Nicole's POV:

I was warm. Too warm.

I opened my bleary eyes, finding myself shocked to see Andy's bare chest. I scrambled away from him instantly, nearly falling out of bed in the process. Apparently in my tired sleepiness, I curled up next to Andy, (and when did he rand his shirt off?), and we basically cuddled all night. Not awkward at all.

My rash actions caused for Andy to stir, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he sat up on his elbows, gazing lazily at me.

"Morning Princess," he yawned, and I squealed inside. His morning voice is so attractive.

"Morning," I managed to squeak out, averting my gaze, "what happened to your shirt?"

He shrugs, sitting up and batting the question away. I sigh and get up as well, darting around the room to straighten things up quickly. Really, it's spotless, but it gives me something to do and allows for me to avoid eye contact. Even though he basically declared his love for me - which I'm still uncertain of - I can't help but feel shy and awkward around him once again.

Andy's gaze follows me as I bustle about, before he has enough of my weirdness, and pulls me over to him, locking me in his strong embrace. Once again, I'm at a loss for words.

Andy nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, almost breathing me in as I try to comprehend the current situation. It still feels just as surreal and strange as before.

"Do you want some breakfast?" I ask, breaking the silence.

He pulls away reluctantly and nods, grinning before pecking my nose. I don't know how to respond, so I ignore it, and move away, darting off to the kitchen at lightning speed. I don't like being alone with Andy, yet I also love it. It makes me feel both alive and yet uncomfortable, because I know inside that this is a sick joke of sorts.

"Eggs? Pancakes? Muffins?" I ask as I look through the fridge for ingredients; anything to keep me busy. When I glance back, Andy is leaning against the counter, eying the place curiously.

"Where are you parents?"

I shrug, glancing out the window to look for their cars. Sure enough, there's nothing there. The disappointment permanently lodged in my chest pulses at there lack of presence, but it isn't unexpected.

"Out," I mumble, gathering the recipe for chocolate chip muffins.

"All night?" He raises an eyebrow, "you'd've been all alone."

I shrug nonchalantly; he's right, but it doesn't matter. I've never been important to them, nothing is going to make that start.

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"What do you want to do today?"

I glanced up above my muffin to see Andy already finished three. I shrug in response, picking away at the chocolate chips.

He stands up abruptly, dragging me up as well, "I'm taking you out! Let's go get ice cream!"

"It's autumn, you know that right?" I counter back.

"Where's your sense of adventure?"

"It's not being adventurous if it's stupidity!"

he he waves me off, his eyes twinkling with mischief. It's the first time I notice that he's only wearing boxers. Dear lord... Nope, avert your eyes Nicole.


I go upstairs to change, tossing Andy his clothes before I shut the doors. That when I begin to freak out. What do I wear?! Why is this so hard?!

I settle on my brown combat boots, black leggings, a black tank top and a black cardigan, shoving my diamond studs through the holes in my ear. I decided to change my style today, hopefully Andy likes it...

And he does. His eyes nearly popping out of his head at my form-fitting clothing. I smile smugly at him, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the door.

Notes

I'm really sorry but that was a filler update! I debated whether or not I should, but figured since it's the third day of it being out, it makes sense.

So Andy is being sweet? Who thinks this is all a game? Or maybe is it the real deal? Hmm... Interesting. I wonder what Andy's motives are. And where the hell are Nicole's parents?!? Do you guys like how Nicole is slowly coming out of her shell? Is this the real her? Maybe.