Hey guys this is my first oneshot, so . . . Sorry if it's crap.
Nicholas' POV
I was absolutely dreading going home; one word.
Lucy.
I had locked her in a closet to save her from herself, but I have a feeling that . . . When I let her out, I should save myself from her. If that makes any sense.
As the jeep pulled up to just outside of our Victorian farmhouse, Logan asked me if I had locked Lucy up with her iPod. He was ahead of me, so I quickly joined him.
"No, why?" I began to ask, but then I heard the music.
"Oh – No," I said instead.
What dog listens to Paramore, Lucy's favourite band?
"Damn, you're in trouble," my older brother, Quinn, interjected. "I am so going to win this bet!"
"Shut up."
I pushed open the door, and practically ran to the closet I had left Lucy in.
"Damn."
Right then, she walked in, a screwdriver in her hand, earphones in ears and, to finish, a smirk on her face.
"How did you get out!" I nearly yelled.
"Nicholas, Nicholas. In all of the years that you've known me, have you not figured out that no matter what kind of door you put in front of me, I will always find a way to get out?" She twirled the screwdriver around in her fingers whilst talking and looking at it.
Wow, she'd make a great evil villain, I suddenly thought. And a hot one, too.
I looked at her, walked forwards and kissed her on the forehead. She was surprisingly calm for Lucy. That all changed when she elbowed me really hard in the ribs.
Damn, she was strong.
And then she pushed me into the closet, locked the deadlock and shoved a chair underneath the handle, like they do in movies. Oh, god. Pay back. I heard Quinn and Logan laughing outside the door.
"Shut up and let me out, you idiots!" I yelled at them.
"Get yourself out!" logan laughed.
"IF Lucy can, then you should be able to!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I heard Lucy ask them. Man, I loved this girl.