VALERIE

Thirty Six

"I just want to lay in bed and never look at you again, I don't care." Valerie shouted back at Nick as she was rushing into the motel room.

Plopping herself face down on the bed she screamed into the linens to let her frustration out.

Nick swallowed, shutting the door behind him, he approached her and grinned at the way she was screaming into the bed sheets with no intention of stopping.

"Valerie, you're acting like a kid stop."

Valerie lifted her head, "Fuck off."

She quickly shoved her face into the bed again to scream.

Nick shoved his hands in his pockets and swayed around awkwardly and a little irritated because Valerie was upset that he didn't even consult her about the deal he made with Carson. Yet in a sense Nick knew that he didn't owe Valerie an explanation because one, it was a good deal and two, if it wasn't for her gambling their money away in the first place they would of never been in this mess.

He shook his head and stared down at her again, she was still screaming her head off, occasionally stopping to inhale and catch her breath.

He shrugged, pulling her shoes off he hurled them towards her bags where they flopped over carelessly.

Nick plopped himself face down right beside her and screamed into the covers to imitate her.

Annoyed she looked up, he looked up too and they stared at each other.

She had a scowl on her face and he had this stupid boyish grin on his, it was very contagious.

"I hate you." She smiled.

Nick winked at her, "You want to keep screaming, or you want to smoke some fucking weed?"

Valerie turned her body around and sat up followed by Nick who reached into his coat pocket and held out a zip lock bag with two spliffs in it.

"I've never smoked weed before." Valerie admitted staring curiously at the bag.

Nick chuckled, "Better than snorting coke." He said dangling the bag in front of her face.

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"Fuck this is great." Valerie giggled taking another hit from the blunt before passing it on to Nick, she looked back at her sketchbook where she was now drawing the way Nick looked beside her.

Both seated against the headboard of the bed, Nick was shirtless and in his sweatpants holding the blunt dangerously between in his lips, his eyes were low and glassy.

Valerie couldn't help but feel drawn to him, and it wasn't the marijuana talking, she scribbled away quickly in her sketchpad, she thought he looked so godly in that moment.

Nick looked over at her then down at her lap where he pulled the pad away from under her,

"Hey I'm drawing here." Valerie protested reaching out for it but he held it away, looking at the sketch she had made in under 20 minutes surprised him,

"This is fucking amazing Valerie, you're really talented." He sounded speechless as he inspected the unfinished drawing.

Valerie blushed, "Thanks, but give it back."

Nick laughed holding it further away from her. He quickly took out the blunt from in between his lips and ash'd it onto the night stand, with his free hand he pushed Valerie's face away and then quickly flipped the sketchbooks page.

Valerie felt like her heart stopped as he stared at the photo she drew the other day when he was looming above her only inches away from kissing her.