Boys of Apartment 5

Chapter 111

***Nicole's P.O.V.***

"Nicoleeee, can you carry me pretty please?! My feet are tired," Allie nagged, tugging on my shirt. I sighed dramatically, like she always does when she wants attention.

"How about you carry me? My feet are tired too!" I exclaimed, and Allie giggles. I finally give in and pick her up, catching up to the rest of the group.

"So, where to now?" Brooke asks as we crowd around a sign in the shade. Immediately after she says this, the kids all shout different things at once.

"How about we-" Ashton starts, but is cut off by Winnie squealing excitedly.

"Look! It's Peter Pan!" She says, pulling on Ashton. He grins and keeps track of all the kids as they crowd around the character. I let Allie down so she can join the fun, as everyone takes pictures.

I lean into Michael, finally able to catch a small break.

"I'm glad they're having so much fun," He says, watching fondly as the kids run around excitedly.

I giggle and kiss his cheek. "Yeah."

He gently locks my hand in his, smiling down at me. We both just giggle at each other, as if telepathically telling each other something funny. Michael pecks my lips quickly before looking back to the group. He's never really been much into PDA, so small things like this make me happy.

"Ew, guys, get a room!" Flynn exclaims, covering his eyes. Ashton immediately turns around upon hearing this from his child. We stare at him in shock, but I can't help but laugh a little.

"Flynn! Who thought you that?!" Ashton scolds.

"Uncle Mikey," Flynn says simply, then runs away to his siblings. Michael laughs nervously as Ashton gives him a death stare.

• • • • •

Two shows, three face paints, twelve meet and greets, and over fifteen rides later, we all finally piled into our cars. Michael and I rode with Luke and Kerstynn, Aubry and Calum drive separate, and Brooke and Ash took the kids. I lean my head against Michael's shoulder, half asleep as him and Luke bicker.

"We're listening to Blink-182. Any objections?" Luke asks, searching for the right song to play.

"Yes. How about Green Day?" Michael cuts in, looking at Luke through the mirror.

"How about no?" Luke retorts, mocking Michael's sarcasm.

"How about yes!"

"No."

"Yes."

"We're listening to Blink!"

"Green Day!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"IM TRYING TO DRIVE!" Luke finishes. Michael almost says something else, but I nudge him in the rib, and that shuts him up.

"Fine. Fall Out Boy it is," Kerstynn states, changing the song. Both the boys grunt in defeat.

Soon enough, I fall asleep to the quiet music playing in the background.