•Nicole's POV•
"Oh my god thank you guys so fucking much.." I cried. If I didn't call Mike, I would have been doing the do... With my father... Ew
"There's no doubt I would've said yes, when you called, I knew something was wrong." Mike admitted. The rest of the ride to the Fuentes' house was a ghostly silence. Occasionally, Tony would laugh, and I would give him the strangest looks, but he would say he's just texting his girlfriend. Mike was tapping a rhythm on the wheel, he would always tap the same rhythm when I'm with him, and it's the rhythm to Disasterology. I started to sing along, knowing every word. Tony smirked and "singing" the guitar part.
We finally arrived at the home. Tony grabbed my bags from the back, but I insisted that I'd carry them.
"No, you've been through a lot today, go in and rest" Tony have me a genuine smile. I weakly smiled back, knowing I was going through a lot at the moment.
Mike opened the door.
"We. Are. HOOOOMMMMEEEE" Mike cheered. Everyone, as in Vic and Jaime came sprinting out from the kitchen, slipping, then groaning in pain.
"Just as I remember" I giggled.
"Yeah haha.. Owww" Vic laughed, then groaned at the sudden pain of his hip.
"Hi Jaime" I smiled and hugged him, needing to stand on my tip toes to reach his neck.
"Hey sweetheart" he whispered through the crook of my neck.
"Wait, don't you have school tomorrow?" Vic questioned, still in the fetal position.
"Crap.. Yeah" I thought of school, and looked at my clothes, band tee and black skinnies... The group won't be happy with this.
"You can wear some of my clothes" Vic pointed out.
"Do you have any 'preppy clothes'" I sighed into my hands.
"Why?" Tony laughed, "it's not like the look of band tees and skinny jeans would hurt" Tony said, earning glares and literal hurt from everyone, including me.
"Actually, last time I wore a band tee, I was beat up, called 'emo' and left on the bathroom floor" I scowled, walking up the stairs. I reached the top. Leaning over the railing, I yelled, "I guess you don't know what it's like to be that kid, that was 'made differently', or being the the cow in a farm full of horses, OR to be the one that's never good enough..." It got quiet, too quiet. Quiet enough that you could hear my tear slip from my eye, and onto my cheek.
"Oh... I- I'm so-sorry" I choked out falling to the floor, huddled around my knees.
"Nicole, it's okay" Mike shushed me.
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Only Baby Scars
FanfictionNicole child, you're okay.. "I'm sorry if I mean anything to you, but I've made up my mind" she screamed in his face as she ran into the streets. All he heard was a car screech to a stop. But it stopped after a thud was sounded. "She can't be dead...
