Ice Cream Delights

I've gotten an update for you! Now that I've gotten up my lazy butt, ideas have come a flowin'! Well, here it is!
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Chapter 4

I squeal happily, looking down at my ICD shirt. I am officially an ICD girl! And, to top it all off, I get free ice cream. Well, one scoop per day, as told by my boss. And the crew gets one free scoop per day for them!

"Congrats, Marcy, but really, relax," Kendall grins and scoops up some vanilla ice cream.

"Can't help it, Kendall. I love it here. It's perfect." I smile own at my shirt, personalized by the boss. And myself, of course. It's purple, matching my many-purple-shaded hair. And, printed is bold, swirly letter, it says, "Ice Cream Delights girl, Marcy Wyatt, ordering since age ten, serving since age eighteen." I love it because it's true.

"Your happiness is contagious," he smiles and hand the woman a cone, in turn handing it to the little girl beside her. She must be the girl's mother. It's obvious.

"Glad to be of service," I grin and take the woman's money, pushing it into the cash register. I grab change happily ad hand it to the lady. Kendall's right; my happiness is contagious. The lady beams back at me and pushes the change into her pocket. Her daughter waves at me and they walk away, leaving me to bounce joyfully in my spot.

Kendall snorts at my bouncing and I turn to him. He smiles at me and I smirk gently. He's jelly. My shirt is specially customized. His is bland and boring. Totally jelly.

"Marcy!" I hear and turn to Wolf, his cheerful voice catching me off guard. Oh, he's in Nick mode since family isn't here. Best thing that could ever happen.

"Nicky!" I call with happiness. He laughs and I just giggle, hopping over the counter. I hug him gently, knowing Nick doesn't care. Wolf would, but he's not here. It's like he has a split personality disorder.

"Working," Kendall reminds me.

"Don't care right now," I retort with a grin. Nick chuckles as I hop back over the counter. Kendall's face scrunches up. Pfft. Negative Nancy.

"How is my favorite band mate doing today?" Nick asks with a smile. It's rare that he refers to me as his favorite band mate. Actually, he's never referred to me as his favorite band mate. What is wrong with the single guys in the band lately?

"Just chilling," I leer, laughing at my pun. "What chu want?"

"Just chocolate," he replies and I point to Kendall. He sighs, suddenly in a terrible mood. Boys. I don't think I'll ever understand them. "So, you ready for practice?"

"We still haven't figured out the song, idiot. And we only have today to figure it out. Tomorrow, we will be playing to determine if this is finally it! Oh, and Jenny, Justin, James-y, Jason, Carrie, and Heather are going to be there." Heather is Carrie and Jason's baby girl. Can you believe they got married? And now Carrie is literally a sister to me since she's married to my hot step-brother. Too bad she's older. If I was older, I would have been the one to marry him. Such a shame.

"All six of them? Damn. Wait, why is Jason bringing Carrie and baby Heather?"

"Carrie can't be trusted, remember? Last time, she almost set fire to the crib."

"Right. That was a bad day for everyone," Nick frowns as Kendall stares at him. "Do you mind?"

"Yes," Kendall frowns and I roll my eyes.

"Kendall, give Nick the cone. Oh, and it's free of charge since it's one scoop. But, back to band matters. What song are we doing?"

"Death's Cold Glare?"

"Kinda dark if you ask me," Kendall says, rolling his eyes. "What are you people?"

"Punk rockers," I reply with a frown. I turn back to Nick. "That song only involves you singing. We need one that everyone sings on. How about that old one? Bring Me to Life by Evanescence? Everyone can sing and play and I can rock out like I love."

"But I don't have much of a part!" he pouts. That pout is so freaking cute. Damn you female hormones.

"Do you want to fail and be a fast-food worker for the rest of your life? I don't, but I might be an ICD girl for the rest of my life. I like this job. But, back to the subject at hand, I think it would be best." He huffs, acting like a five-year-old, which is so adorable. I should see Nick more often. I like Nick so much better.

