|| 𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝗲 || 𝗧𝗼𝗺 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 ||
Best friends, ever since they were practically in the womb, both of their moms grew up together. After a couple of faulty marriages, they decided to move both families into one house. They spent their s...
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—NOVA POV—
"Mom! Simone!" I shouted out, opening our front door. Nate, cautiously steps in.
"In the kitchen!" My mom shouts back, I took my shoes off. Showing Nate, where to place his. I linked, my pinky alongside his. Walking to the kitchen, he looked... extremely nervous.
"Mom?" I peeked my head, over. "Yeah?" She was working, on getting some wine from the cabinet. Should've known, they were drinking wine by now. "Nate's here." I mumbled.
I stepped in full view, Nate following my actions. We stood there awkwardly, as they walked up to us. Greeting, Nate to the fullest.
"Nate, this is my mom. Addison." I palmed her the on shoulder, he smiles shaking her hand.
"And this is Simone, basically my second mom. I know, shocker such an amazing women gave birth to a guy like Tom." I had serious beef with Tom, but I also loved him.
It's complicated.
"Nice, to meet you both." He kept his bright smile on. "Where's Tom?" My mom asked, averting her attention from Nate.
"You both ask me the same thing, every time and the answer is always the same." I stated.
"With a girl?" Simone and my mom, both said.
"Inside her, by now." I shrugged, Nate's face suddenly fell. "What! I always tell them, when Tom is with girls. It's expected by now."
"Anyways, dinner?" I changed the subject. "What do you want to eat?" My mom walked back to, the kitchen island.
"Just... actually don't worry about it we'll order a pizza." I started, dragging Nate, upstairs.
"Door cracked open!" My mom, reminded.
"Mi casa, su casa." I told Nate, leaving the door open. By just a mere, two inches. He let me shower, in the guest bathroom at his house. So now it was 7PM, we have a fair amount of time before he has to go. No sleepovers.
Mom's rules, but also. I don't want a sleepover.
"What do you want, on the pizza?" I take my phone, out from my tote bag. "Anything's fine." He says, sitting down on my bed.
I dialed the place, ordering just a large cheese pizza. They said it'd be here in 45 minutes, that seemed like a really long time for some pizza.
But it's okay, I guess.
I sat down, beside him. "This is dyed?" I picked up a piece, of the bleached blonde covering his eyes. "Yes." Nate, nodded.
