Nikki Shay & Co.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

"SO GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT OF MY HEAD AND FALL INTO MY ARMS INSTEAD! I DON'T, I DON'T, DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS! BUT I NEED THAT ONE THING! AND YOU'VE GOT THAT ONE THING!" Oh, how nice it is to wake up to One Thing by One Direction being screech sang out of your older brother's horrible larynx and beaten with a pillow. How can my brother yell so loud in the morning and no one wake up?

"Jogging time," Nick whispered. Oh, now he likes to whisper!

"Ya know what? You can't sing... at all. Don't sing that song to me either. People will think we have a weird brother-sister relationship," I groaned, throwing the pillow back at him. I took it back, turned the opposite way, and covered my ears with it. He snatched the blankets off of me. I pulled myself into a ball and groaned.

"It's time to jog," Nick said. He snatched the pillows away from me. I groaned again, pulling myself into a tighter ball.

"I don't wanna jog," I whined. NIck started to smother me with a pillow.

"If you don't jog, you die," Nick sneered. Why was he so serious about jogging? I tried to say something, but it came out a blurry picture.

"What was that?" Nick asked, pulling the pillow off of me.

"I said, okay I'll jog," I moaned. I hope that Nick would get disgusted from my moan. He hates moans, and thinks of groans as regular way of speech.

"You disgust me," anger was in Nick's whispered voice. Nick got off of the bed and walked out of the attic. It worked, yes! I pulled the blankets back over me, and a pillow under my head. I looked out of the window next to the bed, it was still dark out. I sighed and closed my eyes. Then I heard the door creak open.

"If you want me to forgive you, go on a jog with me and Nick, and apologize to Nick for moaning." Chris said. I turned over to look at him. He was standing against the door with his arms crossed. He had an angry-serious face going on. I pushed the covers off of me.

"Okay, I'll go change." I got off of the bed. "Thanks." I said as I walked passed Chris. It was a good thing that Chris gave me a choice to be forgiven, instead of him being easy and forgiving me once he felt lonely. I walked into my room, the lamp on my nightstand was on. Roy was in my bed reading a Princess Diaries book.

"There are so many things wrong with this picture," I sighed. Roy laughed.

"Good morning Nikki." Roy said that after turning a page.

"Shouldn't you rather be studying for school?" I asked, pulling clothes out of my dresser. A t-shirt, basketball shorts, a padded sports bra, undies, and socks.

"And shouldn't you be cleaning your wound?" Roy asked. He was right about that, I couldn't get an infection in my arm. I grabbed a pair of gymshoes.

"You're right about that, I'll go do that now," I said, walking out of my room. I used the bathroom. Afterwards I unwrapped my bandages and dabbed part of my left arm with alchohol. The wound was healing pretty fast, but the alchohol still stung. I wrapped a new bandage around my arm and changed.

"Hey Nick, I'm sorry for moaning," I said as I walked into the living room. He nodded and made a gruff noise. He pulled a pink iPod Nano with white and pink headphones wrapped around it out of his pocket. Nick tossed my missing iPod to me.

"You had it this entire time! It's been missing for five months! Mom grounded me for three weeks!"

"Yeah, you left it in my room. I finally remembered to give it back now," Nick's voice was dull and he shrugged his shoulders. Nick was becoming a bipolar dumba**. I frowned and followed Chris, who was walking outside. Nick came behind us and closed the house door. He got in front of us and started jogging. I put my headphones in my ears and played my music. Chris and I followed close behind Nick.