I sound like such a girl. Blech.

"Fine," he says, dragging out the word. I smile in triumph and reach over to him, taking his ice cream. "Hey!" he exclaims and I take a few licks before handing it back. He throws his hands up and takes his ice cream back.

"Never hang out with me with ice cream." I grin and hop over the counter. "I'll be back later, Kendall. I have to work with the band. Then, maybe, you can say you worked with a famous rocker!" He grumbles something under his breath and we walk out, Nick's hand held out to me. I don't know what he wants until he rolls his eyes and takes my hand. What is wrong with everybody?

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"Bring me to life," I sing in to the microphone. Roxy sings in the back ground and so do Liam and Marcus, Wolf and I going full out on the song. It would be an understatement to say I'm having a blast. This song is so freaking amazing, but we aren't taking it. It's just the sample song so Mr. Recorder can hear how we all sound, singing, playing music, and being ourselves.

"You know," Wolf says, screwing everything up, "I think we got this."

"Wolf! You screwed up the song! We were doing so well," Roxy whines, slamming her hands on the keyboard to make a strange and obnoxious noise.

"I agree with the Rox," Marcus says, sighing. Shocker.

"Whatever. I'm going home," I say with a yawn. I made Wolf take me back to Ice Cream Delights hours ago to clock out. I wasn't going back to work, and Kendall was pretty pissed. But, being me, I just pat his cheek and told him not to worry about it. But, we've been at practice for hours.

"I'll take you home," Wolf and Liam offer in unison, glaring at each other when they finish. They start arguing and I look over at Roxy. She shrugs, not understanding this either. What is wrong with these two? First, Liam kisses me. Then Wolf, as Nick, calls me his favorite band member and holds my hand. Sure, I should mistake this as them falling in love with me, but they know I am not getting married, so why bother?

"Let's go, Mar," Marcus whispers and gestures to put up my guitar. I nod and do as told. The boys keep arguing as Roxy, Marcus and I walk out. I wonder if they'll figure out we left and stop fighting about taking me home. Honestly, I'm not special, so it doesn't matter who takes me home. But if I chose, it'd have to be Liam. Just because of his car.

"What the hell do you think that was about?" I ask as I buckle up.

"No idea," they answer too quickly. They give each other a panicked look and then Marcus drives off, making me frown.

"What was that about? You, Marcus Michaels Wyatt, better tell me now before I force you into the ocean," I threaten and he widens his eyes, which are locked on the road.

"You wouldn't," he whispers. He is hydrophobic, or afraid of water, and has been ever since I almost drowned him in the shower. He hasn't forgiven me for it, but in my defense, Jenny said she was going to do it to Justin, and so I did the same. And I was only ten, for crying out loud. I worshiped my sister when I was little.

"I will," I say, crossing my arms.

"Roxy, little help here," Marcus calls back to his girlfriend. She smiles and looks at me.

"I'll tell her, lovely Mar," she grins. "Marce, sugar, it is quite obvious. Can't you see it?"

"Roxy, enough with the riddles. What is it?"
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Cliffhanger! Muhahaha. I know, y'all hate that, but I just love doing this. Now, tell me, was this good? I feel like I did better with this than the last one. Hope y'all love it, other than the cliffhanger.

Love ya, lovies!

~Shana Alana

 

And now, another update! I'm finally got my ideas flowing nonstop!
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Chapter 5

"Today, Nick? Today of all days? But the recording test-" I start to rant."Marcy, I know and I am so sorry," he sniffles into the phone. He's sick. "Can you come take care of me? I'll make it up to you. We can do whatever you want."

"Nicky, what about Roxy?"

"She's with your brother. And Liam is too afraid to take care of me. Please, you are the only one left," he begs. Dammit, he's so cute when he begs. I sigh into the phone.

