Summer

Chapter Four

            I was woken up by Nichole throwing pillows at me. I groggily sat up, and glared at her. She sat on the end of my bed, across from me.

"Why are you at my house so early in the morning?" I groaned.

My alarm clock had the time as eight thirty. I had a rule with all of my friends, don't wake me up before ten thirty unless we had school. It was the one rule I had, and right now Nick was breaking it.

"I'm sorry I broke your ten thirty rule, but I couldn't wait any longer! How did your date go?" She was purposely being over dramatic, but that's just how Nicky was.

I smiled as I remembered yesterday. Going to Kat's, coming home and watching Pretty Little Liars, him kissing me, and the best part when he told me he loved me.

"It was the best day of my life." I grinned.

"Did you tell him about your giant case of the L?" She asked.

"Yeah, well he told me first, but I said it back." I explained.

"Finally!" She exclaimed.

Then hype Nick turned into serious Nick. That rarely ever happened. I was expecting serious Nichole today though because our recital was tonight, and serious Nichole always came out on show night.

"Is he coming to the show tonight?" She asked.

"Yeah, I think the whole gang is going to be there. Even Freddie." I said the last part with a grin.

"That's not even funny I am stressing out about that. Der said he was talking to Freddie, and he had something important to ask me after the show." She told me.

"Oh my God! Really?" I asked excitedly.

Everyone has been waiting for Freddie and Nichole to start dating. They're always doing things together lie going to the movies, studying together, and going out to eat. Plus whenever they did something together they were always flirting with each other. They were basically already dating.

Nick nodded, and I screeched in excitement. I heard footsteps running up the stairs, and Trevor ran into my room.

"Who died?" He asked, referring to my screeching.

"Abraham Lincoln. Did you pay attention at all in school?" I asked sarcastically.

Two can play the sarcasm game, and if I'm playing I will always win. Especially if I'm up against my little brother.

"Shut up." He said, rolling his eyes, and leaving.

"What time do we need to be at the studio?" I asked Nichole, knowing that Jordan wanted Nick, Kate, and I there early.

We were the most dedicated students, so we would help set up, and help with finishing touches on decorations, costumes, props, and make up before the show.

"Noon." She stated. "We're leaving with my mom at eleven thirty so we can pick up Kate."

"Okay. I'm going to go get ready." I explained. "I'll go over to your house when I'm done."

She nodded, and left. I took a shower, put on black dance shorts, and a palm tree crop top, and put my hair in a messy bun. I didn't put any make up on, because I'd just have to redo it again for the show.

I got out my dance bag, and made sure I had everything I needed for the show, and for set up. I slipped my navy blue flip flops on and left.

I walked to Nichole's which was just around the block. I walked into her house, and found her in the living room watching dance moms.