dms: timmy connors

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van: don't you dare say anything to nick
fuckboy: why
van: ITLL HURT HIM
fuckboy: why do you care
fuckboy: u fuckin have feelings for him don't u-.-
van: I don't see why that's any of your business
fuckboy: because you are mine.
van: so is kay
van: and 2000 other girls
fuckboy: you make me happy
van: nick makes me happy

"nick, I wanna go home." vanessa leaned off of him and turned to face him.

"for sure. want me to go with you."

"yeah, please."

"okay."

vanessa said her goodbyes to everyone, hugging zach and placing a hand on edwin's back and not paying attention to tc.

once in the car, vanessa opened her mouth.

"nick, I really like you."

"really?" he sounded shocked.

"why? are you surprised?" she laughed a little.

"yeah. i feel like you have feelings for tc."

"oh." her voice got small, "no, well. i don't."

"okay. and you know that i like you too."

she nodded but didn't say anything, she slid her hand across the car seat and entwined her fingers with nick's. he looked down at their fingers and smiled.

the car pulled into vanessa's empty driveway, her dad wasn't home.

"do you wanna come in?" she asked and he nodded.

they walked into her room, it was simple, white walls and brown hardwood floors. she thought for a moment, what did her dad say? oh yeah, no boys in her room. to "stay on the porch". the thought almost made her laugh aloud, there was no way he could find out anyway.

"this is nice. i like it." nick commented on her room.

"yeah," she laughed a bit, "thank you."

vanessa sat on her bed and patted next to her, inviting him to sit down. nick sat and looked at her.

"so, what do you want to do?" he asked, glancing around her room.

"I want you to kiss me again." vanessa replied, placing her hand on nick's face.

nick looked at her lips again and bit his a little. he leaned in and placed his lips to hers, his tongue skimmed along her bottom lip teasingly. in response, she opened her mouth slightly and nick took total control, deepening the kiss.

vanessa's fingers tangled in his brown hair and his hand travelled down her chest, his hands groping her through the thin fabric of her bra.

"shit," she moaned/murmured quietly  against his lips.

"sorry, am I moving too fast?" he moved back and studied her face.

before answering she thought for a minute, did she really want this to continue?

"no, you're fine. keep kissing me."

nick nodded, kissing her again. his lips worked harshly, like he was afraid to lose contact with her. she moved her fingers from his hair and cupped his face. nick smiled into the kiss as he ran his fingers down from her chest to her hips, pushing her back flat down on the bed.

"nick, god." van moaned as his kisses moved from her lips to her chin, to her jaw.

suddenly, a sound pulled him away from her, the sound of the front door closing.

a/n: goddamit vanessa, no boys in your room, you're supposed to stay on the fucking porch🙄