(Nick's POV)
I smiled, texting Kristen gave me something I hadn't ever felt before. What do girls call it again? Oh yeah, butterflies. Suddenly, Mikey sat up, I guess he had finally regained conciousness. "Hey sleepyhead. You feeling okay?" I laughed, looking over at him. "Nick, stop yelling..." He mumbled, rubbing his head. "I'm not yelling. You're such a fucking mess I swear..." I chuckled, and kept typing away on my phone. Mikey got up, and grabbed a bottle of water, chugging down half of it. "Who ya texting?" He asked, taking a seat next to me. "No one..." I blushed, oh my God... I BLUSHED. "Ooohhh, Nickyballz is blushing. So, who is it? Who do I have to check out to make sure she's acceptable for my wittle Nicky?" Mikey asked, pinching my cheeks. I hit his hand, and glared at him. "Even though it's not your business, I'm texting Kristen. I think I really like her..." I said, and I could feel my cheeks heating up again. "Oh God... Nick please don't go soft like Vinny and Chris. You're my bro, the person I party with." Mikey said. I rolled my eyes. "Mikey, eventually you have to grow up, and settle down. Come on, Melinda is a really nice girl. She's worth more than a one night stand." "Oh God, they've brainwashed you. Great, looks like I'm going to have to call in my boyz." Mikey pressed a button on his phone, and put it on speaker. The dialing stopped, and a voice sounded. Well, more like two. "Mad boy and No Bonez here...."
