

"Nick, go get ready for bed," dad says.

Sarah gives dad a hug before saying goodbye to us. Kyle just leaves without saying a word.