F•R•I•E•N•D•S~A NRDD Love story

Mick n Mack

Previously.....

He looks at me and smiles. "Hey Ella. Nicky wants to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to him."

"Shh! He's right here. I giving the phone to him."

He hands me his phone and Ella's eyes go wide when she sees me.

"Uhh...hi Ella."

"Um...hi."

"I'm gonna go," Dicky says.

"Don't bother. I have to go...wash my hair. Bye." She then ends the video chat. I give Dicky a look.

"At least she talked to you."
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Ella's POV

"I have to go wash my hair?! What kinda of excuse it that?" I groan and get up from Mack's sister's bed. Then I go downstairs so Mrs. Damia can drive me home. I see a girl sitting on the couch watching tv, and when she sees me, she gets up.

"You're awake," she says. "I'm Mikayla. I'm Mack's older sister. But you can call me Mick. Get it? Mick, Mack?"

She laughs a little as Mack rolls his eyes. "I'm just kidding bro." Her face turns serious as she looks at me. "Are you okay? Mack told me what happened."

I should be mad at him for blabbing to his sister like that, but I can't be mad after he's let me stay here.

"I'm fine. Thanks."

"Middle schoolers can be so mean. But just a few more years, then high school."

I nod. I turn to Mack. "I want to go home now. What time is it?"

"Like 12:43," he says.

"What?!" I yell. "My aunt is gonna find out I'm not at home, then she'll call my parents, then they'll send me back to New York and probably starve me, then-"

"Woah. Hold on. You're totally fine. Mom called your aunt and she knows you're here," Mack says. I sigh. "Would your parents starve you...?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know. I was just overreacting. Can we go now?"

"Yeah. My mom will be down soon."

Mikayla and Mack go back to watching tv on the couch, but I remain standing. Mack glances at me and pats the spot next to him. I smile nervously and sit next to him. Now I'm in between him and Mick.

"I'm gonna go grab a granola bar. You want one Ella?" Mack says, getting up from the couch.

"Um...sure. Thanks."

He smiles and heads to the kitchen. Mikayla scoots closer to me.

"So...what's going on with you and my brother?" she asks.

"Uhhh...what are you talking about?" I say, playing with my hair nervously.

"He likes you. I can tell."

"Mack likes me as a friend," I say. For some reason, that disappoints me.

"But he basically let you stay here. That's a thing a guy who like likes you would do," Mick challenges.