"Fine," I say. He hoots in victory and then coughs. "But, I have to call Stars Studios since you can't make it. I'll be there in fifteen or so, since I have to walk."

"Want me to pick you up? Wait, no, withdraw that. I'll just see you here. Bye," he ends and I pull back the phone with a sigh. His last words sounded panicky. Like Roxy when she told me Wolf is in love with me. I can't believe that he is. Roxy said that Liam is just trying to protect me, but he flirts nonstop with me, so I figure the same. They know that I don't want to date either.

I know I've been repetitive about how I don't want to be married. It's the truth. And it's to remind me that I can't commit because of what happened with Courtney and Daddy. He died. I can't bear the thought that I might fall in love, get married, have kids, and then my husband gets killed. Daddy was killed on the job. And what about me? What if I die? I don't want family to grieve, and I don't want to either, so I see it fit that I shouldn't get married.

And, to end that matter, if I date, I might fall in love. And if I fall in love, something bad will ruin it and I can't let that happen.

I dial the number to Stars Studios, thinking about Nick's panic. I think he was about to puke. Poor guy. And it doesn't help that I was being selfish and ranting about him getting sick. It wasn't his fault. My poor Nicky.

No. Just poor Nick. He's not mine, and hopefully never will be.

"Hello?" I hear and I snap out of my cloud of thought.

"Hi, is this Mr. Maxwell Stars?"

"Yes, and I remember this voice," I hear Mr. Stars say, a smile in his voice. "Marcy Wyatt, how may I help you?"

"Mr. Stars, I am so sorry to say this but our male lead is sick and we can't perform without him. I hope it's okay if I reschedule."

"Oh, of course, darling. Poor boy, Nick, am I correct?"

"Yeah. Nick," I say with a small grin. "Anyway, is next week, same day, same time okay?"

"Fine, as long as you do me a favor," he says with this tone in his voice. I don't like it. It sounds mischievous, and I like mischievous, but I'm afraid of what it means. "Take care of the boy. I know you like him from your tone and I want you two to be a star couple. I know there already is one since you told me about them, but since Liam is the flirt, let him live and get to Nick. And, if you start early, he won't think it's for the band publicity. Alright?"

"But, Mr. Stars, I just-"

"Do this as a favor for me and I'll be sure to have you a gig by the end of the month," he says, a smile in his voice. A gig? An actual gig for us. And we can finally use our costumes!

"Deal," I hear myself reply and grin. "Thank you. I'll see you next week, Mr. Stars."

"Good luck." I click the "end" button and I grab my board. I know I said I would walk, but I need to grind a little. I run out of the house and throw my board before me as I run. I hop onto my skateboard and I push myself to Wolf's. I easily pass by traffic and walkers, smiling as the wind blows through my hair.

I stop at the steps of Nick's and I knock. I hear a very faint "It's open" and enter myself. I whistle and walk down the hall to Nick's bedroom. It's not the first time I've been to his house, but it amazes me every time I walk into it. It's so clean and orderly, not like anyone would ever picture. There aren't any posters of women in bikinis or anything boyish. Its walls are bare, the exception of a calendar and clock here and there. There's basic furniture and a few band instruments. Not much, but really, it's perfect.

I knock on Nick's bedroom door and I hear shuffling. Finally, a red-nosed, bloodshot-eyed Nick opens the door.

"Nicky," I say in a small and girly voice, dropping my board, "you look so bad." I reach over to him and gently graze my hand against his cheek. His already red cheeks seem to become a brighter shade of red and my face heats as I realize I couldn't contain myself.

"Thanks for rubbing it in," he mumbles with a slight grin. He has shiners under his eyes and he looks cold and hot. He's not wearing a shirt, but he has a blanket pulled tightly around him. Silly Nicky. And, as much as I long to peek under that blanket to see if he has abs, I keep my female hormones under control. For now.

