Darlings(BxB)

Chapter 8 (Truce)

The tension in the air and the tension between Nick and Sam were so palpable that you could slash it with a butter knife. Nick was frustrated as well as confused. This was certainly not a coincidence that they felt they were getting closer day by day. A part of him wanted to give in, but the part that hated this guy's existence was still bigger.

But he was not thinking about it at this moment. All he could think about was how genuine and unharmful Sam looked when he was laughing.

Even Sam could hardly remember when the last time he laughed like this was. But none of them could ignore the fact that Nick was lying down on Sam and watching him laugh like that.

"Why do you keep making me fall?" Nick asked Sam stupidly. He had still not moved away.

"You pushed me, dude; why do you keep blaming everyone else for your mistakes like a kid? " Sam answered him with a curious look. He had touched a bare and weak nerve.

"I am not a kid. You are a baby who keeps acting as if you can just throw a tantrum and everyone else will have to act according to him." Nick said, getting flustered at the same time.

"When did I throw a tantrum? Let's look at the facts: you didn't hold the lift for me, even when we were sharing one room. You tried to punch me. You pushed me. And now you are sitting on my lap, so let's see who does it. Oh yeah, a baby."

"Are you a lawyer?"

"Well, yes. Considering I am not a child and can be employed, Sam was smirking. Nick punched him lightly. He had still not moved away.

"Now I know why nobody likes lawyers. I cannot believe I was even considering making a truce with you." Nick said that and moved away as he said that. Sam's smirk faded, but nobody in the room noticed that.

"Ok, I'm sorry for calling you Nicky. I'll not call you Nicky. Now, let's talk about that truce."

"Well, thanks for that first. Lor was saying, I should make a truce with you because we are in a 'foreign country' and we are both from the same place." Nick said it in a tone as boring as possible.

"Well, that makes sense. I don't have a problem with having a truce with you. "

"Because you're the asshole here. You won't call me Nicky, so that makes it infinitely easier to be on human terms with you. Ok, truce it is then." Nick said, extending his hand. Sam took it and shook it. Nick felt mild sparks when Sam touched his hand. Like a static shock that only his wrist could feel. But it wasn't unnoticed.

Sam's smirk came back. "So, can I sleep on the bed again?" Sam asked, taking advantage of the situation.

"Only if you don't touch me, come near me, and I will throw you back again."

"Fair," Sam said, smiling, and he got off the bed to go to the bathroom. Nick sat there, stewing in the aftermath of whatever just happened. He had just made a truce with Sam Turner. They were not going to fight anymore. Nick still wanted to confront Sam about the airport incident and the arrogance that followed it. He thought about other things as well.

How did a truce make him not so mad about Sam calling him Nicky? And what was up with the little spark he felt when Sam touched him? Nick was sitting there for almost five minutes, thinking about it. He concluded that he was simply letting Lor and Luke affect him. They are putting weird and inhuman ideas like having a crush on Sam into his brain. He is fine, and Sam still stinks. In the meantime, Sam came out of the bathroom.

"When are we going out for dinner then?" Sam asked Nick casually.

"Seven," Nick replied mindlessly. It was around four by now. Nick decided to take a little nap; he went into the bathroom, changed, and came back to bed. He fell asleep almost instantaneously, only to be bullied by his dreams now.