Hm haven't gotten any comments on any of my last four videos so I don't know if anyone is really watching (did get 35~ views on When It All Falls Apart though!) but I will continue to trudge through
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As many times as I've been at Nick's house in the past 2 weeks, I haven't ever been inside of his room. We usually enjoyed sitting out on the porch together or hanging out at the park.
My first reaction to his room was relief. At least he's not some lunatic. His room was clean and organized, just like Nick himself. Even the bed was made. He had a few posters of his favorite artists like Elvis Costello and The Beatles hanging on the wall.
My second reaction was excitement. Letting someone into your home is one thing, but your bedroom? That's serious. At least in my mind.
Nick sat down on the edge of the bed. "Have a seat wherever."
I sat down on the floor in front of him. The carpet was nice and soft and almost fluffy, like a girl's carpet should be. "I like your posters," I said. "I love Elvis."
"Really? Me too. Clearly. What's your favorite song?"
"Hm, I really like 'She' and 'A Good Year for the Roses.'"
"'I Don't Wanna Go to Chelsea' is my favorite."
After that, I get up and walk around the room. He had a set of drawers that had pictures on it. I looked through them, scanning each one, and stopped when I saw a picture of Nick and Nicole. I traced a finger across the picture.
"What are you doing?" Nick said acidly, suddenly at my side.
I felt intimidated so I choked on my words when I said, "Uh... pictures... looking at--"
Nick grabbed the photo of him and Nicole and slammed it on the ground, shattering its frame. "Nick, what's the matter with you?" I asked him with a hint of worry.
He didn't seem to take it that way. "What's the matter with me?" He laughed. "Nothing's the matter! I'm perfectly fine! Can't you tell?!" He spun around, his back to me.
I put my hand on his shoulder and chose my words carefully. Something was really wrong. "Why did you break that picture? What happened with Nicole?"
Suddenly, he spun around, faster than I had time to process it. "Don't you EVER talk about Nicole. EVER!"
"Nick, I wasn't--"
"Selena, do you understand me?"
"Nick, I'm just asking--"
"Do. You. Understand." After a few seconds of me not answering, Nick must have got fed up with it and he threw me out of his room, screaming, "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"
I had no idea what was going on, but I wasn't planning on staying any longer to figure it out. I grabbed my stuff as quickly as possible and ran out the door, tears streaming down my face, without a goodbye to Demi, but I didn't care. I didn't care.
ahww really good! I cant wait for the next one! :)
HorseriderHP14 10 months ago
keep writing! you're doing a great job
boredlikekrazzy 10 months ago