DAY ELEVEN OUT OF THIRTY ONE.
DECEMBER 22,2014.
DAY SIX OF WINTER BREAK.
12:56 P.M.
ARABELLAS P.O.V.
"Nick, I'm here!" I hear a groan from his room before he opens the door, his eyes still closed.
"Come on sleeping beauty." I laugh and sit in his office chair, Nick sitting back on his bed.
"I'm the beast."
"That's the wrong movie tweedledum." I laugh once again, spinning around in my chair.
"I'm tired leave me alone." he gets back under his covers, laying on his back.
"Go back to bed! I could hang with your family, learn more embarrassing stuff about you." I shrug.
"No. Come here." he pats the spot next to him and I get up, climbing over him to the other side. He closes his eyes and puts his arm around me, his other hand going to play with my hair.
"I'll give you a hour, tweedledum. Then we do something."
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2:35 P.M.
It has been two hours and Nick still refuses to get up.
"I'm going to talk to your family, be ready in ten minutes."I get up and fix my hair, Nick groaning.
"Hey mrs.Robinson!" I cheer, sitting down next to her.
"Hey!"
"So do you have any pictures of Nick that I can use to embarrass him?" I ask and she laughs, getting up to grab something. She comes back with a photo book already open, sliding into my lap.
I look at the picture and start laughing, taking out my phone and taking a picture of it.
"Mom?" Nick comes downstairs with a toothbrush in his mouth, looking at the picture and cringing.
"We're going somewhere." Nick continues, turning around and going upstairs. He comes down shortly after, now all ready.
"There's sleeping beauty!" I mock from yesterday, causing him to roll his eyes.
"We're leaving."
"Can I come with? I love car rides!" Harry runs down the stairs, smiling.
"Of course!" I ruffle his hair as Nick grabs the keys and opens the door. We all travel to the car,getting in a buckling our seat belts.
As everyone would say, safety first. Party second.
"I am one hundred percent sure no one says that." Nick says, causing me to roll my eyes. I may not have known if I said that out loud, but I was ready to fight him about it.
"I am four hundred and forty seven percent sure people say that."
"No one says that."
"Yes they do!"
"Name one person who does."
"Me." Nick sighs at my answer.
"Beside you."
"Is a five seconds of summer song."
"You're getting off topic."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Yes I am."
"No you're n- Damn it!" He slaps the steering wheel.
