Julie and the Phantoms imagines and prefrences

missed you [Nick x reader]

I walked into the house and was immediately tackled by a small figure in a pink tutu and a tiara.
"Its good to see you again too." I say laughing and trying not to fall over.
I'm about to lose my balance when I feel someone loft the both of us up.
"Hey nick." I say when he puts us down. I put down his little sister, (does anyone know if she has a name? Cuz like I dont know if I should just make one up or what)
"Its so good to see you. It's been years." Nick says. I look up at him and see him for the first time since we were twelve. Hes grown up. A lot.
He still looks like the kid I used to know just older, hes still a dork though.
"4 to be exact." I hear his mother say behind me.
I give her a big hug and she pulls away to get a good look at me.
"My god you sure have grown up. Seems like yesterday you two were breaking havoc around the house."
"Well it wasnt. It was much much longer and it felt even longer than it actually was." I say hugging her again.
"Y/n!" I turn and see nick holding out his hand.
"Come on, I'm gonna show you my room, and then we can go on a walk, and then I can show you Julie's band and if you want we can go see her and-"
"So I see you're still exactly the same." I say smiling.
I give him a hug and find that I now have to stand on my tiptoes to properly hug him.
I wrinkle my nose, "you've gotten too tall." I complain.
"And you've only grown about 3 inches since I last saw you." He jokes.
We head up to his room and I see that the house hasn't changed.
"God this place looks the exact same." I say slightly above a whisper.
"I know right? Its eerie."
"Its nice."
We get to his room and he opens the door.
"Surprisingly clean." I say a little impressed.
"Mom made me clean it. Not that it was really that messy. But then again if there's one sock on the floor apparently my room is a pig sty."
"Moms are funny about that type of thing huh?"
"Yeah." We both just stand there looking at eachother.
He has his hands on his back pockets.
He walks up to me and gives me another hug.
"You have no idea how stupid I got after you left." He mumbles into my shoulder.
"Carrie?" I ask.
He nods and pulls away.
"I dont know what it is but everytime I leave I end up crawling back to her." He sits on his bad and I sit down beside him.
"Doesnt sound very healthy, or remotely fun." I say.
I sit behind him on my knees and start putting little braids in his hair.
"Its not. Its actually pretty exhausting."
"Sounds it." I say.
"I just-" he stops and turns to me, "what are you doing?" He asks reaching to feel the back of his head.
"Nothing."
"Really cause it feels like you're braiding my hair." Hes always hated it when I messed with his hair. I do it just to annoy him.
"Nope. Not what I was doing at all, but if you could just face forward so I can finish that would be great." He scoffs and rolls his eyes at me, smiling.
"Not a chance." He says pulling me so that I'm sitting next to him.
"You know I never liked her." I say after a minute.
"I know. You made that very, very clear. Like crystal clear."
"I told you she was bad news." I say flopping down on the bed.
"I know. I just couldn't help it."
"Well that's a lame excuse." He flops down on the bed next to me.
"You always say what you think." He says, I can hear the smile in his voice.
"Mom says that I'm too blunt. 'You'll never get a boyfriend if you talk like that'" I say mimicking her.
"Why does she want you to get a boyfriend?" He asks. He scoots up on the bed so that hes sitting up against the headboard.
"All of the other girls my age have one. I on the other hand am more focused on graduating so I can get out of that house and move here permanently."
"We can rent an apartment together like we used to talk about." He says, the smile in his voice apparent once again.
"That would be nice." I lay my head in his lap and his hand goes to my hair.
"Oh so I cant play with your hair but you can play with mine?" I say, mocking offense.
"Yep." He says laughing, "do you still do pageants?" He asks.
"Yep. I dont want to but mom makes me."
"You used to love it."
"Yeah but that was before I realized that pageant are almost as toxic as carrie."
He snickers, we stay like that talking for a while before someone opens the door and sits down in the chair at the desk like they own the place.
Carrie.
"I'm sorry, you just broke up with me yesterday. What are you doing here?" Nick says. Neither of us move. Hes still subconsciously playing with my hair.
"Well yeah but we both knew that wasnt gonna last long." She says.
She finally looks at me and says, "what's she doing here?" She sniffs at me like I'm a garbage can.
"I'm staying for the summer." I say nonchalantly, ignoring how intimidating shes trying to be.
"Well you wont be spending much of it here." She says in an artificial sweet voice.
"Actually this is where I'm staying."
"Well dont expect to be spending too much time with nick okay?"
"I really dont know what you saw in her." I say looking up at nick.
"I'm not entirely sure what I saw in her either." He says ignoring the fact that shes sitting right there.
"Umm nick? It's time to go." Carrie says trying to grab his hand but he puts it just out of his reach.
"Fine. Stay here with this... this-ugh!" She shrieks before walking out.
When shes out of the room I immediately start laughing my head off.
Nick looks at em for a second, holding in his laughter before finally giving up and laughing like crazy.
After a minute we both calm down. I sit up and sit next to him.
"She can't even come up with a proper insult." I say out of breath.
"I cant believe you just did that. Most people at our school cower when she even walks by them."
"Well I've never been one to cower." I say.
We talk a little more before we fall silent. It's not awkward, it's that comfortable silence. The type where you can almost hear the universe take a sigh of relief for a second.
out of no where he hugs me.
I hug him back. Making up for the ones we missed while I was away.
"Where did you go?" He whispered to me. I hadn't told anyone where I was.
"The pageants were kicking my ass. My mom was constantly on my case about my weight. Dad was no help. I was depressed. What do you think happened?" I say.
He pulls away from the hug and lays down on his pillow pulling me with him.
We're both laying down and facing eachother. Hes playing with my hair, but his eyes are on mine.
"They either sent you away or you ran." He said.
"I wouldn't run all the way to Europe. I would probably come here. They sent me away. Mom thought I was too much of a bother. She had other better things to think about."
He doesnt say anything just holds me closer.
I look up at him. Hes not looking at me anymore. His eyes were closed but he wasnt sleeping.
I looked at him. Admiring how handsome he had gotten since the last time I saw him.
"Do you remember your first kiss?" He says softly.
"Yeah. It was you. We were sitting under that tree at the park. The one that was on that hill. It was a few months before I left. It was dark outside. We were at some birthday party, but managed to get away from everyone. I had told you I was leaving and you said that before I did there was something you had to do. When I asked what you kissed me."
He smiles, opening his eyes a bit.
"You seem to remember that really well."
"How could I forget it. At that point I had had a crush on you forever. I was so happy when it happened but then I remembered I was leaving."
"And you started avoiding me."
I nod looking away from him.
He lifts my chin up softly.
He looks me in the eyes as if asking permission.
I nod my head lightly.
He kisses me. It starts off soft and gentle. he pulls me closer, and I put my hand on the back of his neck.
After a minute we pull away.
"I'm glad you're back." He whispers.
"Me too."