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Chapter 8

Nick woke up in the morning to the smell of food. He quickly went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and combed his hair. He, then, made his way downstairs, following the aroma of food. "This is not a bad way to wake up every morning!"Nick thought. He entered the kitchen, his stomach about to burst open if it didn't get that food soon. He reached the table and the sight nearly made him fall over. Home-made chocalate chip pancakes. Thin strips of bacon and sausage. Some orange juice. It all looked so good. He sat down, grabbed a fork, and began eating the pancakes.

Just then a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see none other than Paradise. "Who cooked this?" he asked with a mouthful of pancakes.

Paradise laughed. "I did. Is it good?"

Nick's eyes widened. "You cooked this?" Nick grabbed a napkin and began spitting the pancakes out. He "accidentally" spilled the glass of orange juice, leaving shattered glass on the floor. He threw the napkin into the trachcan and said, "No way I'm eatin' your cookin'. Don't know what kinda poison you put in there!" He grabbed his keys and headed out the door, leaving a hurt Paradise to clean up the mess.

When Nick came home later that afternoon with the guys, he found the house to be spotless. Even his housecleaner, an elderly women by the name of Maria, didn't clean his house this well. Everything was spotless, shiny, tidy, and...perfect.

"Whoa Nick! This is the first time that I'm not scared I'm gonna break my neck in your house. Who'd you hire to do this? I gotta get her to do my house." Kevin said.

"I don't know! I guess the she-devil probably hired someone to do this." Nick shrugged.

"Where is she anyway? I haven't gotten to see your wife yet!" Howie exclaimed.

"That sounds so disgusting. How can I possibly be married to that!" Nick said sticking his tongue out.

"Well where is she?" Howie asked once again.

"I don't know! I don't keep track of her. Probably off sleepin' with some guy and tryin' to get pregnant with his baby!" Nick screamed throwing his hands up in the air.

Just then, Paradise came down the stairs. "Um...hey I didn't know you had company." Paradise said smiling slightly.

"Well I do! Problem?" Nick asked sharply.

Paradise just shook her head. "Do ya'll want anything to drink?" she asked politely.

"Yeah um could you get me a coke?" AJ asked.

"Mountain Dew!" Kevin said.

"Coke!" Howie said.

"Coke!" Brian repeated.

Paradise went into the kitchen to get the drinks. "Dude, she's a hot bitch!" AJ said, watching Paradise's retrieving figure.

"When you divorce her, you can keep her as a maid! 'Cause for a spoiled rich girl, she cleans pretty good." Brian said.

Pretty soon Paradise came back with her drinks. "Here you go!" she said smiling.

"Um..I changed my mind, get me a coke too!" Kevin said. Paradise nodded and got the coke. "Actually, do you have any beer?" Paradise came back with a can of beer. "Never mind, just get me some Mountain Dew!"

Paradise was getting frustrated but she didn't let it show as she came back with a can of Mountain Dew. She could hear the snickers she was getting from the guys, but who could blame them. Afterall, she was the reason their best friend's life was getting ruined.

"Dude! She doesn't crack at all. What's up with that?" Howie asked.

"She probably is a gold-digger. Probably used to this." Brian said as he raised the can to his lips. "I don't buy the whole rich-girl, daughter of lawyer story. 'Cause if that were true, she would probably have this house filled with antiques by now! I'm tellin' you, she's playin' some kinda game!"

"Tell me something I don't know!" Nick said.

Brian put a comforting hand around Nick's shoulders. "Whatever you do, we're here to back you up. We may not always agree on your actions, but we will always be here to support and help you. Got that?"

Nick nodded.

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