DAY SEVEN OUT OF THRITY ONE.
DECEMBER 18, 2014.
DAY TWO OF WINTER BREAK.
12:45 PM.
ARABELLA'S P.O.V.
"He's on the couch sweetie. He took a cleat to the crotch." I walk in to Nick's house after he said he couldn't come over, as he was in pain.
"You poor poor boy." I laugh, sitting down next to him as he holds an ice pack to his crotch.
"It hurts leave me alone." he shifts onto his side, groaning.
"Why didn't you wear a cup you idiot?"
"I forgot it at home."he leans his head on my shoulder, sighing and shifting around some more.
"Care to kiss it better?" He laughs as I look at his gray sweatpants.
"Fine by me." I lean down, Nick's eyes widening.
"N-no Arabella I don't think that's a good idea." I laugh and sit back up, seeing Nick's face as red as my lipstick.
"I would stain your pants with my lipstick, this lipstick costs like twenty dollars."
"Wouldn't be he only thing it's stained with." he whispers, making me choke on my own saliva.
"Oh my god ew!"
"It hurts, is this what periods feel like?"
"Probably not, where does it hurt the most?"
"This is awkward."
"Right here?" A small moan escapes his lips as I poke his sweatpants.
"Uh, I really don't think that's a goo- oh. " I poke the same part jokingly, giving up and putting my hand on his thigh.
"That's still not a very good place to put your hand."
"Wait that's still your penis?" Nick nods and swallows, closing his eyes.
"No way that's still your penis, that's defiantly your thigh." I squeeze where my hand is, another sound coming from Nick.
"Oh my gosh it is, dude your dick is huge!" I pull my hand into my chest, blushing as I realize I just poked and squeezed his male part.
"I'm gonna go to- uh- the bathroom, I'll be back." he awkwardly wobbles upstairs, leaving me texting Emily.
To Em: I just squeezed his penis on accident.
From Em: hello to you too, how the hełl do you squeeze a penis on 'accident'?
To Em: now is not the time to quote a vine.
From Em: Whatever me and Christian are going out to eat, have fun grabbing his penis.
I groan and lock my phone waiting for Nick to come out of the bathroom. Finally, Nick wobbles his way down the stairs, his face flushed.
"Did you wash your hands?"
"Yes, mom."
"Please don't ever call me that again, it's like a reverse daddy kink."
"Daddy kink?" Nick asks as he sits back down.
"Yeah, like 'hey daddy'." Nick looks over at me, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive matter.
"You hormonal boy I swear." I shake my head in a joking matter.
"You started it!" He fights back, crossing his arms.
"You were hurt!"
"Just buddies don't do that you know."
"I promise you, just buddies." I nudge his arm, leaning into him.
"Uh, yeah, just buddies."
"What hand is the sin hand?" I ask, drawing patterns on his arm.
"Sin hand- oh. It's the other side don't worry." I nod and start playing with his fingers, running my fingers lightly over the scars on his knuckles.
"I wish I could be like you."
"What?" Nick asks as I lean my head on his shoulder.
"You care about everyone before you care about yourself. I wish I could do that."
"Arabella," Nick sighs and I cut him off.
"I see right past it though."
"What?"
"You always ask people if they're okay, when you're really the one who should be asked that. Someone can cut you open and you would ask them if they need anything else." I look up at the boy, who was looking at our hands.
"Nobody's ever really cared, I've always been by myself. Yeah, of course I have my family but they have their own problems. Everyone does, that's why I never bother anyone." Nick looks at me, resting his head on top of mine.
"If you need anything, literally anything, please call me. I don't care if you're bored or you don't want to go back home, call me and I'll drop everything to help you."
"No one has ever been this nice to me, Snow, thank you."
"You deserve it Nick. Now, where's your board games?" He laughs and points to a cabinet. I get up and walk over to it, grabbing monopoly.
"Monopoly? Really?"
"Yes, loser. Now pick a character." I laugh, shoving the box towards him. He grabs the hat and I grab the dog , placing it on the start.
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"Go to jail!" I point and laugh at the boy sitting across from me, who rolls his eyes.
"That's not fair!" He gasps, slamming the hat on the jail square.
"Life's not fair." I laugh again as the radio starts playing the weeknd.
"You know this! You better sing to me."
"Fine, jailbird."
"Holy shït!" Nick screams as the song changes.
"What?"
"That was great! Dude, I got goosebumps." Nick holds out his arm, which in fact was covered with little bumps.
"We have to celebrate!" He declares, rolling the dice.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No." I groan as he lands on free parking, taking all the money in the middle.Saving me from a fight with Nick, his mom and brother walk in.
"Bella!" Harry cheers, running and hugging me.
"Harry!" I hug him back, nick smiling and laughing.
"Do you want to play?" I turn to our game. Harry nods and sits in my spot, causing me to sit next to Nick. I lean against him, his hand resting on my jean covered thigh. I reach down and grab his hand, his thumb automatically rubbing patterns on my hand.
"Dress warm and comfortable tomorrow, my truck is out of the shop." Nick smiles at me, helping his brother move his piece.
"I'll be there."
»authors note«
Words excluding authors note- 991.
ALSO I FORGOT NICK DOESNT HAVE ANY SOCIAL MEDIA SO THAT INSTAGRAM POST IS 100% NOT HIM.
-Ashley.
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