Meet Me Mid The Aisle (On Hold for Major Editing)

Chapter 10: New Guy Named Nixon

Chapter 10: New Guy Named Nixon

          “Just stay at the living room and watch TV Nigel I’ll make us dinner”

          “Can I watch too? I love movies too you know.” Drake stated whilst walking towards the living room where Nigel is. “It’s not fair to ask Nathaniel only” he added, I rolled my eyes.

          “Just don’t kill each other and we’re good.” I answered briefly. Nigel let out a heavy sigh shaking his head while Drake grinned looking amused.

Half an hour passed and I’m done with a simple pasta and fried chicken strips, setting the kitchen table and grabbing coke cans at the fridge I called on the two men on my house “Nigel, Drake dinner’s ready and it’s getting too late you better hurry and leave” I yelled towards the living room a little bit colder than I expected, bringing them together in one place was really getting to me, what if they argue? What if they started to fight and inside my house? What would my Dad do if he learned of it?

Grimacing and throwing aside negative thoughts I marched over to the living room when I realized neither of them responded to me. My eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of the two mutual enemies, sitting on far end of the couch was Nigel watching TV barely giving attention to his surrounding while Drake was on the arm chair busying his self in scanning the magazines that were laying on the top of the coffee table. They obviously didn’t talked and ignored each other but at least they were not fighting or arguing over something or having their glaring contest this time. That was really unexpected but I can go with that, knowing this situation was better.

Clearing my throat I tried again “Dinner’s ready guys…” I mumbled giving just enough voice knowing they could hear me. Drake was the first one to give attention, he stood up from the arm chair and smiled at me, for the first time he smiled. Not smirked mockingly or grinned teasingly…he smiled genuinely like Nigel usually did. Nigel on the other hand was the one who had the different expression, I never saw him looked so oblivious, his gaze was on the television but I could tell that he was thinking something out of this room. “Nigel?” I called him skeptically, worried of whatever is going on his mind.

Slowly he glanced at me, when our eyes met it was like time paused…he held me captured with his soul piercing eyes, smoldering and looking deeply I felt like he was reading me through his gaze. I froze stunned by the beauty of his eyes but there’s something in his gaze that makes me feel uneasy giving a cold shiver run through my entire body. As long as I wanted to break the contact I can’t resist, I didn’t even saw him moved until I felt a hand on the small of my back stroking me gently up and down and another hand on my left cheek giving a surprisingly comfortable warmth. I tensed at his nearness and my eyes involuntarily closed giving my mind moment to absorb what was happening. Or am I expecting him to kiss me?

 “I always wanted to protect you, now the feeling is stronger I wanted to keep you, I care so much about you Pris” a familiar soft, velvet voice whispered in my ears. That brought my eyes open instantly finding myself face to face with Nigel, his deep brown eyes piercing into mine and our lips were inch apart, I let out a nervous breath not knowing what to do. What does he mean to protect and to keep me?

“Spice, do you have a chili sauce for these chicken strips?” Drake! I almost forgot he’s with us…Nigel slowly dropped his hands smiling at me reassuringly nodding towards the kitchen. I half smiled at him not able to compose myself from the tension I’m having, I never felt this way before.

With Jesse I know I’m happy, I can always be myself, I don’t have to feel awkward and to pretend, he was just so easy to be with. With Drake I always doubt, afraid to trust him knowing and feeling danger was around but it really excites me. But now with Nigel, I can’t even explain…there was a pull where I wanted to just be with him, I felt so safe, protected and taken care of, but there’s also a feeling that it is not right. Of course it never could be right! Well, Nigel was ten years older than me though I really never cared about age gaps, he’s nice I’m a douche, people love him people hate me, he’s perfect I’m broken. Maybe he cared about me but not the way a man cares for a woman right? Maybe he was just looking at me the way a brother look and cares about his little sister, the thought brought unwanted pain in my chest. Why am I feeling this? I never considered any feelings these past days, no months…I was set to be cold hearted.