Song Suggestion: Falling by Harry Styles (I'm absolutely in love with this song! Please check out his new album called Fine Line! All of the songs all amazing!)
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NICOLE'S POV
"Nicole, wake up," Dean whispers while shaking me awake.
"No," I say while curling up on his lap.
"Do you want to miss school?" He asks, how have I never noticed that his accent is more pronounced in the morning?
"Yes, it's only a few days until Thanksgiving break," I whisper, but loud enough for Dean to hear me.
"I'll see what Mike thinks," Dean sighs, gently placing me on top of a heap of pillows.
Right when I'm about to fall asleep, Dean enters the room again, "He says yes, so just go back to bed, Love."
I hum in response and reach out to him. Laughing, he climbs in behind me and hugs me. "Hey Love?" He whispers against my cheek. I simply nod, being too tired to say anything.
"How about we go on a road trip or something?"
"Huh?" He's got my attention now.
"We have the entirety of next week off and Thanksgiving is on Tuesday, so maybe we can leave Wednesday and come back Sunday before school," he proposes.
It would be cool, to get away.
"I guess, but can we sleep right now?" I whisper.
"Of course," he whispers back, gently pulling me back by my waist.
I've realized that he hugs me by my waist a lot, maybe he's got a waist fetish... I drift off.
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"What are you scared of, Dean?" I ask, looking backwards at the guy sitting in my bed.
He shrugs, looking back at me, "I don't know, nothing that I can think of."
I sit up and face him, "Come on, everyone's scared of something." I pause before continuing, "Even the Bad Boy."
He laughs, "Really, I'm the bad boy now?"
"Yes, and answer the question," I reply, still looking backwards at him.
"I thought I just did...." he trails off.
"You have to actually tell me though, besides, what am I gonna do?" I try to convince him.
"Uh..."he pauses for a while, thinking, "I guess, right now, it would be losing you."
"Awe!" I get up, turn around, and tackle him in a hug, "That's so sweet Panda! And you're never going to lose me."
The door swings open and I nearly fall, once again saved by my big and strong Panda Bear. "I might if you keep pulling stunts like that," Dean grumbles.
"It's not my fault that people keep scaring me," I whisper.
He pulls me up and looks over my shoulder, to the person that walked in. I turn around too, it's Peter.
"Hey Peter, do you want to hang out with us? We're kinda getting bored, and don't have much to do and you are the master of things to do, so can you help us, pwease Petey, pwease?" I beg my step brother.
"Fine," Peter huffs and joins us on the bed, "how does 20 questions sound?"
"Good, but we get three passes each," Dean says, his arms wrapping around my waist, see waist fetish!
"Alright, I go first!" I exclaim.
"No, last time you went first in a game, you were unfair," Dean says, looking me strait in the eyes.
"No, I was having fun, plus, how do you be unfair in 20 questions?"
"I don't know, you'll find a way though," Dean huffs.
"I go first, no questions," I say pointing at Dean.
He sighs, "Ask away then, Love."
"Do you have a waist fetish or something? I mean, you always have your arm around my waist, not that I mind or anything, but I'm curious," I ramble.
"Uh...I don't know, I didn't even realize that I did that," Dean goes red.
"I didn't know that guys could blush!"I exclaim, turning around and touching Dean's cheeks, I then turn to Peter, "Did you?"
"Yes, Princess, everybody can blush. Do you not pay attention in bio?" Peter asks.
"No, who pays attention in bio?" Dean and I both say at the same time.
"Cut it out, that's creepy," I say sinking away from Dean and to Peter.
"How is it creepy?" Peter asks.
"Well see, remember when a certain brother of mine thought that we should watch the Shinning, and I ended up sleeping with you for a whole month?" I ask pointedly.
"Yeah, but that's two creepy girls, not you and some guy saying the exact same thing at the exact same time," Peter replies.
"Dean's not some guy," I say poking Peter's chest and putting my feet in Dean's lap.
"Seriously, Love, what do I look like, a foot rest?" Dean says, pouting.
I sit up, "Actually, you kinda do."
His jaw drops and Peter's chest vibrates with laughter. "Careful, Panda, don't want to catch flies," I smirk.
"Oh, you're so gonna get it!" Dean exclaims before pouncing on my and tickling me.
"Wh-why is t-tic-ckling you-our go t-to th-thing?" I asks throwing my head back against Peter's chest, laughing.
Dean stops, "Because, it's funny and I can't rough house with you."
"But why me?"
"Hush, it's not your turn to ask questions," Dean says, placing a hand over my mouth gently.
Huffing, I look at Peter expectantly, but he's laughing his butt off. I then start laughing, and then Dean laughs with us.
"Hey Nicole, why don't y'all come in here for supper!" Mike yells from the kitchen.
"Uh...Nicole's not available right now, may I take a message?" Dean shouts.
"Yeah, tell my daughter and son to get their laughing butts in here for dinner," Mike haulers.
I scramble out of Peter's grip and stumble down the hall yelling, "FOOOOOOOOD!"
"Slow down, Love, you're going to fall," Dean says from behind me.