"Get in bed; I'm going to go grab a thermometer." He gives me a weak smile and turns. He must have called me, not only because no one else would help, but because I'm easily immune to sicknesses. Well, I've gotten the chickenpox, a few cases of the flu and a case or two of the cold. Not much, really.

"And put on a shirt," I add as I walk away. I hear him chuckle lightly and I walk to his kitchen. I rummage through his drawers and find medicine, the thermometer, and salt. I run the sink and grab a cup, pouring salt into it. Then I place the cup under the running water. Once it's half-way full, I pull it out and put under a second cup, stirring the salt. Once it's partially full, I run back to Nick.

He now has a shirt on and is lying on his bed, his television turned on to SpongeBob. You are never too old to love SpongeBob! He smiles at me gently and then his face twists when he see the medicine.

"Why medicine?" he whines. I place the supplies on his nightstand and grin at him gently.

"You need to get better as fast as you can, Nick. We need Wolf to sing and we need him healthy," I say in a motherly tone. He chuckles and I place a hand on his forehead. It burns to the touch and I frown, pulling my hand back gently. I place the thermometer in his mouth, waiting to see his temperature.

"You know," he says when I finally pull it out of his mouth, "it's really sweet of you to do this after you left without saying goodbye last night."

"I'm sorry, but don't argue of who is going to take me home. Take this," I say as I hand him two tablets and water. I sigh as I place the thermometer that says 100.3 degrees on his bedside table. Poor boy has a fever. He takes the medicine without protest and then I take the empty cup and replace it with the salt water cup. "Gargle. It's salt water."

"Blech," he says and gargles anyway, spitting in the empty cup when he's finished.

"Good boy," I grin. He frowns as I walk to his bathroom. I pour out the gargled water and wet a rag. I walk back over to Nick and place it on his forehead. He grins at me and motions me down closer to him. I lean over him and he plants his lips on my cheek.

"Thank you," he whispers to me. I gently take his cold hand in mine and grin at him.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," I reply, pulling a Haymitch. He chuckles and places his hand on my cheek. Despite how badly I want him to kiss me, he's sick. And if I'm sick, then it will delay our try at recording even more. Nick reaches up to kiss me and I place a finger on his lips, stopping him.

"'Let me give you some advice, sweetheart,'" I quote and he shakes his head with a grin.

"'Stay alive.' Yeah, I will," he smirks.

"No. Wait until you are healthy," I leer and pull back, his hand falling to his side. I don't release his other hand. I pull his desk chair over to him and sit beside him, his hand resting in mine.

I think it just might be nice to date and not marry. Maybe.
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Cherry, since you told me you didn't understand, I explained it, and I think everyone else might not get it too.

But, now, give me feedback, as this is a very short A/N.

And if there is a mistake, let me know. I might have overlooked it.

Love ya, lovies!

~Shana Alana

 

Here is a dose of the story you all love! I'm in such a good mood! I think it's because I'm rereading The Hunger Games trilogy again. I just love it so flapping much. Well, more obsessed, but yeah.

Anyway, here is your update!
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Chapter 6

Once Nick falls asleep, I leave, kissing his forehead and leaving a note that says I'll be back later. I have to tell Marcus about this little encounter. As twins, we tell each other everything. Well, once I tell him this secret, then nothing is hidden from us. I've kept my crush on Nick a secret ever since I realized I might have feelings for him.

But that is honestly none of his business on who I like.

I send Marcus a text saying to meet me at our place. Our place is at the park at this bench. It's the place Jenny took us to when she went to get us our birthday surprises, though it was actually a place where he almost killed me until Justin showed up. Every year until we were eight, he tried to kill me at that spot. Well, he didn't know he was going to kill me, but now he knows.

I skate to the park quickly, nearly missing a stranger as I skate past him. I finally make it to the park and slowly push myself to the bench. I see Marcus there, whispering to Roxy. Why did he bring her? It's not that I don't already see her as another sister; it's just that this is personal, between true family members.

