Us; I love that

I held my breathe as I stepped into the parking lot. Nick did amazing today. He had a sore leg, but I helped as much as he’d let me. I swear-that boy is stubborn. Not only would he not let me carry his bag while he practically limped everywhere, he insisted on carrying mine. He had to pry it away from me, and boy was that a scene. But he was completely adorable.

“Nick. Stop,” I sighed as we walked a little more. I saw him roll those beautiful brown eyes.

“Mitchie the car is, what? 10 feet away?” he muttered.

“At least let me carry the bags…” I reached for mine, yanking it away from him.

“No,” he growled, carefully tugging on it.

“Let go Nick.” I had to hold back laughter as he tugged on my bag.

“You let go Mitchie. I’m carrying your bag for 10 more feet-deal with it.” He flashed me that amazing smile, getting close to my face. I froze as he pulled the bag away, flinging it over his shoulder. His warm breathe touched my lips sending shivers throughout my body. Before I could tackle him, he pressed his soft lips to mine and moved them gently. I smiled into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulled away a few seconds later, his cheeks slightly pink. A lot of people didn’t pay attention to us as a couple, so they were beginning to get used to it. Either way, I didn’t care.

He grabbed my hand, stepping forward. I couldn’t help but smile and pull myself closer to him. He set his head on top of mine as we walked through the almost empty parking lot to Nick’s temporary car. I shuttered just looking at it. I had a nightmare about the crash and I started crying my eyes out in the darkness. It didn’t help that I couldn’t see Nick until morning.

“You okay?” he asked, concern washing over his angelic features.

“I’m fine… but are you?” I asked, glancing at his leg.

He sighed, pausing his steps and looking into my eyes. He gently grabbed my face between his hands and pressed our foreheads together. “I’m perfectly fine Mitchie. Honestly. It’s just sore, I’ve had worse in football. So don’t worry about me, please,” he said quietly. His eyes were almost pleading with me.

“I’m just worried about you…” I said shakily, seeing what happened over and over in my mind.

“Please Mitchie. I’m here. I’m great,” he whispered.

I shut my eyes, feeling tears coming. “But you weren’t…”

“No Mitchie. I was fine. I’m fine. Your fine, right?” he questioned, stroking my face gently. It ignited sparks within me. I nodded. “Then why are you still hung up on this…” he said quietly. I opened my eyes to see his face worried.

“You… you could’ve died-” I choked out, letting a tear fall. he immediately kissed it away.

“Your not getting rid of me that easy. Trust me,” he whispered, staring into my eyes. I felt like chuckling lightly, but he was serious and so was I. I never wanted him to leave. I nodded, giving him a slight smile and leaning up to kiss him again. He immediately returned the favor, pulling me closer. I never wanted to let go and I felt like I had to tell him that. I started sobbing and he immediately pulled away, searching me frantically. “Mitchie? Mitchie please… what’s wrong?” I shook my head as he spoke caringly. “Baby tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded. My heart skipped at him calling me baby. It was so sweet.

“I don’t want to ever lose you,” I whimpered, trying to see through my hazy eyes. He looked at me sternly.

“You won’t. I’m here. I’ll always be here. No matter what. I love you,” I watched his eyes and the pure honestly leaving them. The love leaving them. All these amazing emotions leaving them to radiate through me. I couldn’t help but smile at the way he made me feel.

“Okay Nick,” I whispered as he wiped my tears. No doubt people were staring, but neither of us ever cared. He kissed my temple, leading us to the car once more.

I glanced up as he stuck our bags in the backseat, holding my hand so I couldn’t open the door myself. Such the gentleman. It was amazing how almost all the snow was melted.

“New car?” I heard a shrill voice ask. I snapped my head up, seeing Missy. My heart started to race and I felt my fists clench. She smiled that idiotic grin. “A shame… I liked the old one,” she smirked at Nick.
“You did it,” I snapped, watching her smile slightly.

“Did what?” she asked innocently. My blood was boiling and I pulled myself away from a hesitant Nick.

“You messed with his car,” I growled, narrowing my eyes at her. I wanted so badly just to slap the shit right out of her. If I did-she’d end up dead.

She smirked. “No I didn’t.”

“Right. Because your too much of an idiotic bimbo to even know what a car does. You couldn’t find your way out of the skank bag if you had too-not like you’d want too anyway. Tell me Missy- is a guys pants the only thing you know your way around, or do you have your own instruction manual?” I practically yelled. Her eyes widened in surprise as she glared.

“If I’m so dumb then how come I got someone to do it for me?” she hissed. My eyes widened. I couldn’t take it. I felt Nick’s gaze on me as leaned forward.

“Bitch,” I snarled, throwing myself at her. She screamed as I tackled her to the hard cement. I couldn’t stop myself. I thre punches right and left, smashing pretty much her whole ugly face in. I kicked and pulled, leaving her squirming everywhere and it was happening so fast.

“STOP!” she yelled, trying to grab my hair, but I wasn’t having it.

“You could’ve killed him!” I yelled between my tears and punches.

“I-I was-AH!” she growled as I slapped her cheek. “I wanted to get to you!” she yelled out. I stopped my actions, letting her sit up slightly, until I grabbed her collar and pushed her down.

“You almost killed him just to get at me,” I muttered. Before I could do anything else, Nick spoke up.

“Stop. Just stop!” he snapped. I looked up at his angry face, automatically regretting this.

“Nick-”

“Mitchie. Don’t,” he interrupted. I got off Missy, feeling my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. “Missy-leave me alone. Don’t talk to me. Don’t talk to Mitchie. Leave US alone,” he said slowly with an edge to his voice. Again… I couldn’t push the thought of him looking completely sexy away. Missy jumped up, running in a direction down the street. I looked down at the cracked pavement, feeling absolutely worthless. Nick opened the door and I got in without looking at him. He shut the door, causing a loud click before he made his way around the drivers side. I felt him slide in and close the door, but he didn’t start the car. I felt his intense gaze on me and I had to look up with shame written on my face. “Mitchie…” he said softly. I was surprised. I thought he’d be yelling at me. Telling me how stupid I was. I looked into his deep eyes, wanting to know what was up.

“I-I’m sorry-” I started, getting cut off by his lips. I was completely shocked, but it electrified me like always and I didn’t need a second thought to kiss back. I hesitated though, causing him to pull away.

“It wasn’t right… you almost killed her,” he smiled slightly, causing me to blush. “But I guess I want to say thank you… for caring so much about me,” he whispered. I bit my lip, looking through my bangs at his soft expression.

I sighed. “So you don’t hate me?” I asked quietly.

“I love you and no one can change that. Just don’t do anything stupid,” he said sternly. I nodded, still ashamed of myself. He held out his arms, urging me to hug him. “I’m not mad at you. I’m not disappointed or disgusted. Whatever your thinking-I’m not. I’m a little upset… you could’ve hurt yourself. But I love you,” I smiled, flinging myself into his arms. He automatically pulled me closer. I could feel his chest moving slightly as he breathed and I could smell his wonderful scent. And I was so in love with him. Missy deserved that, and although I hated doing it-what the heck! I loved it! Even though it wasn’t right, it felt great to just get her and let her know never to mess with Nick again because he was mine and I was his. It just seems like a repeat-fighting Missy over and over.

Nick pressed his lips to my cheek and kissed down my jaw line lightly. And I didn’t know what hit me, but I had this… urge to be even closer to him. What did that mean? what was I thinking about? He pulled away, smiling slightly, pink touching his soft cheeks before he let me sit back properly. I felt my cheeks get warm. What was I really thinking about?