New Boy {W.T}

Chapter 12

"Ew don't be sappy" he said, crinkling his nose.

"I do though, and I never say it but I'm so proud of you." I said, letting my feelings flow out of me.

"I'm just glad I have an AMAZING support system. Now get up, let's do something. I'm bored"

I whined,

"Carry me" I held my arms out for him to pick me up.

"Your such a baby" he thumped my head and dragged me out of my comfy, warm bed.

"Not what I meant" I said after I was already laying on the floor from him literally dragging me out of bed.

"I'm not gonna carry you, I'll be outside." He left me while he went outside.

I huffed and got up. Knowing it was only about 2 in the afternoon and that I couldn't waste my day by sleeping.

I walked down to the lobby and didn't see Wes.

"Hey Nikki!" I heard and looked to my right to see a teen girl.

"Hi" I smiled, "what's your name?"

"Jasmin" the girl said.

"Can I get a photo?"

"Oh, of course." She handed her phone to a girl nearby and we posed for a photo.

"Thank you!"

I looked around for Wes and saw him walking out of the bathroom. Once he saw me, I gave him a sad look for him making me get up.

"Leggo" he said

We walked around to see what we could find.

"So what's it like have fans?" I was still very curious about it.

"It's the craziest feeling in the world, it's like your on a never ending high. I love them more than the world." He gushed.

"What's it like knowing your best friend still fan girls over you sometimes?" I joked

"That's also a good feelin, I know you lowkey love me"

"Lowkey or highkey?" we always messed around like this.

"Good question." He smirked "but if I'm being honest, as much as you're a fan of me.. I'm a fan of you."

I wanted to smile and accept the compliment but I was genuinely confused,

"But I don't do anything. I don't have a talent." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"You don't have to. You're a good friend, your gorgeous obviously and you are the most outgoing and funny person I've ever met"

I blushed.

"Why thank you, weezly" I attempted a British accent.

"How's Tyler?" I could tell he debated on asking.

"Um, were good but I think all were gonna stay is friends.. If that."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I think he's using me for some time of temporary fame.. Which is stupid because I'm not famous"

"I'm sorry." He looked down.

"No it's okay, I really am fine. I'm perfectly happy."

"OOO look Wes!!!! Tattoos!!"

"You wouldn't get a tattoo" he knew me so well.

"Yeah, but i know you would. You've been dying to get a new tattoo, why not get it now?"

"Good point"

We strolled into the tattoo shop.

"They have Hennas!!!" I squealed.

Wes got a tattoo with the letters "I am free" across his fingers. I got "meme" in henna on my forearm. 😂😂

"I like EM" he said.

"Me too" I said perfectly content.

"I'm excited for our break, I miss my family"

"Me too" I said once again.

PressPlay is taking a two week break from touring a little bit because it's been pretty overwhelming.

The awkward silence inspired me to check my phone. Two texts: first one being from syd

Sydie💞: I'm hanging with Christian, c u later😛😏

Second one being from Tyler

Tyler: wanna FaceTime later? I miss what we used to be..

You: sure, where is this coming from tho?

I put my phone in my pocket and focused on my best friend.

"You tired?" He asked

"Mhm"

"Hop on"

I jumped on his back and laid my head on his shoulder. When we got back to the hotel he brought me up to my room and laid me down on my bed.

"Do you want me to stay here or?" He trailed off.

All of a sudden, I started feeling needy.

"Can you stay?" I pouted.

"Of course I can" he got on the bed next to me and pulled me close. I could hear his heartbeat.

"Do you think we'll ever stop being friends?" I said out of nowhere.

His heart sped up. After a long pause he finally spoke.

"God, I hope not."