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So like in the middle of the chapter it just like... Idk man... Have fun reading this shit

William

I sometimes hated kissing people. There was this awkwardness afterwards either just for a moment or for 3 years, especially when you see them in the hallways. (Sorry Mandy from freshmen year.)

But whenever Nicholas's lips left mine, we both just smiled before we kissed again, already addicted to each other's lips.

I thought Anthony's lips were addicting... I could've overdosed on Nicholas's the second they connected with mine.

I truly never wanted to feel his lips apart from mine. They were so warm and comforting in some way.

I've kissed a handful of people and I always thought when people said you felt like you were walking on clouds was just a cliche saying that never happened.

But I felt it.

Nothing in the world seemed to bother me when our lips were locked. I could feel a fire igniting in my stomach and my lips cry for more and more.

It was just the best thing I've ever felt and it was just a kiss.

Nicholas and I just laid there for a moment on the bathroom floor, my body on top of his. His hazel-green eyes studied mine as his thumb constantly swiped across my lips, pressing his own against them for just a second, feeding at my addiction.

"Why do you do this to me?" He suddenly says, letting out a small groan in frustration. "I don't want to hurt you."

What the hell is he talking about? I furrow my brows, tilting my head as I tried to figure out what he meant by that. "What?"

"I like you. I really like you," Nicholas started, his eyes meeting mine again, a pained look on his face. "But I have horrible commitment issues and I suck at relationships because I always lose interest or pick people apart or I don't show enough emotion or..."

I frown at his words, my heart groaning in reply. "You're going to lose interest in me? And you might cheat on me?"

His eyes widened as he quickly shook his head, "of course not. I know I wouldn't lose interest in you, my mind just does it. I always pick people apart and I find things I hate about them and-"

"What do you hate about me?" I whisper, my stomach churning. I felt so sick. I felt heartbroken for some reason and I wasn't even dating him. I just liked him. "Am I boring?"

Nicholas sat up causing me to fall. He lifts his knees, holding me up as he leaned against the wall, my legs still on both sides of him.

"I hate nothing about you." He tells me, looking down at my hands. "I am a very judgy person. My mind pin points stupid things and makes me dislike that person. I've ruined so many friendships and relationships because of it. But with you, there's nothing wrong with you."

I scoff, rolling my eyes. I felt some anger start to overflow in me. "You're just saying that. What do you hate about me? Is my face ugly? Am I fat? Am I boring? Does my voice annoy you? Is my laugh weird? You can just tell me."

Nicholas again shakes his head, his slender fingers running down my clothed arms in a somewhat soothing way. "Im serious, there is absolutely nothing I pin pointed. You're just perfect."

I couldn't help but grin, "I am?"

"Yes, I don't believe in perfect. But in everyway, in my mind and I know in everybody else's, you are." He assured with a small kiss on my nose. "I don't want to hurt you ever. You're such a good person and you deserve someone who constantly has bad relationships."

I didn't want anyone else. I think Nicholas is the most perfect person ever created. He wasn't stuck up, he wasn't judgemental (even if he thinks he is), he was weird in his own special way... I like everything about him.

"I don't think so."

He smiles as he brought his face closer to mine. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Let me get hurt, I don't care."

Nicholas chuckles, shaking his head. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I ever hurt you."

"Then don't hurt me... Simple as that." I assured with a grin, only causing him to laugh again. "I really like you too, ya know."

"Do you now?"

I hum, "mhm, I do." My hands cup his cheeks. "You know what happens when two people like each other?"

"They try to hide it and then become fuck buddies. Then leave each other and find each other again 10 years later, then run away to Paris together."

I widened my eyes, staring at him. "What the hell?" Nicholas just grins innocently, letting out a small giggle. "That's not what I had in mind..."

He shrugs, "it's just a fantasy I have." What the fuck does this boy do in his free time? "Sorry. Anyways, what are we going to do? You like me, I like you, we kissed, I have a nice ass, where does that leave us?"

I swear, my cheeks hurt from smiling too much as I did so again, laughing too at his words. "We can be friends with benefits?"

Nicholas tapped his chin as he thought, "I've always wanted one of those." I snicker. He smirks at me. "Fuck buddies it is then!"

My eyes enlarges as I gasp. "What? I was kidding!"

"Oh."

I open my mouth, but nothing came out. Pain hit my chest and I huffed. Is Nick just going to be another guy that uses me for sex?

"I'm kidding, William." He added, patting my thigh gently. "I couldn't do that. I like you too much to not want to date you as well."

"Okay..." I trail off, waiting for him to speak. I clear my throat, gesturing for him to talk. "Aren't you going to ask me something?"

"What?" Nicholas scowls, "me? Shouldn't you ask me?"

"You asked me to kiss me!"

"You let me!"

I scrunch my face, "what does that have to do with anything? Why wouldn't I let you?" He shrugs, his hands coming in contact with mine, rubbing at my knuckles. Something hit me. "Wait, you're gay?"

"Well, of course, I am. Do I look straight too you?" He asked with a playful eye roll. "Okay, fine, I'll do it. William, will you be lawful and wedded boyfriend?"

I giggle, butterflies rushing around in my stomach. "I do."

"May I kiss the bride, again?"

"Yes, you shall." I then gasp, "wait bride?"

He didn't reply, only smash his lip into mine, a smile on his gorgeous face.

"Did it occur to you that we kissed and started dating in a bathroom, next to a toilet?"

