Alice

I walk up to them and plop down beside Nick who has a smiling Logan on his lap.

Logan presses random buttons on the remote but Nick's eyes are glued to my bare legs. I was wearing pajama shorts and a tank top.

I didn't realize how close I sat down by Nick until he put his arm around my shoulders on the couch and absentmindedly played with the tank top strap on my shoulder.

Nick helped Logan put on some princess movie and Logan was slowly falling asleep against Nick's strong chest.

I smiled at the sight and snuggled up closer to them with no shame. I had no anxiety in this warm cocoon of fuzzy blankets and Nick's strong arms around me. I loved it.

After some time I hear soft snores coming from Logan and then my eyelids grow heavy.

Nick looks down at Logan and rubs his back softly. There's a small caring smile on his face and I can't help the question I seem to blurt out randomly.

"Do you want kids one day?" I ask surprising us. Myself included.

He looks at me quickly with wide eyes and my cheeks heat in embarrassment.

"I mean I was just saying that because you're so good with Logan." I rephrase.

"Ah... I don't know. Maybe one day... it's just..." he starts to say but stops himself then looks away.

"What is it?" I ask calmly.

"I'm just afraid I'd be a bad father... I don't want to turn out like my own." He whispers and looks embarrassed as soon as he says it.

My heart breaks for him. "If you don't want to be your father, you don't have to be. Look, I don't know him so I really have no say in this- but if you don't want to be like him, you are your own self, Nick." I say honestly.

He nods with a soft smile. "Thank you, Alice."

After a few seconds of silence, I nod and we turn back to the movie.

About an hour later I let exhaustion consume me. I try to keep my eyes open but it's no use. My head falls onto Nick's shoulder and my hand lands by his thigh. I'm too lazy to move so I give into the darkness.

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Nick

She fell asleep on me.

This beautiful... she is just so...

I take in a deep breath inhaling the perfect scent of her hair.

God, I'm in too deep. She's doing things to me I've never felt. I don't do girls. I don't do romance or feelings. And 'feelings' is what I seem to have. It all started at that stupid cemetery. Well, I realized it at the cemetery. I have no clue how long before that day I felt things for her but I guess all the times I needed to keep checking on her meant something. I forced Nelson to watch over her for me because he's the only one who wouldn't try anything. If she just wasn't so... her I wouldn't have to worry about these things right now.

She lets out a small moan in her sleep and snuggles closer to me. Her hand moves up my leg. My heartbeat quickens. Karma from what happened at the ice cream shop earlier...

Except this karma came with a hard on and an urge to grab this beautiful girl and kiss every inch of her.

Her breathing comes out in soft huffs and her eyebrows furrow every once in awhile making me want to soothe the soft look skin.

I find myself admiring the dip of her neck and shoulder. Her plump rose lips are naturally pouted. Beautiful. I lean down and place a lingering kiss to her cheek. Being here with her just feels so right. I gaze at her in content as a small twitch of a smile appears on her lips before disappearing.

I feel a grip on my shirt and Logan cuddles into my side.

Reluctantly I stand up and carry him to the other couch, I fluff a pillow for him and wrap him in a blanket.

I get back to my spot and may or may not have pulled Alice into my side. For warmth of course. My eyes feel heavy and I let them finally close. I can never sleep at home always afraid someone will come in. But being here with Alice I was out quick.

Flashback:

"No Richard. I'm not leaving him!" My mother screams.

I run down the stairs as fast as my legs can take me. I go into the garage and start the motorcycle that I found at the junkyard. I fixed it up with Nelson. Ok, I need a distraction. Tomorrow is my 16th birthday and my dad said he had a surprise for me. He's never given me anything so I don't believe this 'surprise' is a good one. I turn on the base gears and my engine heats up so I can leave this house in a few minutes maybe go down the back alley and find some beers or something.

I pull out my tools and roll up my sleeves. I also pull out a cigarette and light it. I breathe in the smoke and feel my muscles relax. The stress my dumbass father leaves on me is constant. After a few minutes of cleaning, I heard that dreadful door creak open.

I don't turn around I just keep working.

"Face your father you bastard." He yells.

I turn around and not even a second before his fist collides with my stomach. I double over in pain and he uses that opportunity to knock me off balance and I fall onto my bike.

"Fuck you!" I scream at him only to get hit over the head by one of my own tools I left out.

I start to see black spots and blood pours down my forehead. He stalks closer to me and I try to scoot away.

My father's eyes roar with fury and he grabs my forearm in a death grip.

I struggle but it's no use to someone whose stronger than you, mentally and physically.

He slams my arm down onto my scorching motor that's been running for a while now. I scream out in agony as the heated metal starts to burn my flesh.

"Don't! I'm sorry stop please!" I yell but he only pushes my arm harder against the fire.

Blood.

Lots of blood.

This is the part of the dream I never liked. My dad starts the motor and I wait for the pain...

But everything is still.

"Nick?!" I hear the voice of an angel. Maybe I'm finally dead.

"Nick please wake up!" I hear her voice and my senses starting coming back.

My eyes shoot open and I sit up quickly.