I stop in front of them and Marcus gives me this apologetic smile. The smile that says, She made me bring her. What an idiot. He could have ditched her, but that is kind of harsh. Roxy beams at me, a grin that says, We are family. Deal with it. Lovable Roxy, as always.

"Marcus, can I speak with you privately? Please," I request politely. Marcus is completely unable to answer because it seems Roxy has a hold on the reins.

"I'm family, Marcy. Or at least pretty damn close to it. You can tell me," she says in this tone that makes me realize I can't fight my way out of this. Fine. I didn't want to tell her yet, but she's my best friend, so I might as well.

"Okay," I shrug and turn to Marcus. "Marcus, remember when we told each other we never had any secrets?"

"Yeah, and?" he asks, crossing his arms. His face is set in a way to look prepared, like I'm going to pummel him with bad news. I'm not, just something I need to get off my shoulders.

"Well, you see, ever since, oh, I don't know, since we were twelve, on that fateful day, I have kept the tiniest secret from you." Before the gang actually became official friends, Roxy hated my brother and I hated her cousins. So, it was natural we were going to have to put aside our differences and actually keep things civilized. At twelve, we decided to go to the downtown café and work things out for the sake of our lives.

When Roxy walked into that café, she literally stopped me with her arm to my neck and asked, "Who is that hanging out with Liam and Nick?" Obviously, she hadn't taken a very close look at my brother when they had the small chances of meeting each other. And they always yelled at each other. I don't remember why. I think it started with him stealing her stuffed bunny and then murdering it when they were five or six.

"Who is who?" I had asked as my eyes had the fortunate chance to land on Nick. He was much nicer as a child, or at least at twelve. I only hated them because they once played with Marcus and tried to kill me. I think they were thieves or serial killers. I can't remember. Or, if I remember correctly, they called themselves "the good guys" and I was the "bad guy" who needed to be punished.

Roxy told me who was who and I told her that Marcus was sitting with them. She hid behind me as I walked over bravely; at the time I was coming out of my sweet, shy, good-girl shell and turning into a major badass. Or, that's what I thought of myself at the time anyway. The boys had turned to me and they all smiled at me. Roxy poked her head out from behind me and smiled at Marcus, and I swear, it was love at first sight.

As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about how different Nick was when I remembered him. I had remembered him as an evil, ruthless boy who was as mischievous as he was annoying. When it was before he tried to kill me, he would always pester me as all little boys did. He had become handsome and he seemed so nice. Finally, we all hit it off. Liam was an obvious flirt from the beginning and I didn't care. I had always had the lovely chance to like Nick.

But then I decided getting married was going to be a disappointment because someone might die, and I tried to push my feelings for Nick away.

Obviously, it failed.

"And what is that?" Marcus asks, bringing me back to the present.

"I sorta, kinda, maybe might like someone as more than a band mate, friend, and family."

"It's Wolf, isn't it?" he smirks gently. His question pulls a shocked expression onto my face. How did he know? Obviously, it isn't like I told him. Roxy doesn't know either but she lets a smile spread ear to ear.

"What?" I ask, dazed. This makes no sense. I mean, I would remember telling someone. And I've never told anyone. Not Jenny, not Justin, not Marcus, not even Jason. How could they know?

"Marcy, we see the way you look at him despite your stony expression," Roxy answers. "Everyone knows you like him back. The only one who doesn't is Nick. And you haven't exactly been giving him any reason to think so."

"Well, that might have changed," I say as I sit down next to Roxy. She gapes at me, like she's not realizing what she's hearing. Then she squeals and hugs me. I hear a chuckle from my brother who reaches over and pats my head.

"Finally," she squeaks happily. "It's been since you were twelve? So that is, one..." she counts on her fingers, "...six years! And he's felt the same way since you were fourteen, about the day of your sister's wedding, which was for years ago. This is so cute. Another couple of the band. This'll be great! Now no one will try to snatch either of you up."

