I have a drunken boy in my house... I have a hot, drunken boy in my house... I have a hot, drunken boy that I'm sleeping with, in my house...
If my parents walked in right now and saw him there, do you think I would be positively screwed over? You bet.
I took a deep breath and walked back out. "Do you want anything?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "you."
Obviously delirious. "No, seriously, what do you want?"
"You!" He poked me in the side.
I looked at him, clearly confused. Nick sighed, stood up, and began digging into his pocket for something. I just stared the entire time.
Finally, he pulled out a pink box. He opened it and to my surprise, it was a ring. And a gorgeous one at that. Silver and engraved on it were hearts. Inside the hearts, were little pieces of cubic zirconia.
"I bought this for you." Nick said.
I looked at him in complete shock. A ring?! For what?!
"Why are you giving this to me?"I asked.
Nick frowned, "You don't want it?"
"No, I do. It's magnificent. I'm just confused on why you bought such an expensive thing like this for me."
"Ugh! And I thought you were the smart one!" He set the box on the table and pulled me off the couch. He tightly planted his hands on my hips so that way, I couldn't move not even an inch. "This is why I got drunk. I needed to get my feelings out."
"Then just say them!" I snapped. In a way, seeing Nick this aggressive scared me. But I knew it was only his drunkenness talking. He wasn't like this.
"I want you. I want you so badly. To just be mine and that's it! I'm tired doing this stupid game where we have to hide! It's annoying!"
It's definitely the drunkenness...
"No, "I shook my head, "you're not thinking straight; you're drunk."
"I'M FINE!" He barked. I shut my mouth and let him go on with his ranting of emotions.
"Prom. When is prom?" he asked.
"Um... 1 month from now." I whispered.
"Prom. That is night everyone is going to find out about me and you. I promise." He let go of my hips and grabbed the box. Taking the ring out, he slipped it on my finger and kissed my hand.
Whether it was his drunkenness talking or he was actually sane, I had a major urge to just push him up against the hall closet and kiss him.
Well, it's time I make the first move. And I did just that.
Before I had the chance to pull back, Nick took over and picked me up, putting me over his shoulder. "Nick! Put me down!" I yelled, trying not to laugh. "Nope!" I could tell he was smirking. That famous Jonas smirk will never leave his face.
When we got to my room, he gently dropped me on the bed and crawled on top of me. Leaning down towards my ear, he whispered the forbidden three words that aren't meant to be said in a teenage relationship. "I love you."
I looked into his eyes, but sadly, couldn't read them.
"And I meant it. I'm fine now. I'm not drunk, or on drugs, or anything. I really mean it; I love you." Nick said, looking at me.
"I love you too, Nick." I replied. He smiled a sincere smile and leaned down to kiss me.
Well, I guess I went against my better judgment. But you know what? It felt pretty damn good.
nooo its just a story we all its not nick but it makes the story better
arnticute95 3 years ago 4
omg!
this is soo good.
ha! he might wake Elliot
kirameki8ino 3 years ago 3