All during dinner, Connor, Nicola and I barely made any eye contact. As Katie and her family had joined us for dinner, we were trying to keep things completely hidden. However, Nicola had other plans.
"So Steven, how was your day with Connor?" she quipped with a smug look. The color visibly drained from Connor's face and I could feel my ears beginning to burn.
"Uh...it was good..." was all I could say before a plastered Mamrie Hart (my next door neighbor) stumbled into the kitchen, complete with a glass of white wine in her right hand.
"Holy shit what is this lot doing in NC?" Mamrie spluttered in one breath as an embarrassed Tyler Oakley and an even more embarrassed Troye Sivan came running in behind her. While Connor and I were both saying silent prayers of thanks, Troye managed to lure Mamrie back home with the promise of spiked orange juice (Mamrie is a funny drunk...).
As we sat back down to dinner (with the kitchen door locked), I saw the slight smirk on Nicola's face and I knew what was fixing to happen. Before she could speak, I stepped on her toes which garnered a vicious glare as she took a bite of her baked potato. She kept her mouth closed for the rest of dinner.
FAST FORWARD...
It was nearing 8:30 PM. I was fixing to hit the sack...had to help teach marching band drill the next day at my school. I went down the hall to the master bedroom and began changing into my pajamas (a blue tee shirt and UNC Tarheels housepants---I'm a loyal Tar Heel). I stepped out of the master bath to find Connor sitting on my bed...
Oh My Jesus....this can't be happening...Why is he in pajamas?....
"Uh...Connor? Why are you in here?" I mused cautiously.
"Steven...I...kinda find this bed more comfortable....Ah hell. Steven, I want to sleep in here tonight."
No...no no no. He did not...." coursed through my brain as I tried to formulate a response. All I could muster was "Yes".
Before my brain knew what to process, I was curled up next to Connor in the bed with my head on his chest.
Soon, I drifted off to sleep as I felt Connor's arms wrap around my torso. We were sleeping fine until...
"DAMN IT CONNOR!! NOT AGAIN!! CAN'T YOU STAY OUT OF HIS BED?!?!?!" Nicola bellowed as she stomped in. Connor held me tight and went on the defensive.
"YOU LISTEN HERE! I LOVE HIM AND HE LOVES ME SO YOU NEED TO BACK THE HELL OFF BEFORE THINGS GET REAL UGLY!!!!" (Connor had picked up the Southern drawl nicely).
As Nicola sputtered out a response, it became very clear to both Connor and I that she was under the influence of some good ol' "Southern Comfort". As Mamrie and Tyler pulled her out (and I still don't know when they showed up...), Connor got up and locked the door before pulling me closer to him and pulling the covers up to our chins.
After about 15 minutes, Connor's phone blew up. He opened it to realize that Nicola had hacked his channel and uploaded a video taken during the previous incident. All we could do was hope and pray that it wouldn't give away our location.
Soon, I drifted off to sleep again, and I woke up to my 6:45 AM alarm clock belting it out it's rather unwelcome greeting.
DAMN!!! That took forever!
Sorry y'all....marching band has me worn out to hell with a side of writer's block...
Sorry for making Nicola such a bitch...just needed a bitchy character that actually has a major part in the story (but Mamrie is here so watch out Nic...)
SONGS FOR THIS CHAPTER:
Latch--Sam Smith-----https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUK6HlzNWEg
Shake It Out--Florence+The Machine----https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uc-tf09Dl4M
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