My eyes darted towards Nicholas, who was reading a book, his glasses hanging on the tip of his nose. I push them up while answering, "I mean..." I grumble, "why'd you have to bring that up?"

He giggles, looking back down at the pages of the book. "I was just pointing it out." Nick's warm hand was rubbing at my calf, which made me sleepy in some odd way.

My eyes shifted back to the TV, trying to keep my eyes open. It was only 11  o'clock, but I'm used to passing out shortly after dinner from no energy.

I was still stuffed from dinner a handful of hours ago and I wanted to just curl up in a blanket to sleep.

The fan above me was the only other noise in the room, except for the movie playing at a low volume. A blanket covered the top half of my body as I sunk into the couch.

A small yawn came from Nicholas, then another. He looked at his wrist, reading the watch on it. "Oh, it's already eleven."

"Up past your bed time?" I teased, nudging his leg with my foot. His eyes wandered over to me, narrowing them playfully. "Is it?"

"Perhaps." He mumbled, looking at his wrist watch again. "Are you getting tired? You look tired, are you tired?"

I shrug, "a bit. I like being out here with you though."

"Well, I sleep naked, so that's why the spare bedroom is all set up." I huff, sitting up slightly onto my elbow. "I'm kidding, sorta. I kick in my sleep usually, though."

I shrug, crawling closer to him.

After changing into the clothes that I brought for the weekend, I plopped onto Nicholas's bed, watching as he turned on his fan.

"Good night." I whisper, standing from his bed so he could sleep.

He frowns, grabbing my wrist, "can you stay in here until I fall asleep?" (legit what I have to do with my sister right now... Every single night I see her, she's always like 'just stay in here until I go to sleep')

I reluctantly agreed, switching off the light switch before I crawled into the bed with him. Instantly, his arms wrap around my waist, trapping me.

"I can't leave after you sleep if you do this."

Nicholas hums, pressing a kiss to my ear, "that's the whole point." His hands trailed down my bare arms, reminding me that I had a short sleeve shirt on.

Just before he got to my forearm, his hand ran back up my arm, continuing the pattern.

"What does your mom work as?" I whisper into the darkness, hoping he wasn't already asleep.

"Hair dresser. Normally for padgents, wedding, or any big events." Nick softly replies, pulling me closer to him. "She has to do girls hair at a padgent tomorrow morning, then a dance recital tomorrow night, then on Sunday is someone's wedding."

"Oh." I gasp gently, licking my chapped lips. "That's really cool. All my mom does is run a coffee shop that she makes me work at, massages people, and take care of 5 kids."

Nicholas laughs weakly, "your mom is a massage therapist?"

I nod, "yeah, she always tries to crack my neck to help me relax. I think she's trying to wring my neck, but apparently she does it to her clients." He laughs again. "Then my dad just works in an office and drinks coffee all the time."

"What does he works as?"

I shrug, "I'm not sure anymore. I think at a bank, or one of those spam callers that advertises their product." Then I hum. "Or a journalist. I forgot which."

"So your dad could either work as a banker, spam caller, or journalist?" Nicholas questioned with uncertainty. I nod. "Yeah, cause those are all very much alike."

"Right?"

He snickers quietly, continuing to rub my arm. "Does Gabrielle work?"

I shrug again, "I'm not sure. She tried getting an internship as a journalist, but I don't know how that went. Then she applied for Starbucks, which upset my mom. Then she got fired from Burger King cause she slept with her manager gor a higher raise."

"Her manager fired her for that?"

I shake my head, "oh, no, someone caught them. So she cussed out the person who caught them and the boss fired her for scaring a kid."

"Oh, wow." Nicholas mumbled with a yawn. "Your family is... interesting."

I nodded in agreement, laying my hand on his. "Mhm, they are. They scare me sometimes."

Nick smiles against my shoulder, pressing a kiss into it, "tell me about your home life. How's that like?"

"What do you mean?"

He hums, "do you get in trouble a lot? Do you get enough attention? Do you think you're secretly the favorite?"

"Oh, uh, I don't really get in trouble much. My parents are chill. I somewhat get attention, I'm a middle child and my sisters always make everything about them, so...."

Nicholas shifted a bit on his bed, keeping his arms around me. "Do they know you're... Bi? Gay?"

I nod, "yes, they know I am interested in guys."

"How'd you tell them?"

I laugh, "I didn't tell them. I told Lucille and she told Gabby, who is the biggest blabber mouth ever. So she told my parents and they asked me about it, so I told them the truth. Does your mom know about you?"

He nodded against my shoulder, "yeah, I told her two years ago after she caught me kissing her friends son. She was happy about it though, she didn't want me to bring girls over."

"Why?"

"She wants to be the only women in my life." He laughs, yawning right after. "I think she'll be happy that I'm dating you."

"Is she used to you dating a lot of people?"

Nicholas nips at my skin teasingly, "I don't date a lot of people, honestly. I've never brought anyone home for her anyways,  because I knew the relationships wouldn't last. I just told her about them."

"Oh." My stomach twisted at the thought of him with anyone else.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to talk about it. You're more important than any one else I've ever liked."

"That makes me feel better."

He chuckles at my sarcasm, "sorry, next topic." Nick then yawns, his arms tightening around me.

"You should get some sleep."

"So should you." I turn my body so I was facing him, my hands pressing against his chest. He hums in agreement, pressing his lips softly against my forehead. "Good night, Nicholas. Sleep well."

"Sweet dreams. Good night, William."

My heart <3