Right then, I slip on my sock and would have fallen, again might I add, if not for my special Panda Bear.
"I told you to slow down, your food will be there, when you get there safely," Dean whispers into my ear.
I nod and drag Dean into the kitchen, jumping up on the counter, Peter following suit when he finally got his slow butt in here.
"I swear that I live with a bunch of monkeys," Susan says to me.
"You should have seen her when I threw a piece of raw bacon at her, she was scrambling on the stairs to my room so fast that you could barely even see her!"
Dean laughs.
"It wasn't funny! You know how I feel about cooking with raw meat!" I exclaim, my voice raising several octaves.
"Yes, but I didn't think that you were scared out of your mind by it," Dean replies, resting his hand on my thigh.
"It came out a living animal, that was cute might I add, I'm not gonna touch it," I say sternly.
"Why? It's dead, and you eat it," Dean pushes.
"Dean, just stop. She'll argue with you for like five months about it, trust me," Peter says, laughing.
"She would," Mike joins in, "They used to argue about it all the time, and finally he gave up."
I'm now the one laughing, "I remember that! I almost threw up that one time, when I woke up and an entire pack of raw meat was on my bed."
"No, you did throw up!" Peter yells.
"No, no I didn't," I say, confused.
"You did, you just completely blacked out, so yes, yes you did throw up!" Peter argues.
Did I? I look to Dean and shrug, before laying my head on his shoulder from on top of the counter. "Nicole, there is no way that you're tired," Dean whispers to me.
"You're right, I'm not tired, I'm exhausted," I grumble against his shoulder.
"How? You've slept for like ever," Dean exaggerates.
"Don't ask me," I sigh, just completely slumping against him.
"Do you seriously take me for a pillow?" Dean asks me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"No, I take you as a Panda," I whisper into his shoulder.
He laughs, "I'm sorry, Love, but it looks like the food is ready to be eaten."
"Why?" I groan, pulling away from Dean.
"Not even ten minutes ago, you almost busted your butt, because you wanted to eat, but now you don't? I'm confused," Dean rambles while scratching the back of his neck.
"Just don't think about it," Peter says, while helping himself to the beef stroganoff that is freshly cooked by Susan.
"Yeah, might save you a few head aches," Mike laughs from the table.
"I'm gonna pretend that you guys aren't talking about me like I'm not here and eat," I say while taking the plate from Peter's hands.
"Hey!" Peter says, throwing his hands up.
"Thanks Petey! Love you?" I laugh while sitting down.
He walks back to the kitchen grumbling like a kid that wasn't aloud to buy his favorite candy, with Dean following with a small smile etched on his face.
I shovel my food into my mouth while waiting for the two guys to come back, while Susan and Mike are talking about God knows what on the other end of the dining table.
Finally they come back, each holding a plate of food, and each sitting on either side of me. No one talks for a bit until I get bored, "What if I told y'all that Kaden tried to kill me?"
All eyes find me and Ralf whimpers somewhere in the corner. Dean's the first one to talk, "I would kill him."
Saying that I bust out laughing for be an understatement, like shooting down and missing the underworld completely kind of understatement. I'm on the ground, holding my belly, laughing and coughing at the same time. How does that happen? I have no idea!
"Nicole, Love, are you alright?" Dean asks, watching me with amusement written in clear detail all over his face.
After a few minutes, I calm down enough to get up and sit back down in my seat. Still. Laughing.
"Who's Kaden?" Dean finally asks. I burst out laughing again, Peter following suit.
Susan's the one that answers, "Um...Kaden," she pauses, looking at me and Peter, laughing out butts off, "Well, Kaden was Nicole's invisible friend when she was in the first grade, and when she was in second grade, Peter killed him with a butter knife."
She takes a deep breath, "Only to get resurrected by Mike and he tried to attack Ralf, witch led to Nicole kicking him out of the house."
That's it, I'm dead. Peter's dead. Mike's dead. Ralf almost died, and somehow...Dean's just confused.
"How does that happen...with an invisible friend?" Dean asks looking at me. The left side of his face looks like he had a stroke and is lifeless, while his right eyebrow is sky high.
I've officially died, been resurrected, and died again of a brutal murder. I also now have my head on Peter's lap, and we're both dying. After what feels like hours, I calm down and sit up. "I feel like I grew a sit pack," I groan, laying my head on the table.
"You don't grow six packs, Nicole," Peter laughs.
"How are you still laughing, I'm all laughed out," I say, laying my head on Dean's lap, and feet in Peter's.
"I already have abs, so I won't hurt like you do," Peter answers.
"You have abs?" I ask, sitting up and pulling his shirt up, "Huh, how come you never told me?"
"Why would I tell you? Plus, how did you not notice after all the times that you slept on my stomach?" Peter asks, his eyebrows raised.
I shrug and lay back down, hugging my belly, "My belly muscles hurt."
"Those are abs, Love," Dean joins in.
"Ug...abs hurt, why do people want them?" I groan.
