What Derives From Hate?

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- Morning- Nick's POV -
I groaned, and rolled off the couch. My head collided with the floor and my groan became louder. I noticed the bottles of emtpy Jack Daniels and sigh to myself. 'Damn, Hangovers.' I pushed myself off the ground and finally acknowledged the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. 'Thank You, Jennifer Gibbs.' She turns and notices me. We smile at each other before I walk over and wrap my arms around her waist. 'After all, they do say, Kiss the Cook.' I smile at the old sayin and trail kisses from the corner of her lips to her collarbone.

**Morning- Your POV **

I got up and rubbed my eyes. I yawned rather loudly and groggily walked to the kitchen. Nick was still asleep and that gave me the perfect! hangover remedy. I grabbed the eggs, bacon, and stuff for making pancakes. I cracked 3 or 4 eggs over a hot pan as well as mix some with the pancake mix. I put the bacon in another pan and smiled. In 1 hour, i heard a groan from the couch... followed by a rather big thud, i looked over, concerned, and then shook my head with a tiny smile on it. I shook off the idea that Nick might be hurt, and placed his breakfast on a plate.

We turned to look at each other. He smiled at me first, and I smiled back. He took long strides into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around my waist. 'Im guessing he's heard the sayin 'Kiss The Cook'. ' Well. He leaves a trail of kisses from the corner of my lips to my collarbone.

You
Are you gonna eat breakfast or me?

Nick
Would it be bad if I said both?

You
Would it be bad if I said No?

Nick
Would it be adorable if I left a hickey?

You
Would you be mad if i disagreed?

Nick
Wow, we just had a conversation in questions.

You
Idiot!

** No one's POV **

You smile. Nick grabs his plate and sits at the counter. You sit next to him and eat. After awhile, You and Nick watch wash the plates and sit on your couch. For about 3 minutes, You and Nick have a staring contest before Nick pounces on you and tickles your sides. You giggle and kick actually missing his stomach and the area where the sun dont shine because you didnt want to hurt him. He stops and pulls you into him.

Nick
Sports, or comedy?

You
Sports!

Nick
Alright, alright.

He chuckles, and pulls the wool blanket onto the two of you. Nick looks at what seems to be a remote and picks it up. You quickly take it out of his hand and throw it on the floor.

You
Thats for... A slideshow of memories.

Nick
Sorry. How do you turn the damn TV on?

Nick asks. You smile, and clap your hands. The lights turn off and the TV turns on. Nick has his jaw open while yours' looks like its about to break because you're smiling. Nick closes his jaw and makes his eyes less wide so he doesnt look thst impressed when he really is. Nick claps his hands and nothing happens. You laugh.

You
Seriously?

Nick
What? What did I do?

You
It-- I have a specific clapping method and depth to my clap that it responds to only my hands.

Nick
Your house is like new age techno.

You
Tell me about it.

TV Voice
What would you and Nick like to watch?

You
Mystery/Paranormal.

Nick
I thought we agreed to sports.

You
Sorry...