Spoiler
So my real life Nick helped me write this.
Chapter 2:
(Nick)
~Singing only keeps me from crying~
She looked beautiful. Even though her eyes were puffy and red. Bit by bit Nick had been able to pull the story out of her, and now they lay on his bed, her face buried in his shoulder.He didn't want her to move. He wanted her to stay there, and stop feeling the pain that was making her cry. He didn’t feel sadness. He felt anger, how could that jerk do this to his… Stop! You can’t think like that! He moved to a more comfortable position, and so did she. Looking into his face.
“Thank you, Nick.”
“You’re welcome, Isis.”
He had called her by that nickname since they both got into Egyptian mythology at the same time.
She smiled slightly, and then her eyes clouded over again with hurt. “Don’t cry,” he said, holding her close.
“I’m done crying. That son of a—“
She was interrupted by Nick’s mom, who had come in on hearing Abigail’s sobs, then left, and now returned with snacks.
“Chocolate ice cream, milk and marshmallows. The recipe to cure a broken heart.” She put the tray down, and stroked Abigail’s hair. “Are you feeling better?”
Abigail nodded, picking up the bowl heaped with scoops of ice cream.
“Good. He isn’t worth your tears. And the one who is, won’t make you cry.” Her eyes flitted to Nick’s face, then back to Abigail’s.
“I’ve heard that somewhere,” Abigail muttered, swirling the melting ice cream around her bowl.
“It’s a quote. And a very wise one to.” On that note, Mrs. Micheals stood up and left the room, winking at Nick as she left.
Nick picked up a bowl of creamy ice cream and spooned it into his mouth, savoring the chocolaty coolness. Abigail snuggled up against him. “Can I stay over here tonight?”
He nodded. She had been doing that a lot lately. Things had been rocky between her and Jake for a while, and she had always come to him. And ended up falling asleep beside him.
Abigail picked up his phone from his bedside table, and dialed her home number.
“Mom? I’m going to stay over at Nick’s house tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow. “
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“Mom, don’t worry about him. He doesn’t matter.”
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“I could care less what he says!”
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“Love you. Good bye!”
As soon as she hung up, she burst into tears.
“What’s the matter?” Nick said, aghast at the new outbreak of tears.
“She said what will Jake ” Abigail wailed
“She didn’t know. Shh, it’s okay. Baby, don’t cry.” He flinched, hoping she didn’t notice the ‘baby’. But no, she was too distraught. “Hey, I have an idea, why don’t we watch the Wizard of Oz?”
She stilled, and then nodded, snuggling against the pillows. Still sniffling.
Nick picked up the DVD that sat with Abigail’s other movies, and inserted it into the DVD slot. Then he went to his popcorn machine and put some in to pop.
Abigail snuggled under his top blanket, and settled back against his arm.
One hundred and one minutes later, Nick glanced down at Abigail. She had fallen asleep, her head nestled on his chest.
He bent down,
Kissing the top of her head.
“Goodnight Princess.”
