The Secret She Kept

Movies and KitKats

After tickling each other for half an hour we finally decided to watch a movie. I thought Phantom of the Opera would be best, he thought Lights Out was best. We argued for a long time until we decided on watching his movie, last time we chose mine so I guess it's fair. He grabbed his backpack and opened it, then he reached in and pulled out a ginormous bag of KitKats. "Eeee! You got my favorite candy!" I squealed reaching for the bag. Nick swatted my hand away and said"Tsskk, tssk, when will you learn to say its our favorite candy? Also you have to share," "Fiiiinnnee" i groaned and snatched the bag out of his hands then settling it between us. As the movie progressed it made a newfound fear of the dark form for me. When a scary part came on I jumped and hugged Nick tight. He wrapped his arms around me, and said its not that bad, just a movie. Typical boy. Always being the tough type. 'Look, babe, a guy getting murdered! Cool, right?' No. Not cool, I'm a tomboy, but I don't like scary movies that much, they give me nightmares. Yes, a teenager who's 14 still gets nightmares from those movies, get over it. Thats like saying all girls are weak or teens arent supposed to be scared, all they do is txt and eat. Nope. Wrong, I know 3 people who are just like me with scary movies. Anyways, after the movie we both were tired and agreed to study tommorow. "Nicky?" I asked when he was about to walk out to the guest room. "Yes, Wills?" He says turning to face me. "Can you- can you sleep with me tonight? It doesnt have to be in the same bed, you can be next to me on the blow up mattress," I say hoping to have someone comfort me. "Sure, let me get my pjs on and i'll be right in," he replies walking off to the bathroom.  He came back into my room wearing a white t-shirt and shorts. I scooted over in my bed to make room for him and he slid in next to me. "Do you want me to turn on a night-light? Or will you be okay?" He asks facing me after he laid down. "I'm ok if you're here, babe," I whisper to him. He scoots closer to me and stokes my hair, such a soothing action, I love it when he does that. "Nothing will hurt you when I'm here," he whispers looking in my eyes with his warm chocolate ones. "You sound like a movie hero, I trust you," I giggle. Nick chuckles softly, his body vibrating against me. We talk for awhile, I even resite part of Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven. During the time we talk, Nick absentmindedly strokes my hair, occasionly brushing away strands that fall in my face. I sigh with comtempt and smile, no guy could ever beat Nick, he is just too kind, loving, and amazing in every way. I hear his soft breathing and know he's fallen asleep. I snuggle closer, and as if by instinct he drapes his arm over my like a security blanket. I find myself lulled into slumber by his gentle breathes and the warmth that radiates from him, no longer afraid from the movie. I wake up to the light rays of sun that make it through the curtains, Nick is still asleep, so I lay my head on his chest. Not late thereafter I discover that sleep once again has taken me to a blissfull place of dreams and possibility. A dream descended upon me in which I was in my monster form, or beast form if you wish to be technical. Nick was watching me with horror as I growled and lunged at a rabbit that was cowering in the bushes, I woke up immediently after that and cried. I have not the slightest notion as to why sorrow came to me in that moment, but Nick shuddered awake and began softly cooing to me in such a manner that I felt better instantly. He told me it was only a bad dream. I nodded and shuffled to the bathroom to clean up. Looking in the mirror I found my eyes puffy and red, my hair a mess, and my clothes rumpled. I decided not to take a shower yet, so I brushed my teeth, my hair, and splashed some chilled water on my face. When I walked in I saw Nick or Nicky if you please, sitting up on my bed waiting for me to come out, without his shirt on. I dtared at his amazing abs and he laughed. "You like what you see?" He asked clearly amused at my mouth hanging open at the glory that is his beutiful form. "Yesss..." I said with a smile.