Like that could happen. As Haymitch says, "You've go about as much charm as a dead slug." That is very accurate. I'm not very charming, but I do share the obsession of The Hunger Games with Jenny. And so will her children.

And this is kinda arranged, thanks to Mr. Stars. It's not that I'm not glad that I'm going be with Nick, but it's for show. And if it's for show, then nothing is really going to be real. I could easily lose Nick to a fan girl. I'd rather that happen than breaking up with him. That would break both our hearts.

"Yeah, well, I'm not getting married to him. I hope you know that is still in effect," I argue, frowning. She tsks and lets go of me, shaking her head in the process.

"Whatever. But you will be naming a child after me," she states matter-of-factly. I roll my eyes at the girl who is my best friend. She was always the rebellious one and I was the shy one. Until I became a woman, if you catch my drift.

"Maybe. We'll see," I grin at the girl. I check the time and I shake my head. "I have to get back to Nick. As you know he's sick and I have been taking care of him." Roxy squeals as I stand, her purple hair shaking with her head. Marcus coaxes her to a silence as people are staring at her like she's crazy. It surprises me she has managed to be calm as long as she did.

"Aw, that is so cute," Roxy claps and Marcus just grins, his eyes flashing in hidden laughter. I wave to my soon-to-be-sister and my brother and head back. I grin to myself as I skate, thinking about taking care of the boy. Nick is sweet still, but when I'm in a relationship with him, will he be Nick all around? Or will he only be Wolf on stage? Or will he altogether just be Nick when we are alone? Who really knows? I sure as hell don't.

I guess I'll have to wait and see if we become a couple. But that shouldn't be long.

Once he's healthy, we'll where our relationship goes.
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This was an insight on how Marcus and Roxy fell in love, how they all came to be friends, and just something lovely about the band!

Anyway, I must let y'all know that I have state testing next week, to see how well we are doing in school. Honestly, it's a waste of time, but whatever. So, I will be focusing on that more than I will writing so all my creativity will be going to the English test, my happiness will be drained, and I will hate everything.

More news! Summer is approaching! Which means, more writing, more updates, and much more happiness! But in all honesty, there hasn't been much if a spring here in the middle of the country of the US. As my amazing science teacher said, "Go home spring, you're drunk."

So, that is my long A/N for the update! Remember, leave feedback! And I love how much you guys you love this! And let me know if I mades any mistakes. I edited this for over an hour, but I know I missed something!

Love y'all, lovies!

~Shana Alana

 

Lovies, I need your opinion! What would you rather see:

A) Marcy take care if Nick some more,
B) Marcy and healthy Nick on a date, or
C) Skip both and go straight to the recording session.

Lemme know!

 

Okay, thank you for the input! But, I decided that I would do a little something different. It's not that I don't love that you guys wanted B, but after I realized I can't write a date because my brain won't allow me to process a date.

But, here, your lovely update!
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Chapter 7

Nick finally gets healthy after a couple days. Just a mild case of the flu, but I'm not sure how he caught it. It's almost July and he got the flu. The world ceases to amaze me.

I lean my head back, gazing at the sky. It's a day off already, though I asked for it. I don't know why. I just need day away from people who are demanding, even if I love to serve ice cream. I'm in the park, lying under a tree, looking through its branches to see the clear blue sky. It is so peaceful.

"Hey," I hear, startling me so much, I turn and hit my head on the person's forehead beside me. I let my head fall back onto the soft grass below me and close my eyes as the pain rushes through my head. I hear a groan of pain and I rub my hand on my forehead. Why am I such a klutz? Honestly, it amazes me.

"Thank you for the lovely greeting," the person gripes and my eyes snap open. I look up to see Nick, a small scowl on his face.

"Thank you for scaring me half-to-death," I counter, frowning slightly. He rolls his eyes and sighs. Is he in Wolf mode or is he just plain annoyed? I'm hoping for the latter.

