F*ckin' Perfect

Chapter 11: Ice Cream

Nic's POV

By the time it was about eight, five out of seven of us were trashed. Guess which two weren't. You're right, Natalie and I. Like I had told Natalie earlier, I could hold my liquor very well, and she just drank two of the drinks I had made her, which together only had half a shot of peach flavoured vodka in it. That wasn't a lot. So, it was around this time that I had decided that Natalie and I should be heading out.

"Alright, you drunkards, we're gonna scoot. Make sure your safe with getting home, or crashing here, because I know most, if not all, of you will." They all said their drunken good-byes before we escaped the alcohol induced idiots that were my friends. I mean, I love them, but when they get drunk, bad things tend to happen. We made our way to my car and hopped in before I let out a sigh.

"How did you like my drunk friends?" I started the car up, waiting for a responce.

"They're fun to watch. I probably wouldn't want to be in their shoes ever, but still. Fun." Her words made me smile as I drove us back to Natalie's house.

"I'm glad you think that. I was worried that you wouldn't like them, or something." She looked over at me, but I keot my eyes on the road.

"Why do you say that?" I shrugged, not quite sure how to answer.

"Well, they like to drink, for one. A lot, and they're my friends, you don't really hang out with people like them. I guess I was just worried that you would judge them or something, and think they were bad people." She shook her head, grabbing my hand closest to her, which was just resting on the arm rest.

"They're your friends. I figured if this were to last a while, that I should be on good terms with your friends." I smiled a squeezed her hand in mine before intertwining our fingers. It made me happy on many different levels that she thought we might last long.

"I'm glad you think that." She kept her hand in mine, which made me smile as I pulled into her driveway. If her parents were going to be out for the entire weekend, I might as well take a spot. It was a moment of silence before a craving struck me. "You wanna go get ice cream?"

She smiled as we gazed at each other and nodded, looking so excited. She was almost like a child. "I love ice cream." I smiled, pulling right back out of the driveway and heading to my favorite ice cream parlor.

"I can tell." I was refurring to how excited she was when I suggested it, but she froze as I spoke, wondering if she thought I meant something else.

"I didn't know you cared..." Her words made my thoughts rush in confusion before I realized what she was talking about. I didn't think as I pulled the car over and turned to her, taking her face in my hands.

"Natalie, I was not talking about your weight. Don't you ever think that I care about how much you weigh. In my honest oppinion, I think you're chub is adorable, and it adds more of you to love." Her eyes grew wide before she tried to hide her face in my hand.

"Sorry... I... I shouldn't have assumed... I just get... really self-conscious about it..." I kissed her swiftly, pouring as much emotion in it as I could before resting my forehead against hers.

"You don't have to be around me. It gives me something to hug and to hold. No matter how you feel, or what people tell you, you're fuckin' perfect." She smiled a bit, pecking my lips lightly.

"Thank you... I needed that." I kissed her cheek and forehead before starting down the road again, my hand clasped around hers.

"Anytime, cupcake." As I drove, I couldn't stop my thumb as it gently rubbed against the back of her hand. My emotions were running high, and it was almost hard to breathe. I couldn't stop thinking about how she looked so heartbroken when she thought I was talking about her weight. I tried to calm myself, but the anger kept rising and falling.

Once we got to the ice cream shop, I felt like a ticking time bomb. I needed to vent, but I was with Natalie, I couldn't just abandon her to go punch a rubber guy. I tried to distract myself with anything I could, but once we were inside the parlor with our ice cream, Natalie did it for me.

"Why is your bubble gum ice cream blue? I thought bubble gum was pink," I questioned, inspecting her baby blue ice cream.

"I'm not sure. Maybe they ran out of pink." She smiled, which made me smile.

"At least yours is a fun colour." I pointed to my mostly white, cookies and cream ice cream.

"Yours looks good, I think." A smile crept up on my cheeks as I glanced at her ice cream.

"Would you like to try some?" She nodded, beginning to reach for some, but I stopped her. "Only if I can have some of yours."

Nodding again, she allowed me to snag some of her ice cream before she grabbed some of mine. "I was right, this is good." I smiled, tasting the ice cream on my spoon.

"I'll have to get that one next time. I never knew it was so good." We continued to eat in a comfortable silence, but something kept bugging me. I couldn't stop looking at Natalie, and a question nawed at my insides. I debated with myself whether to ask her the question or not.

Ah, fuck it.

"Hey, cupcake, can I ask you something?" She looked up at me from her ice cream, a small smile on her face.

"Sure, what's on your mind?" I took a deep breath, feeling the nervousness rise in my chest.

"Well, I was just thinkin' about what you said earlier, and somethin's been bothering me... Not about what you said, but something relating to it." She nodded, giving me her full attention. Well, here goes nothing. "I was just wonderin' if, well, you know, no, you don't, wait, if you would, um, shit, if you would be my, fuck, say it, my girlfriend...?"

The swears were quieter, but I know she heard them from the small smiles that would pop up. I didn't want to scare her away by asking such a question, but I needed to. My emotions were high, and I couldn't contain them forever.

"Yeah. I'll be your girlfriend." My eyes shot wide open as I felt relief and happiness replaced the nervousness.

"Really? No joke?" She shook her head, making me smile. "Fuck yes! I mean, no I mean fuck yes! You won't regret this, I promise. We'll take everything your pace, I don't want to rush you. Hell yes, I'm dating Natalie Sharp."

I couldn't stop smiling as we finished our ice cream and returned to her house. Once we got there, I kissed her deeply and hugged her tightly. I couldn't contain how happy I was, but I don't think she minded. We got ready for bed, and crawled into it, holding each other. Even though I was overly happy that Natalie had agreed to be my girlfriend, something stuck in my mind from earlier. I had told her that I was adopted, and a memory from before then bothered me.

"I had a younger brother..." I couldn't stop the words as they flew from my mouth.

"Hmm?" Natalie looked down at me, since my head was pressed against her neck.

"Before I was adopted... I had a younger brother... I have just one memory of him, and I can't stop thinking about it... I think my dad was taking me to the car, to take me to the adoption agency. Standing in the door of the house was a woman and a little boy... He had the same hair as I do... He was my little brother..." Her arms tightened around me, but I just smiled.

"Do you know if he was put up for adoption too?" I shook my head and closed my eyes.

"No, but I know someday that I will find him again..." Once the words were out of my mouth, I felt myself slipping into sleep.

"Maybe I can help you..." I just grunted since I didn't have the energy to speak anymore. It was just a few silent, comfortable minutes before I was off into the land of sleep.