Us Till Dawn (On Hold)

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[Chase Gray's photo above]

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Nikki's POV

It was around four in the afternoon and I was owning the couch while watching Netflix. Chase however, passed by the television countless of times while looking for his belt. The fact that it was fast and easy for him to say 'okay' and to let me actually guard the place annoyed me a bit. He should know I didn't entirely mean what I told him while he's out jamming at a party.

Seriously, how much naive could a boy be? Jeez...

"Didn't you really see it or even notice it lying somewhere around?" He rushed to the living room from the bedroom a bazillion times, turning the place upside down.

I shook my head and simply gave him one answer without taking my eyes off of the television. "Nope."

I fell in love with the movie and would literally hate for it to end since Zac Efron was in it. If only I could keep my eyes from blinking, I would've done that for real. Suddenly and to speak it my utmost disappointment, the TV screen shuts black and I trailed my eyes on one side seeing Chase had the plug in his hand.

"Are you kidding me?" I impassively stared at him as he let it fell from his hands to the floor.

"I need help." He spoke, not meeting the pressing of his voice with my eyes focused on his casual attire in vintage jeans and a V-neck grey shirt.

After a brief, he was already sauntering towards me with a superior mien while I still refrained myself from answering back. He sat beside me while I adjusted my position to directly look at him with my brows raised.

"I need my belt." He repeated, in case he thought I missed the first.

"That's not my problem." I smirked.

"Well, it might be..." He intoned before he hefted himself and planked down on top of me.

"Oh God, no!--" I cried out with a whine, totally not expecting it from him to do. "Chase, get off! You're so damn heavy!" I placed my hands on his shoulder while lifting a bit of his weight.

He shook his head no and whispered, "Help me find my belt."

"Okay, okay! Just get the hell up..."

After that he forced himself to stand up but without a faint laugh. "You should get used to my weight."

"Lessen your food intake for a week, then we'll try again."

"Seriously? You'd rather date a stick man?"

I instinctually rolled my eyes in a playful manner and snorted a laugh. "If by stick man you meant yourself for the past week; less ten pounds, then yes."

"You're bluffing, I just satisfied my sweet tooth craves and you're acting all too much."

"Two regular cakes for three days? Who's acting all too much then?"

He nodded his head convinced and said, "Okay whatever, I know you're just pissed about it anyway since you haven't even tasted the icing so I'll buy you one... Just help me find my belt, please?"

I purposely let out a loud groan on having to move on my position to sit down which was partly done because of the cake. "You have more than six belts in your drawer, why not choose one of those?"

"Nikki, if I think one of those matches my trousers, I wouldn't be rummaging the place for the other one."

"Fine, but shouldn't your pants be tight enough for you?" I gibed and let my lips form a simper.