"Well, you seem to be in a chipper mood," he comments and looks down at me. I throw him a sarcastic smile and he chuckles at me. "Look, I was going to offer you something, but obviously you don't want to talk to anyone, so I'll just leave." Nick stands with a shrug, a small glint in his eyes. He's teasing me! He's a bastard, teasing me like he is. Two can play at that game.

"Whatever," I reply nonchalantly, closing my eyes. I can almost see the expression on his face, shocked and trying to figure out what is going on. Then he'll shrug and walk away. I think he has but I stand corrected when I hear the shifting next to me. I slowly open one eye and peek to my left. There Nick is, lying next to me and watching me, his head propped up on his right arm.

"What do you want, Nicky, dear?" I ask, opening my other eye. He doesn't register that I just called him "dear," but I do that to everyone. Nick is no exception, but I'm sweeter to him than some others when I call him that. Consider that the only way I've ever made any move to show I'm interested in him over the years until just recently.

"I want to offer you something," he grins as I roll over onto my side, looking up at him.

"Is it money so I can treat myself to a day of luxury?" I question sweetly and he just shakes his head with a chuckle. I sigh and wave my right hand, gesturing to him to continue. His golden eyes sparkle as he looks at me. His eyes shift slightly and I feel my face heat as I believe he's staring at my lips. Dear God, please let it not be that.

"I'm offering you a date," he grins, causing me to blink in confusion. An actual date with Nick...like for real? He says it so casually, like he's offering me something different that going out. Unless...

"Do you mean the fruit?" I ask with a frown. "If you do, I will murder you right here." I just mentioned that I'm hoping for an actual date. He better take that as a hint and ask me out.

"No, I don't, Marcy," he smirks gently. "I mean an actual date. Go out, have a day and a night for us. Whatever you want, where ever you want, we can go and do it." I feel a blush come to my cheeks involuntary. Tempting...but then again I'm liking my peace. But I need to make an effort here.

"When are we going?" I query with a small grin. His face lights up in happiness. He leans towards me and a smile spreads across his face.

"Would now be okay?" he asks in a whisper, his face dangerously close to mine. Now would be great to kiss me. I would die if he did. Well, my heart would burst out of my chest, I would completely melt, and I would just freak out. I really like this guy, if that isn't obvious.

"Now would be great," I whisper as an answer, thinking about us kissing rather than going on a date. He stands abruptly and I blink, dazed and confused. What is he doing? Oh, right, a date. Not a kiss. Damn.

"Let's go, Marcy," he smiles and holds his hand out to me. I take it and he hoists me up and I, being the clumsy girl I am, fall forward rather than stand up straight. Nick catches me and I am in his arms, my face just mere inches away from his. I swallow, willing my heart to slow down. Nick smiles at me and gently kisses my nose. I beam at him gently despite my pounding heart and jumping nerves.

Before anything else good happens, Nick pulls away gently and takes my hand in his. I inwardly sigh as he pulls me with him to his car. It's nice, honestly, but it isn't Liam's car. He opens the door for me and lets me get in. He rounds the car and sits down in the driver's seat. Quickly, he starts the car and drives away from the place of my solitude.

"So, where do you want to go?" Nick asks as he drives. I think over the possibilities. We could go to the movies, but it's midday and when we walk out of theatre, we will go blind. We could go out and eat, but where? So many different choices, and I really feel lazy.

At the thought of food, my stomach growls, causing me to glare at it. It's loud enough to cause an earthquake. Nick looks over at me with a small grin. "Mall?" he probes.

"Perfect. And then you can buy me stuff after we eat," I smirk. He shakes his head as he drives and we soon arrive at the mall. It's almost packed, but I might as well have a day on me.

