"Ha, ha!" Nick said, in a baby voice.
"God, you are so immature!" I shouted, getting annoyed by his immature actions.
Whatever, come on, let's play!" He said,with excitement, and eagerness filling his voice.
"Damn!" Nick cursed, "I can't believe you won two times in a row!" He said, with an angry pout.
"Well, yeah, everyone knows you suck at Nintendo, Carter, which is pretty surprising with the fact that you only play it ALL the time!" I yelled all in one breath, unable to hold back all my laughter.
"Well..." Nick began, but then later couldn't find anything else to say.
"Ha, ha! Now its MY turn to laugh!" I said, referring back to the time when he laughed histerically because of reahing his room first.
"Why's that?" He questioned, with his puppy dog eyes expression, which he knows I CAN'T resist.
"Becaue you couldn't think of a come-back."I answered, giggling a little. We kept arguing in a friendly way for about the whole rest of the hour. I had already called my mom, and told her I would stay at Nick's house until twelve or so, and she accepted because she trusted me with this situation. After all, this was Nick Carter, "the polite gentleman, and the boy next door type of guy," in my mom's opinion. And, I'm glad she thought that... But, I still knew there was a whole other side to Nick, which I might get to see... soon.
Straight out of nowhere, Nick stated,"Sarah, I actually wanted you to stay so we could talk about that kiss."
"Okay, well, I want to began out with telling you that... (long pause... deep breath)... that ... I felt something, and I think I have feelings for you, Nick." Whoa, damn! I can't believe I said that, I thought, even though I was pleasantly surprised that I had the courage to, and that it was now out in the open.
"Great, well do you wanna...?" Nick asked, not really knowing how to ask me to go out with him.
"Sure, I'd love to!" I said, without even thinking. That whole other side to Nick, I'm willing to see it. Probably about now... "Ahhhhhhhhh, noooooooooo!" I shouted, trying my best to run away from Nick quickly. He was chasing me around like he always used to do when we were little because I had poured ice cold water on him from his pool out in his backyard when he wasn't looking. I jumped over one of his couches, and went to the back of it, my hands touching the rich, beige leather. I faked a left, then I went right, which led me to the kitchen, which was just as small as the Backstreet Boys' tour bus kitchen was!
"You cant get me! Na na na na na!" I said, having the funnest time, since his party, of course. I stuck my tongue out at him, and when he got closer to me, while catching up, I backed up, walking backwards, until I tripped. My back hit the fridge, and with Nick's slippery tiled kitchen floor, he tripped clumsily, as he fell too, but, on top of me.
"I've got a slight, slight idea..." Nick exclaimed, after him, and me, just finished getting out ALL of our giggles from being such klutzes. Oh no, I thought. Not the tickling! "Yes, it's the tickling!" He said, saying what I had thought before. That's how good we know each other. And, with that, he started tickling me so much that I felt like any minute now I was going to explode. But not that I mind him doing that... Water from his silky hair fell on me, and I could feel his chest right on mine because his shirt was basically see-through now. I was wet, just like him...
I couldn't even catch my breath. I just finished laughing from before when I fell because I had hit the fridge. I mean, come on! But, this is really fun, and we are having a good time .......... which is all that matters...
