Serendipity

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It's weird what knowing someone's pain can do to you. At the start of the session, I didn't want to do anything with him but now? Now, I was waiting for Nick to show up so that he could drive me home.

Yup, you heard it right. Victoria Parker was waiting for Nicholas King, willingly. Hallelujah, it's a miracle.

"Ready?" I turned around as the said boy approached me. "Yeah."

I followed him to his car. And let me tell you it was a beauty. Absolute beauty. He opened the passenger door for me and waited as I slid inside before closing the door and jogging to his side and getting in.

"You do know that I am perfectly capable of opening the door myself, right?" I asked as he wheeled the car out of the parking lot.

"Sure you are." He smirked.

"Hey!" I punched his arm.

"No hitting the driver if you wanna get home alive." He glared at me playfully.

Idiot.

I rolled my eyes, choosing to look out at the pouring sky.

It took the usual ten minutes to reach home. As he pulled into the drive, I wondered out loud. "How did you know the directions?"

"You live in the same place, Bella." So we were back to that name. Thank god. Is it weird that I felt relieved? Probably.

"Yeah, but it's been years." I pointed out.

"You don't forget the place you love as if it were your home. And anyway I used to spend half of my time here, remember?" I nodded my head, reminiscing the times when mom and Monica would meet up regularly and bring us with them. "Plus don't you know the way to mine?"

I nodded.

Of course I did, even if it had been years. He was right, you don't forget a place where you spent so much time that you consider it your home.

He stepped out of the car coming over to my side and before I could do it myself, he opened the door again. I rolled my eyes and exited the car.

I opened the door and went straight to the kitchen. Hearing footsteps following, I said, "Mom and Dad will be home in an hour or so."

"Can I spend it here?" He asked.

I stopped and turned around, "Are you asking me?" That was surprising, since the start of term he has followed me whenever he liked, talked to me whenever he wanted. Never once asking permission.

"Well it is your home, isn't it? Can't really stay here if you kick me out." He shrugged.

I shook my head and turned back, walking towards the kitchen once again. "Do you want something to drink?" I asked as I opened the fridge.

"Whatever you're having is fine." He replied and sat down on one of the island chairs.

I pulled out milk, ice and other ingredients to make iced coffee. I loved coffee, hot or cold, didn't matter to me.

I hummed as I mixed stuff. After a few moments I noticed it was quiet, way to quiet. I poured the coffee into two mugs and brought them to the counter, to see Nick looking at the pictures on the wall.

"You know, I miss these times." He said as I neared him.

"I know." I sighed as I looked at the photo he was referring to. It was taken when we were about seven years old on a trip to the beach. Dan, Nick and I were building sand castles while Mom, Monica, Dad and Tony were laughing at the mess we were making.