Liana has been dying to move out of her home town in texas for so long. And now she has her chance to move to LA to pursue her dream. That is if he lets her.
I made and dedicate this story to my good friend @Ibyuvolleyballgirl
As we walk to my new office, i cant help but wonder what exactly im going to be doing. Like what my specified job is.
I check the door and see that im a co-editor! A frickin co-editor!!!
"Um Nick" i say
"Yes liana?"
"This is a big promotion your giving me, dont you think its too much?" I say anxiously
"Um no not at all. I think it perfect for someone of your skill set. Now let me go get some things to spruce up your office a little bit" then he leaves
When he returns he is carrying a box that has flowers poking out of it. He puts it down on the desk and pulls out some books and then a vase of lillies
"How did you know lillies were my favorite?" i accidentally wonder aloud
He looks at me shocked and then says "um i didnt. They're kinda my favorite flower"
He continues to lightly decorate the shelf and i go and sit down behind my desk. I open my laptop and turn on the computer which is already on the desk.
When he is done i thank him and he says " i will send you a link of something you can look over for me and we can just message over skype or something to chat instead of leaving our offices, ok?"
"sure i dont really care" i respond
When you get the link and open it you realize its the entire magazine
liana: What the hell, Nick?!!
Nick: what?
liana: am i editing the ENTIRE magazine??
Nick: yeah kinda, im sorta helping
liana: ok then. I guess im editing and entire frickin magazine
I then start to edit the magazine
Before i know it its dark outside and Nick is knocking at my door
"Hey wanna work in a conference room now that everyone has gone home? Oh and im sorry for keeping you its just that we need to finish editing for tomorrows issue" he says
"Um yeah sure but first can i go feed my roomates dog? she out right now and i promsied to watch him"
"sure , ill take you"
"oh ok then."
We head down to the parking garage and i follow Nick to his car. When we pull out of the garage he turns on the radio and music starts to play. And its drake, oh no
I reach over and change the station
"whats wrong with my music?" he asks me
"well its terrible, thats whats wrong. Im not going to subject my ears to the crudeness of that trash"
"Well then what is better than drake?" he asks with a light chuckle
"This" i plug in my phone "is way better than that trash"
Ed Sheeran's A team starts to play
White lips pale face
Breathing in the snowfalkes
Burnt lungs, sour tast
Lights gone, days end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights strange men
I sing along before i remember that im not alone. I stay quiet as the songs play. (its a playlist of ed sheeran btw) we listen together, in silence, the glory that is ed sheeran
When we get to my apartment i quickly run out, forgetting about Nick.
I unlock the door and all of a sudden my roommates dog, lucky, runs up to me and tackles me
(lucky the dog)
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I pet him over and over again and use baby talk with him. Then i hear a small laugh behind me and thats when i realize that nick is right behind me. Great.
"Sorry bout that " i mutter as i scurry off to feed lucky
After i feed lucky i quickly leave, with Nick on my tail, and lock up the apartment.
When we get into the car Nick turns and looks over to me and says " so what would you like to eat?"
"can we get chipotle?" i ask
"yeah sure"
After picking up chipotle we head back to the office to finish editing in the conference room and a few hours later we have finished up. ANd instead of packing up we just sat there talking.
Before i knew it , it was 11:30
"Um i have to go now nick but ill see you on monday" i say to him
"Ok." he stands up and kisses my cheek " drive safe and see you on monday"
As i walk to my car i feel a warmth fill my cheeks. Did he really just do that. And all the way home i just cant stop thinking of him.
