Alexis-
Sorry I missed you. I know how the college girls like to party. I’ll come by to see you later.
~Yours truly
Nick read the note, “You’re coming home with me.”
“That’s okay…”
“Alex, you are coming home with me end of discussion.” Alex opened her mouth to argue but Nick stopped her, “Are you trying to make me mad?” Alex shook her head.
“Well, let me get..”
“No!” Nick stopped her from going in, “Don’t go in.”
“But I need…”
“NO ALEX. You can borrow whatever you need from B.J.” Nick said practically dragging her away from the door.
On the way home neither one of them said much. They were both in some deep thinking when Nick finally said something, “When are we moving in?”
“What?”
“To the house.”
“I don’t know…I hadn’t thought about it.”
“Well, we need to start shopping for furniture, unless you have something against it.”
Alex stuck out her tongue, “Very funny. How about this weekend?”
Nick grinned, “It’s a date.”
As they drove up the drive they saw that he kitchen light was still on. Nick walked thru the backdoor, with Alex right behind him, to find his parents talking, “Oh hi honey, we were wondering when you wo…” Mrs. Carter trailed off as she saw Alex standing behind Nick. “Did something happen?” Mrs. Carter asked, her mothering sense kicking in
“Alex had a note on her door from the stalker.” Nick answered
“Oh honey,” Mrs. Carter got up from the table and gave Alex a hug, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Nick is more freaked out than I am.”
“Well, what am I suppose to do when some lunatic is trying to kill you?!?” Nick blew up Alex looked at him blankly and then wrapped her arms around his waist. Nick sighed and rested his chin on top of her head, “I’m sorry.” Nick mumbled. Alex didn’t say anything.
“You can sleep in he guest bedroom Alex, unless you….” Mrs. Carter looked at her son
Alex knew where she was going, “The guestroom will be fine, thank you.” Alex said pulling away from Nick.
Mrs. Carter nodded and looked at her husband, “Well, we will leave you two to talk, but Alex if you need anything, just ask.”
“Thank you Mrs. C.”
Mr. and Mrs. Carter left and Nick looked at Alex, “Are you tired?”
“No, not really. I don’t really want to go to sleep.”
Nick nodded and pulled her back over by him, “Are you hungry?”
Alex hit him, “No, we just ate not to long ago.”
“Well, I’m hungry.” Nick said going over and opening the refrigerator. He rummaged around and then opened the freezer, “Oh ice cream.”
Alex laughed as she sat on the counter, “Is there ever a time you are not hungry?”
“Well, I don’t know about when I’m sleeping, but otherwise, no.” He grabbed two spoons and offered one to Alex, she took it and then took a spoonful from the cartoon. Nick stuck a chunk in his mouth, “You wanna go watch tv?”
“Hm, okay.” She jumped off the counter and followed him into the living room.
“Movie, or TV?”
“umm…movie.”
“Do we have to watch a mushy one?”
“Nope, how about Indep. Day?”
Nick laughed, “That’s more like it.”
he stuck the movie in and then went back to the couch where Alex and the ice cream waited.
**
Jane started thru the living room on her way to the kitchen when she spotted her son and her future daughter-in-law asleep on the couch. Nick was stretched out with his feet hanging over the end with Alex curled up beside him. It was an adorable site. She smiled and went to get her camera. She took a couple of pictures and then went to warn her kids not to wake the two.
**
Nick pushed the hair out of his face, it took him a minute to realize the hair wasn’t his. He opened his eyes and looked down to find Alex all curled up beside him. He smiled as she began to stretch and her eyes opened, “Well, good morning sleeping beauty.”
“Morning.” She said sitting up. Nick dropped his hand and the got this disgusted look on his face, “What?” She asked
“I found the ice cream.” He said raising his sticky hand.
“Eww, nasty.” She said getting off the couch, “I’ll get you a dish rag.” She walked into the kitchen, “Oh, I didn’t know you were up.” She said as she found Mrs. Carter making breakfast.
“Oh, did I wake you?”
“Oh no, Nick just found the ice cream.” Mrs. Carter looked at her and then at her son who walked in holding an ice cream carton, “Here.” Alex said handing him the rag.
Nick wiped his hands off, “Well, I better take you home.”
“You’re not taking her home until I can feed the poor thing.” Mrs. Carter said, “Now, get out of my way.”
