CHAPTER 11
Demi's POV
Today we leave for New York, our flight's in two hours, so we packed and are waiting for the drive to tell Nicko that he's here. Things have been different between us, it's been two nights since the 'fight' if you would even call it that, and Nicko is acting different. At night, everytime I try to touch him, even if it's just his hand or his chest, he pulls away and turned on his side. I thought things would go back to normal after the kitchen thing, were we made up, but no. He hasn't really spoken to me, or touched me unless it's to tell me when we're leaving. I sat on the couch, just staring at my hands when Nicko walked in and cleared his throat. I didn't even look up, but he spoke anyway. "Marcus is here." I nodded and went to get my suitcases, but Nicko took them before I could reach. "Thanks." I muttered, he just nodded.
The drive to the airport was quiet, but I didn't expect anything else. The car pulled into a large lot where a private jet was. Great, a silent, four hour plane ride. Just what I wanted... Not.
We got on the plane and sat next to each other while the attendants loaded our bags and checked our tickets. Soon, we had taken off and were flying over cities. Nicko typed into his phone for a couple of minutes before I got up to use the bathroom. Just as I stepped over him the plane hit turbulence and I tumbled into his lap. "Oh God, I'm sorry." I said, and quickly scrambled off of him, ignoring the burning sensation that occurred when he touched me. "It's okay." He said quietly, I half ran to the bathroom before locking the door and leaning against it, sliding to the floor and bursting into tears. I stayed in there for about ten minutes before I decided I looked like I hadn't been sobbing, although my eyes were still tinged with red. I walked out f the bathroom and back to my seat, careful not to touch him when I passed. I sat down and looked out the window, another tear rolled down my cheek but I quickly scrubbed it away with my hand and took a shaky breath. Form the corner or my eye I saw Nicko's fingers frozen over his phone screen and his head turned towards me. I refused to look at him and turned my body so that I was curled up facing the window, after a couple of more minutes, I drifted off to sleep.
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I woke up curled into Nicko with his arms around me, resting my head on his shoulder, he was asleep too, his mouth slightly open and his head tilted back. I sighed, enjoying the feeling of us being close again, but then gently pulled away, because I knew I would start crying again if he did when he woke up. I pulled my feet up and leaned on my elbow, staring out of the window at the brightly lit cities below us. Nicko stirred, and brought a hand up to run it through his perfectly-tousled hair. "Excuse me," He stopped a flight attendant. "How much farther is it?" The lady checked her watch, "Another hour or so." Nicko nodded, and thanked her before pulling out his phone and tapping on it again.
"Demi." Someone shook my shoulder and said my name. I opened my eyes and saw Nicko staring at me. "We're here." I nodded and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I looked back at him, surprised to see him still looking at me. "Yes?" I asked. He just blinked and looked back down at his phone. I rolled my eyes and then stood up when an attendant came up to us. "You're free to disembark the plane." His eyes trailed down my body and I stepped back, uncomfortable. Nicko stood, his back muscles taut. "Thanks." He growled, towering over the younger boy, who's eyes widened and scurried away. Nicko turned to me, his face was expressionless, "Ready?" I nodded and grabbed my purse, reaching for his hand, but he lifted it up and scratched his neck, then walked away. I felt the tears returning to my eyes at the rejection, but followed him out of the plane to a black escalade.
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The car ride was painfully silent, as we sat as far away from each other as we could, Nicko pressed up against the window, with me on the other side. The SUV pulled up in front of my house and I looked at Nicko, confused. He just shook his head, "I thought you might want a little bit of home, you haven't been anywhere familiar in a while." I nodded, "Are you coming too?" He looked down, "No." I didn't say anything else, as I got out the car and slammed the door. The driver helped me with my bags to the door and I tried to tip him but the kind older man refused. "That car ride was hard enough, I'm sorry for the way he's acting ma'am. This usually happens around this time." I looked at him, "What do you mean?" He shrugged, "I've been driving for Mr.Baker for a long time. He's been in relationships before, but once it get's to a certain point, he pulls back. It's the way he is." He went to turn away but I took his arm, "Why does he do that?" The man smiled and the corners of his eyes wrinkled, "You'll have to ask him for yourself. But don't give up on the boy." I nodded, and smiled, "I won't, he'll have to try a lot harder than that to push me away." The man nodded, and shuffled away.
Oo0o0o0o00o0o0o00ohhh why's Nicko acting like that? :O
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