I drive down the road, looking for my house. It's late, almost midnight. Mac and Clary are in the backseat, sleeping. I never let either of them take shotgun when I'm driving. I don't know why, but I just don't. I quietly pull into my driveway, and turn off my Jeep Wrangler. I sigh, as my phone vibrates, the screen lighting up. Picking up my phone, I unlock it, and see that the message is from Nate.
'Hey babe. We're heading over. See you soon.' I roll my eyes, before sending back a text.
'Of course! I don't mind if you come over. Thanks for asking!' You can literally feel the sarcasm within the text. I wait in the Jeep, not really feeling like moving. The girls and I just came back from my cheer competition. It was pretty intense. We were up against a team from Virginia. One of them looked kind of familiar, and Matt was in the audience. I think she's apart of Magcon, but I don't really remember. I'm not good with putting faces and names together. My stomach growls; I haven't eaten since lunch. I hear some laughing, and recognize it as Sammy and Nate. They walk up, and Nate comes over to me, standing between my legs.
"Hey beautiful. How was the competition?" He asked, smiling.
"Intense. We came neck to neck with a team from Virginia. We lost to them by one point." I say, turning my phone off. Nate and I are complicated. We're not dating, but we act like we are. Small kisses on the nose, shit like that. "I'm starving and my feet hurt so badly." I complain.
"Don't worry; I got you lil' mama." I grin as he pulls me into his arms, carrying me into my house, bridal style. I love when he calls me lil' mama, or lil' ma. I don't know why, but I just do. "Go and get yourself cleaned up and comfortable. I'll make you something." I give him a peck on the nose, before disappearing up the stairs, into my room. I take a shower, and put on one of Nate's old t-shirts that I stole a while ago, pairing it with a pair of my skin tight spandex shorts. I walk out, and sit on the stairs, sliding down each one, not really wanting to walk down. At the bottom, I pulled myself up, and trudged into the kitchen, where Nate was cooking something at the stove. I smile, and walk up behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso. I'm about 5'4, so he's definately taller than me, but not ridiculously taller than me. The side of my face is pressed against his back, and I inhale his cologne, smiling as I close my eyes. Right now, I'm home. And it feels amazing. "Aye, lil' ma, I'm done with your food." He says, lightly laughing. I nod my head, and let go, grabbing the plate from his hands.
"Thank you." I say, before shoveling a forkful in my mouth. I feel myself being lifted onto the counter of my island, and I continue to eat. "Wait, I forgot about the girls." I immediately remember Clary and Mac were asleep in the back of my Jeep.
"Sammy and Johnson got them, don't worry. Johnson took Clary home, and Sammy got Mac. Don't worry. To be honest, I have no clue where Gilinsky went. He just disappeared."
"But that's Johson's thing. He's always the one to disappear without any warning." I comment.
"I don't know, but either way, the girls are fine." He picks up a piece of my dinner, and eats it. I don't really care; he's the only person I willingly share food with. "Is that my t-shirt?"
"Yeah. I stole it from you a while ago." I answer, finishing everything, and setting the plate and fork aside.
"It looks better on you." He leans forward, and I rest my head on his shoulders, once again closing my eyes, sighing in content. Two muscular arms wrap around me, allowing me to completely burrow myself into his chest. A small click sounds, and I already know it's probably one of the girls. i can feel myself slowly begin to fall asleep, to the sound of Nate's heartbeat, and his steady breathing. It lulls me to sleep, and the last thing I feel, is a light kiss being placed on top of my head.
Nate's POV
I felt Lyric's body begin to relax, as she curled into my chest. I wish like hell I could've been at the competition, but there was no way I could've rescheduled my studio time. That's why I came over as soon as I knew she was home, so I could at least take care of her. I wrap my arms around her, and Gilinsky comes up out of nowhere. He pulls my phone, and turns it on, snapping a picture of us. Smiling, he winks, before walking out of the house. I swear, my friends are some of the weirdest little shits ever. Lyric's body goes completely limp, and her breathing evens out. I lean down, and lightly kiss the top of her head. She drives me crazy. I wait a few more minutes, making sure she's completely asleep, before gently picking her up, against myself. Unconsciously, Lyric's arms wrap around my neck, and her legs wrap around my waist. My right arm slips under her thighs, and my left supports her back, making sure she doesn't fall back. I walk upstairs, and into Lyric's room, which was also the master bedroom; she lives on her own, still hasn't told me why. I lay her down, and pull the blankets over her body, before turning, to go lock up the house and turn the lights off. I silently go back downstairs, shutting and locking all the doors and windows. I drop the blinds, and pull the curtains closed, tight. Some dick head broke in about a month ago, and tried to take Lyric. Obviously, he didn't succeed. She's still kind of paranoid, whether she wants to admit it or not. Just for precaution, I take binder clips, and clip the curtains together. After everything is closed and locked, I turn the outside lights on, along with the alarm system. Walking up the stairs, I make my last scan of the downstairs, before continuing into the bedroom. I walk in, to see Lyric sitting up, tears in her eyes.
"I thought you left me, or someone took you." She whispers. I quickly walk over, sliding in next to her.
"Naw, baby. I was just locking the house up. No worries." She relaxes, and curls into me. Around everyone else, she acts like this fearless badass girl, but I know better. She's just as sensitive and lonely as anyone else.
"Nate?"
"What?"
"What are we?" She asks. It's the age old question, that nobody likes asking or being asked. "Are we dating, or just friends? Because I kind of want to be dating." She yawns.
"I kinda thought we were already there in a way. I'd love to, baby. Won't have to worry about some guy stealing you away from me."
"Good." She nods, and curls in closer.
"Get some sleep." I say, and we both fall asleep, curled into each other.