Nick and I walk in, hand in hand, and I feel normal, like Nick and I have been together forever. But that is not true, unlike how I have wanted for the past six years. First, we dine and he obviously pays. And then we decide to roam. I enter almost every shop, smiling at clothes, shoes, and everything else. Nick is constantly paying and groaning about another shop. But hell, I'm a girl. I like to shop for my punk rock fashion. In the end, we are carrying six bags each to Nick's car. Normally, I wouldn't get so much, but Nick is buying, so I can spend all I want.

Nick finally takes me home and I have to admit, I had a blast. I'm not normally a major shopper, but this was fun. When we arrive home, he helps me with my bags and we enter my house. I toss my keys on the couch and drop my bags in the hallway to my bedroom. I don't feel like carrying my bags to my room. Nick sets the bags he's carrying next to mine and leans on the wall, watching me.

"What?" I ask, grabbing my keys from the couch. He shrugs and just grins at me as I move to put them in a drawer. "You're being creepy; stop it!" Nick shakes his head with a smirk and moves over to me. I freeze when I finally shut the drawer and I look up at Nick. He places a hand on my cheek and I feel my heart stop. Or speed up. I can't tell. All I can register is that he is so close to me.

"Marcy," he whispers to me gently. I shiver at the sound of my name on his lips.

"Nick," I answer in an equally quiet voice. He grins gently and slowly, he moves his face closer to mine. Soon, his nose is resting on mine and his breath is kissing my lips.

"Want to watch a movie?" he asks with a smirk. I push him away and huff angrily.

"Fucking tease," I hiss at him and walk away. I pick up the bags, six in each hand, though I'm not sure how, and stalk into my room. I hear him groan and I hear his footsteps follow me. I shut my door with my foot and busy myself with putting up clothes and shoes. I hear the door open after I push a purple and black dress into my closet.

"Marcy," I hear from Nick and my head snaps over to his standing figure. I haven't paid attention to what he's wearing at all until now. He's wearing a tight black shirt with the band's logo and a denim jacket with the name of the band on the back. Liam made a lot of stuff with our logo. Like I've said, he's a genius. Nick is wearing plain denim jeans and black boots. How can he look so normal and so sexy when I'm angry?

Well, really, I'm not angry. Just a little frustrated that he constantly gets a kick out of teasing me.

"What do you want Nick?" I ask in a tired voice. He looks down at the floor. I roll my eyes in anger and go back to putting up my clothes. Suddenly, I'm turned around and there's Nick, staring at me intently.

"Marcy," he whispers. I blink, confused. I still have a shirt in my hand and he's gotten my wrist that is lifted up to place it in the closet. "Marcy," he repeats.

"Yes, Nick?" I murmur back to him. My breaths are uneven and I swear I'm going to hyperventilate. Nick grins slightly and he brings his face ever so close to mine.

"Marcy, can I do something?" he says softly. This is it. This is the moment I have waiting for all damn day.

"Definitely," I answer. He grins lightly and he leans in and closes the gap between us. His lips meet mine and my knees turn into jelly. I wrap my arms around his neck to keep myself from falling. He places his hands on my waist as his lips caress mine. I drop the shirt in my hand and I pull him closer.

This kiss is...it's unexplainable. Well, no, I can explain it, but to sum it up, it is exhilarating. Electricity shoots through my body and his hands on my hips and my arms around his neck are the only things that keep me from falling. Our lips move in sync and my eyes have fluttered shut. Jenny told me that a kiss by the one you love feels like you're high. It will make you feel nothing but his lips on yours.

And her words are no lie.

Suddenly, his lips are off mine and we are both panting crazily. Nick grins at me and I blink, grinning right back.

"Wow," we say in unison, trying to catch our breath. Once we do, our lips smack onto each other's again.
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Intense, right? I felt like giving a special part with great details. Or what I feel to be great details.

Anywho, who is ready for summer?! I know I am. Test week sucks big time, but, it's almost over and I will be writing more! Yay, right?!

Well, all I can say is that I want y'all's feedback!

Love ya, lovies!

~Shana Alana