With a sigh, Dean goes back to eating, and the rest of dinner is quiet until a knock shatters it with a sledge hammer, nice going person.
"I'll get it," I say getting up.
When I open the door, I'm met with the last person on this earth that I want to see...okay, second to last, but whatever. Anyway, Dakota is at my door.
"W-what are you d-doing here?" I ask him, getting ready to run to the dinning room, to Dean.
"I'm here to see you after what your boyfriend did to me," Dakota spits out.
"Dean!" I yell as Dakota lunges at me with a punch to my already hurting belly.
"What is I- what the hell!" Dean yells, running forward and grabbing Dakota by his collar.
I scramble backwards against the wall, breathing hard, trying to keep the floating pictures from my head, but it's too late.
That's when I start hyperventilating, my hands shaking, my legs shaking, everything shaking. Not as severe as a seizure, but nearly there.
Peter's the second one into the room, not having a clue what's going on. "Peter, keep Dakota occupied," Dean says, shoving Dakota into the wall.
Peter nods and starts where Dean left off, while Dean runs to me, pictures of getting beat running through my mind.
"Nicole, Love," Dean whispers into my ear, pulling me to him bridle style and walking to my room. We're in my room, him sitting with my held close to his chest, still shaking.
"D-Dean, it won't stop, I can't st-stop, why w-won't it stop?" I freaking out, I can't stop shaking.
"Calm down okay? Just breath," he pauses, holding me tighter against him before laying my on the bed to where I'm facing up at him.
"Tell me three things that you can see, Nicole," he whispers softly.
"W-what?" I ask, confused.
"Just tell me three things in here that you can see, yeah?" He whispers
"U-um...my closet, th-the floor, my desk," I stutter, still completely freaking out.
"Okay, now tell me two things that you can touch," Dean whispers, looking me straight in the eyes.
"The d-door, the walls, my b-bed," I whisper, my breathing slows down and so does my heart.
"Now one thing that you can hear," he breaths out gently.
"Your voice," I say, and my shaking slows down, and I can actually think again.
"There you go, Love...there you go," Dean pulls me into a hug before gently pushing me away so that I'm at arms length.
"Can I look, Love?" Dean asks. When I nod, Dean pulls my shirt up, revealing a fist shaped bruise from where Dakota punched me.
I close my eyes as I tears come to my eyes. "I'm gonna kill him," Dean whispers harshly.
I shake my head, "Y-you can't."
"I know," he whispers, defeated. He pulls me into his arms just as a knock sounds that the door.
"Who is it?" Dean asks against my hair.
"Police, we want to make sure everything is okay," a guy with a deep voice asks.
"Come in," Dean says from where we're sitting on my bed.
The door opens and there's two guys standing there in police uniforms. They both have guns, and they both bring back unwanted memories.
"May we ask her some questions?" The one on the left asks, nodding towards me, making his chestnut colored hair move a little from its quiff.
Dean looks at me, asking permission. I nod, but grab his shirt, he's not leaving me.
"Yeah, but I thinks it's best if I stay," Dean nods towards the police.
"That's fine," the same guy says, coming closer before continuing, "My name is Officer Davis and this is Officer Jackson, and we would like to know what happened tonight at this residence."
I lean back into Dean to where he's the only thing holding me up, "I-I went to open th-the door a-and Dakota w-was there. H-he lunged at m-me."
"Did he hurt you?" Officer Jackson asks, this being the fist time that he has spoken, I actually look at him. He's got a notepad and is writing stuff down.
I nod and look behind me at Dean, "Do I h-have to sh-show you?"
"He left a mark?" Officer Davis asks, his voice becoming more concerned.
When I nod, one of Dean's hands move to my shirt, "Do you want to show them, Love?" His voice is quiet, soft as if he's actually giving me a choice, while the look on the officers faces tell me otherwise.
I nod again and close my eyes as Dean slowly lifts my shirt. "Can I take a picture of this to take in as evidence?" Officer Jackson asks me. I nod gently and squeeze my eyes shut tight.
I hear the click and the shuffle of feet. "Thank you miss, and I'm sorry that this happened," Officer Davis says before walking out of my room, but Officer Jackson stays.
"What is that?" He asks, he's looking at the picture.
I look at Dean as he pulls my shirt down. "Miss, what's your name?" Officer Jackson asks me.
"N-Nicole Richards, wh-why?" I ask, scooting closer to Dean.
"That's not your real last name is it?" The officer presses.
I shake my head, "No, Argent is."
"The New York case?"
I look down, grasping Dean's arm, "Y-yeah."
"Do you remember Antonio?" Officer Jackson asks.
"Of course I do," I look up at him.
"He's getting out next month, 4 days before Christmas, you should come," Officer Jackson says before walking out of my room.
"Dean?"
"Yes, Love?"
"I want to go see Antonio."
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Road Trip With The Bad Boy
Fiksi Remaja"What are you scared of, Dean?" I ask, looking backwards at the guy sitting in my bed. He shrugs, looking back at me, "I don't know, nothing that I can think of." I sit up and face him, "Come on, everyone's scared of something." I pause before conti...
