We got to my house and I threw my bag on the kitchen counter, Nick took a bottle of soda and some plastic cups and went up to my room, after throwing off my shoes in the hallway closet I grabbed a bag of potato chips, doritoes, pretzels, and popped a bag of popcorn. We kinda were in the mood to pig out if you hadn't guessed.

"Ang, got enough food there?"

"No, but it was all I could find." We both laughed.

"So what movie do you want to watch first?"

"How about...." He looked through all my movies, "How about....?"

"How about what Nickers??" He smiled, and took out 'Billy Madison'

"How many times are we going to watch this movie?"

"I dunno but I wanna see it!"

"OK I don't care." I put it in my VCR. My bed is up against the wall it's a double bed and there's a couch and than my TV and a table and other stuff. So we laid on our stomachs with our heads at the foot of the bed watching the coming attractions to 'Billy Madison.' I didn't pay much attention to the movie, I was concentrating more on what to tell Nick. Me and Justin have been good friends since fourth grade. I had always had a small crush on him up until ninth grade. That's when Nick came back. But last summer the ending of tenth Nick told me he loved me ad left. This year in eleventh grade, Justin and I had become closer. I never forgot the feelings I had for Nick, I sort of shoved them to the back of my mind. Put them on hold so to speak. Nothing between us actually happened. We had hooked up during the year a couple of times. But nothing more. And you cannot blame me, he's a hottie but I still loved Nick. You'd probably say what is she talking about Nick Carter Backstreet boy HELLO! But really he's my bestest best friend in the whole entire world and you can't call it "cheating" because me and Nick never went out we were never a "couple." But I wasn't going to miss out on some of the most exciting experiences in my sophomore year. No one else would miss up the opportunity, so therefore neither would I.

I leaned on my elbows and thought about what to do. "What's the matter?" I looked up at Nick.

"Oh nothing just tired I guess." I looked over at the clock and it was 10:45. I didn't even notice it get dark out.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah I'm positive."

"Cause if you want me to go, I'll leave." He started getting up but I pinned him to the bed.

"Don't go." My Mom had gotten home by 7:45. We weren't here when she got home but the car as in the driveway the only thing was that she wasn't in the house.

"Nick did you hear my Mom leave at all?"

"Nope why?"

"I don't know I just realized she's not here." "Oh, so you mean to tell me that we've been home alone, with the house all to ourselves and we didn't do anything, man what a waste of time!" I laughed.

"Your such a dork."

"I'm not a dork! Besides she's probably at my house having BBQ with my parents." I looked at the clock again, "At 11:00?" He just shrugged "They talk a lot! Now back to being alone..." He grinned and laid on top of my with his arms around my waist. "Nick do you enjoy being annoying?" He was pinching my cheeks.

"Mmmhmm..." I sighed. He laid on top of me with his elbows propped up on both sides of me, watching the movie. I on the other hand was LOOKING at HIM! His eyes, his lips, the way he breathed, the feel of his body on mine. After that all I remember is thinking about our friendship over the years.

Sighing and taking in the smell of Nick's cologne I realized I'd been thinking of him way to much to be waking up smelling his aroma. But when my eyes focused and I came out of my deep slumber, I realized it was Nick who was on top of me. I let out a slight shriek, but quickly shut myself up before he woke up. He was sleeping so peacefully. I lightly brushed the golden locks out of his face. After 10 minutes of staring at him I slipped out from beneath him, he was not completely on top of me sorta half on half off. And draped a blanket over him. I quietly went downstairs searching for my Mother, looking at the clock I realized she had been long gone for work. Dad wouldn't be home from Paris until Thursday so I knew he wouldn't be home, for another three days. I took a shower and it was 12:15 when I came out. I came out of my bathroom clothed in A+F tank top and capris. I saw Nick was laying on his side facing the wall. I couldn't see if he was awake or not so I knelt down on the bed and tried to look at his face. I didn't want to wake him so I was heading for the door to go downstairs. I'd figure I'd make some...brunch?

"I'm awake." I turned around and saw Nick on his side this time facing me. He sat up and ran his fingers through his sunkissed hair trying to get his bedhead, in some sort of order. It didn't help too much though. It was cute and sexy in the same way. He laughed and got up. He gave me a good morning hug.
"Morning. I was watching this morning. I like your methods." I smiled.

"Are you hungry?" I looked up at him. He shrugged.

"A little, I guess." He smiled.

"Do you feel like pancakes or waffles or.."

"Anything's fine" smiling again, this time it made me melt into the carpet.

"OK than I'll make pancakes...and eggs..sound good?" his eyes meet mine and something clicked and it felt right.

"Anything you say sounds good." Grinning to myself I led him downstairs. He observed my everyone move just like he used to.

"I can help you out with that." I was standing on my toes trying to reach the box of flour on the top shelf. with ease Nick took the bag of flour down from the shelf. I started measuring the flour. Nick had an eyelash on his cheek brushing it away with my finger caused flour to smear on the side of his face.
"Hey!"

"What? It looks good on you." He grinned and scooped some up on his finger and taped it on my nose,
"So uncalled for, Nickers"

"Looks better on you than me." I giggled and tossed more flour at him, leading us into a gigantic flour battle. After 30 minutes of clowning around, we both ended up on the floor in a fit of giggles. I was sitting on Nick's lap still giggling from him tickling me. there was flour everywhere! ON the counter, on the floor, on the stove, in the sink, mostly on Nick and I.

"Don't you think we should clean this up? Before your Mom gets home?" I nodded and he helped me up. It didn't take as long as I excepting to clean up and when I glanced at the clock it was 1:45. "Screw breakfast, Ang. Let's go over to my place and order a pizza." He asked with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"Why? Are you getting sick of my house? I teased him and smiled.

"Sure let's go." He took my hand and ran out the back down the beach towards his house.

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