I sat in the car, scrolling through my twitter feed. It seemed as if there was a party happening tonight because everyone was tweeting about how fun and crazy it would be. I, of course, wouldn't be attending the party. I wasn't the type of teenager that liked all that partying, drinking, and crazy stuff like that. I would choose reading a book in my room on a Saturday night, over partying crazily any day. The parties that my friends and I held were definitely the opposite. We didn't drink, or do drugs or anything like that. We did, though, dance crazily and make ridiculously awesome memories.
Nick came back quickly, holding target bags.
"So, I got you root beer and chips." He stated, rummaging through the bag.
"I'll take the chips, but I'll pass on the root beer."
"What?" He asked, confused.
"I'm not a fan of root beer," I stated.
"Give it a chance?"
"I don't like it. I never have."
"I thought you did. I mean, Alexa did." He murmured.
"I'm not Alexa," I groaned.
He started the car, and began to drive. "Sorry, I just-"
"It's fine. I'll just take the root beer. Someone in my house will end up drinking it." I whispered, tired of discussing it.
I didn't like root beer, that's it. Was that so hard to understand?
The rest of the car ride was quiet. Nick and I didn't speak at all. Once we got to my house, I gathered my backpack and the chips and root beer. "Thanks for the ride. I'll see you Monday."
"Wait, Monday?" He asked.
"Yeah, Monday."
"I thought we were doing something over the weekend?"
"I can't. I have a party to go to tomorrow." I replied.
"What about Sunday? I haven't seen you in a while, and I really want to hang out."
"I can't. I'm tutoring a friend."
Maybe I was still a bit heated from the previous conversation about root beer, but I was feeling quite angry. I felt like I had no patience.
"Well, can you tell them to reschedule or something?" He asked.
"Nick, it's not like we're attached at the hip. You can go a weekend without seeing me. C'mon, we literally talk and text everyday." I groaned.
"Is it so bad that I want to hang out with you?" He asked harshly.
"We don't need to be together constantly. I know some couples who hardly see each other, yet they're so in love and stuff." I stated.
"So you're saying we should hardly see each other?"
"I'm saying that we don't have to be attached at the hip. I have friends that I wana hang out with, Nick."
"Well, Alexa and I would usually hang out every week or something. Almost everyda-"
"Can you stop?!" I exclaimed. "I'm not Alexa, I was never Alexa, and I will never be Alexa! You're trying so hard to turn me into another Alexa, Nick. I'm tired of it."
"What?"
"It started off with that stupid Gossip Girl show. Then the hair curling, and the root beer, and the hanging out thing. Nick, why are you constantly comparing your relationship with her, to your relationship with me?"
"I'm sorry, I di-"
"Nick, it's obvious that you don't want me. You don't wat an Ariana. You want Alexa. You're not over her yet, and that's okay. You don't have to rush into a relationship. You're not ready for a relationship yet," I whispered.
"What are you saying, Ariana?"
"Just think about this relationship and how you feel about it. If you're not ready, it's fine. I can wait, Nick." I sighed. "Just remember that I am not, I will not, and I never will compare to Alexa."
Before he could reply, I stepped out of the car. Good job Ariana, you just made a broken guy even more broken than he was before.
NICKS POV
Her words stabbed me. Every word she said stung me, hit me like a bunch of needles. The worst thing was, I couldn't say anything because she was absolutely right. I was trying to turn her into Alexa, I was trying to change her. Why would I do that? I didn't even notice I was doing that. I wouldn't have tried to change her because she was great as she was. Maybe it was just a coping method. I honestly did not even realize that I was doing that.
Either way, I probably lost the most important person to me because I was some broken dude who needed help. Seeing Ariana walk away from me, so close to tears, made me feel so horrible.
I kept on driving until I got home, parked my car in the driveway, and got out of the car. I made sure to grab my backpack, and the target bags. My mom told me to pick up a few things from Target, which was why I went there. I wish my mom didn't tell me to go so that Ariana and I wouldn't be in this situation. Then again, it was my fault for getting that damn root beer.
"Hey, did you pick up the stuff for dinner?" My mom asked as I walked in.
"Yeah, it's in this bag." I replied.
"Good. Thank you Nick," She smiled. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired. I've been going around school trying to get everything done. I missed a lot." I replied as I took off my shoes.
"Ahh, that's right. Well, you have a weekend to finish everything. Don't stress yourself out too much," She stated.
I nodded as I walked up the stairs and into my room.
I had no motivation at all to do work. I just wanted to lay in my bed and wish that everything that happened today, didn't.
ARIANAS POV
My dad ended up chugging the root beer a few minutes after I placed it in the fridge. I brought the bag of chips with my into my room because I knew that they'd be gone if i even placed them onto the kitchen table.
I sat at my desk, snacking on the chips and re-writing some of my notes. Although I tried to focus, I would end up thinking about Nick and everything I said.
Why did I even say that? What made me so angry that I had to blurt that out? Then again, it was definitely true to what I was feeling. It did seem like he was trying to turn me into Alexa.
What did this mean for us? What is this supposed to mean? What's gonna happen? Most importantly, did this mean that we are over?
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Tried my best to get this up because I probably won't be updating on the weekdays. I'll try my best to, though! Also, please don't forget to vote, comment, and even follow me twitter! (@lilacnickmara) Thanks for reading!
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