Mine (Part III) - Nolou/Uglydolls Fanfic

6 | A Long Night

Nolan: "S-sorry!"

He'd finally realized what happened.

He instantly got off of me and sat next to me instead. He brought his knees to his face and looked at something else on the floor.

I sat up properly and waited until my face stopped feeling so warm.
I grabbed the blanket and covered my erection.

It was quiet for a minute. Maybe longer. I could only think to change the subject.

"Taylor isn't my girlfriend, by the way. She's into me, but we're not together."

He hummed in response.
I wasn't sure if he believed me or not. So I changed the subject once more.

"Do you really think you're bad luck?"

He didn't answer me.

"I don't think you are. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

He sighed again and scratched the back of his head. His fluffy brown hair flowed back to its original place.

Nolan: "I think I have bad luck when it comes to love. I'm just meant to be alone I think.."

"Is that what you want?"

Nolan: "No.."

"What happened to me wasn't your fault. And look, I'm fine now. Aren't I?"

I put my hand on his wrist, which was against his knees.
And then he finally looked at me.

"You're not responsible for other people's actions. Especially when they treat you terribly for no reason."

He realized who I was talking about and we stared into each other's eyes for a moment.

He looked away and thought about something. I put my hand down and sighed.
It was quiet again for a while.

Nolan: "When do you think Taylor will get up?"

"Well, if she hasn't gotten up by now, she'll probably wake in the morning."

Nolan: "You really don't like her? But she's so pretty.."

"I do like her. But I don't imagine a future with her. We got to the party, and she left my side almost instantly. I don't have a problem with someone drinking and having fun, but.. she could've been seriously hurt."

The brunette nodded slowly in agreement.

"And maybe.. I don't like it because it reminds me of when I used to do that. A long time ago."

He turned his head to look at me. He was listening intently. We'd never talked about any of this before.

Nolan: "You used to party? I mean, I guess you were popular. "

"I was."

Nolan: "Do you... get violent when you drink?"

"No. Nothing like that. Not really. It just made me impulsive... Like, sexually.."

It was the truth. But a part of me worried if this conversation would change the way Nolan saw me.

"I'd always.. wake up in someone's bed. Someone I didn't even know. That's why I avoid it now."

Nolan was processing my words.  I guess he was too nice to laugh at me or call me something like a "slut". Thankfully.

Nolan: "I didn't know that... That must've been frustrating."

"I didn't care back then. I even.. did it sober."

My own words disgusted me. But somehow I felt lighter.