Bassist Wanted. (Nick Valensi Love Story)

6

Ladonna's PoV

I ended up falling asleep on the couch. Nick was on the floor in front of the couch, sleeping there. Julian seemed to be the only one who retired to his room, because Fabrizio and Albert were asleep on the floor in front of the television.

In the morning, I woke up, with that weird feeling of thinking that I was still in my room.

But then, I quickly came to realize on the couch, in the guys' flat.

But then, I realized I wasn't on the couch at all.

A body shifted next to me, and a sleepy sigh arose from my right side. I was in an unfamiliar bed, and I quickly rose, banging my head painfully on the slanted wall above the bed.

"Ouch....Shit..." I murmured, laying my head back on the pillow, and holding my head.

"Oh, you're awake." Nick said, turning to face me.

A pang of alarm flashed through my stomach.

"What am I doing in your bed?!" I asked, still holding my head.

"You were knocked out, man. Your neck was all crooked, and you look uncomfortable as hell, so I thought I was helping you out. I didn't try to do anything." He said.

I gave him the evil eye, my hands still planted on my forehead. He looked sincere, his face lacked that familiar expression of mischief.

"What happened? You hit your head on the wall?" Nick asked knowingly.

I nodded, looking angrily up at that freaking slanted wall.

"I know. I had to get used to it."

"So how many girls did you take home actually survived?" I laughed, taking my hands off my head.

Nick smiled, leaning propped up on his elbow, his head in his palm.

"Very funny."

I rolled out of the bed, and stretched lightly, then saw the time on the cable box on Nick's small television.

"3:30?!" I shouted. I had work today! Oh shit, Jackson was going to KILL me.

"Shush, Ladonna! The guys are probably still asleep." Nick warned, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm late for work.. Shit...." I said, pacing around the frontside of his bed.

Nick sat up, looking at me like I was crazy. Was I missing a link or something?

"You have work on Sunday?" He asked, reminding me that I actually didn't have to worry about work.

Judging by the look on my face, he laughed, and shook his head.

"Good job." He laughed. I shook my head, and ran a hand through my short, messy hair.

I sighed heavily, and walked out the the room.

Nick followed me into the kitchen.

"What are we making today, Chef Lad?" He asked, pretending to roll up imaginary sleeves.

"We?"

"Yeah."

"Remember the last time 'we' made something, Chef Nick?"

"Fab loved his burger. You know the one I MADE." He responded sassily.

"The burger that was over seasoned, and overcooked, you mean?" I snapped back.

"For your information, that was the Valensi special, missy."

"Okay, since you claim that the Nick Valensi special is he best thing you've ever made, you can make everyone's breakfast." I said, with a grin.