Drive | Joult

Chapter 3

(Jennifer)

I tiptoe downstairs in my t-shirt and shorts, trying not to wake anyone up. I hear footsteps behind me and I freeze. "What are you doing up?" Nick asks, I'd recognize his voice anywhere. I sigh and turn around. "I came to get something to eat." I walk into the kitchen. I can see the sun just starting to come up. "Do you want me to make you something?" He suggests. "Yes, I'm starving." I put my hand over my stomach and pout out my lower lip. "Alright. What do you want?" He opens the fridge. "I want pancakes with lots of syrup!" I jump up on the counter and sit down. He gets out the pancake mix and the pan and starts making them.

I set my plate down on the coffee table and lay on Nick's lap. I stretch my legs out trying to make them as long as his, but I can't. He puts both of his hands on my stomach and I pick one of them up playing with his fingers. "Wow. You two are up early." My mom walks into the kitchen with my plate. "Yeah, I was hungry." I put Nick's hand back down where it was. "But now I'm tired again." I close my eyes. Nick moves both of us so we're sitting up and my mom sits down. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his chest. "Are you guys gonna come here for Christmas? You're brothers will be here." She says. "I don't wanna see Ben and Blaine they're mean to me!" I say. "They're your brothers Jen, they love you." She rolls her eyes. "But they make fun of me." I whine. "Get over it! Are you gonna be here or not?" She asks. "Ugh! Yes. Just let me cuddle with my shirtless fiancée in peace." I say, making Nick laugh. "Okay, I'm going." She walks into the kitchen.

"Nick, seriously you have a problem." I laugh, as he kisses my foot. "You said I could." He sounds disappointed. "Yeah, it's fine. Continue. It's just weird." I sigh, looking down at him. "You do weird stuff all the time and I don't complain about it." He starts to rub my feet. "Yeah but I don't do it to you!" I throw the lotion down to him. It goes past the end of the bed and lands on the floor by him. "Can I paint them?" He asks, after he finishes. "Yeah, but I don't have any nail polish. You'll have to go ask my mom." I sit up. "I'll be right back." He throws my lotion back at me.

He sits on the bed with me and holds up the red nail polish. "Is this okay?" He asks. I nod and I watch him paint my toenails, taking a drink of my beer. "We should leave soon. Our flight leaves at three and it's already two." He blows on my toes to dry them. "Mom! Can you drive me and Nick to the airport?" I make sure she can hear me wherever she is in the house.

We walk outside and I have to walk barefoot because of my freshly painted toe nails. "Why did you paint your nails before you had to get on a plane?" My mom helps me put my bags into the trunk. "I didn't. Nick did." I wait for him to put his bags in. "Okay, why did Nick paint your nails right before you had to get on a plane?" She asks, getting into the front seat. I get in the passenger seat and Nick sits in the back alone. "Because Nick has some sort of freaky foot fetish." I look back at him, smiling.

We get on the plane and I wait for our drinks to come. "Here you go sir." The worker hands Nick our drinks. "When are the Mockingjay premieres?" He asks. "In like two weeks." I start a movie for us to watch on the plane.

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