Jack and Jill (formerly Perfectly Broken)

Ten.

Ten.

I worked up the next morning to my phone blasting, "Call Me Maybe." I stared at the phone groggily. 7:02 am and Nick is calling me. Why would he be calling me this early? Then, the last night came back in a rush. The awkward interview. Molly thinking Nick liked me. Our kiss. And today, we had... A date? A talk. And we needed to do it before everyone woke up. He was probably trying to wake me up. I clicked answer.

"Hello?" 

"Hey sleepy head. Wake up, we have breakfast." He whispered, probably because Danny was knocked out next to him. 

"I know. I'm getting ready. I'll see you soon!" I said back, not really making an effort to whisper. Molly Sue was a dead sleeper. I enjoyed her company though. Ever since her and Josh got over their bicker, she asked if she could stay in the hotel with us rather than the hotel she was staying at alone. I quietly rolled out of bed and hopped in the shower. Once I got out, I wrapped my hair and grabbed some clothes. How should I dress? Casual? A bit fancy? It's breakfast, and probably not a date. I decided to just go with a Guns and Roses shirt and my white lucky jeans with spikes on the pocket. I paired them with converse. I decided against doing my hair, I mean Nick has known me for four years, he's seen me at my worst. It was funny that I was suddenly so worried about what Nick thought when we've been friends for years. Suddenly, I wanted to know when we started liking eachother... I made a mental note to ask him. I tied my hair into a bun, and smeared some cover up on my face. I checked the time. 7:34. I texted Nick

Ready ! :)

He knocked on the door seconds later. I opened it, slightly hesitant.

"Wow, you look beautiful." he mumbled shyly. I blushed.

"I hardly did anything, please..." I trailed off. He smirked.

"You look beautiful even when you don't try." He slid his arms around my waste and kissed me slowly. I wriggled out of his grip.

"Let's just.. Talk. Take this slow..." I whispered. He flipped his hair and sighed.

"You're right... I'm sorry. I just.. I've been waiting so long..." I shushed him.

"Don't apologize! I want this.. But. We'll talk when we get there." I twirled my lip ring with my tongue, and he nodded.

"Okay..." we awkwardly walked out of the room and I fought the urge to grab his hand. We walked to the hotel's restaurant. It had a lost-at-sea theme, and I immediately thought of my father. I felt the familiar pang I felt when he left for the first time. A slight whimper escape my lips as we neared the "Please Wait To Be Seated" sign. The restaurant was near empty with the exception of an old couple. A hostess smiled at us.

"Two?" I nodded. She led us to a booth in the back. 

I slid in to the booth, while Nick slid in across from me. I smiled at him. His hair was just-rolled-out-of-bed messy, and his I Love Chicago shirt was wrinkled. He looked like he didn't care, but by the smell of his Axe cologne, a scent that he despised but knew I loved, I could tell he did.

"So..." I started.

"So. What do you want to do with this?" he asked, running his hand through his messy hair.

"That's a stupid question," I mock rolled my eyes and played with my ring, "I want to be with you!" I somewhat whispered. Those old people could be teenage spies. "But.. I don't know if we can be together. The band Nick.." I added. He sighed.

"I... I know. What if we sit everyone down and talk to them? Ask them if it's okay?" he seemed so hopeful. I smirked. Nick was naturally an optimist. Me? Not so much.