~Stella's POV~

December 24th

6:30 PM

I have been mad at Nick many times before. I have been mad because he ripped the clothes I designed for him. I have been mad because he was always one of the people to tease me about being in love with Joe, and then the one that pushed me into a relationship with him.

Okay that's one thing I'm not mad at him for.

But I have been mad at him when he helped Kevin steal fifty dollars from me, and I never got it back. I have been mad at him before for ripping that jacket I made him to help him write his new song… TWICE! I have been mad at him because he is the one that wanted to trick me on my birthday by doing an interview upstairs and my party downstairs.

If you are wondering what I hate most about him, is I hate that I can never read his mind and see what he is thinking. With Joe it is easy. It is probably why I fell for Joe so hard. Kevin is easy too. Nick is so hard to read. I guess that isn't bad but it's weird. I'm usually good at reading guys.

If you are wondering why I am mad at Nick Lucas now, well to make a long story short…

Joe, Kevin, Frankie, and their parents are going on Christmas Vacation and Nick wanted to stay home to work on there next album. Well they left yesterday. I got here today at 3PM. I came to work on new clothes for Nick and we got in this huge fight. If I remember right, I remember him exactly saying that it was more important that he got the songs done than get measured for some stupid clothes by someone who has no fashion sense. Well I had a party at 5PM, which I guess I'm not going to now. Nick ended up getting mad at me and threw a pen at me. Then I threw my measuring tape at him. Then he pushed us both in the closet. Well, my guess is that Nick's pen hit the Stellavator's touch pad which made it go crazy and shoot clothes everywhere and blocked the door. Well now Nick and I have been stuck in this closet for two and a half hours.

Believe or not, what I told you was shorter than the whole story.

For the first hour or so, Nick and I were screaming help. It wasn't really because we were trapped in the closet; it was because we were trapped in the closet with each other. Ever since Joe and I started dating, Nick has been acting like a beep! Okay I know I sound like a goody good girl using beep instead of a real curse word. Well… yeah.

Here I am. On Christmas Eve. My phone sucks and has no reception. Nick's phone has great reception. If only the dumb butt would have brought the phone in. Then I would have been able to call someone. Hopefully I would because everyone I know is out of town. The Lucas brothers aren't getting back until another two days. My mom and dad are on an anniversary trip for the whole week because they got married on Christmas, and Macy is in Vermont for that ski trip until next week.

We're stuck.

"How long have we been stuck in here for?" I asked.

"Why would I know?" Nick asked defensively, "You have a cell."

"The Battery is dead!" I yelled, "HELP!!!! COME ON!!!!"

"We tried that. It isn't helping. It's only tiring our voices."

I looked at my watch, "We've been in here for three and a half hours. I am sooooo hating this!"

"You think I like it? I have to share a closet with my stylist who caused the reason why we are in here."

I looked at Nick with my mad look. Nick was the only one who wasn't really scared of it, "My fault! If you would have just stood still and let me measured you we wouldn't be stuck in this closet! All you have in here is a guitar and some coats!!! It's annoying!!!"

"Well I'm sorry you feel that way! I was trying to write a song though! It isn't easy you know!"

"Yeah it is!!! I bet you I could write a song within the whole time we are in this closet!"

"I'll take that bet."

"Fine. If only Joe were here. He could break the door down."

"Would you shut up already about Joe?! Joe would not be able to break down this door! He is a total wimp! Could you please say something other than Joe related?! Ever since we got locked in here that is all you can talk about!"

"Well someone is angry about not being stronger than there brother. I mean why couldn't you hum some notes while you were being measured?"

"What if I get a really good idea?! I would have to write it down and you will go all Stella on me. I hate when you do that!"

"Ugh!!!" I yelled. I felt like my brain was going to explode, "I don't know why but you have been such a jerk lately! I don't know what started it but… ugh!"

"Ugh!! That's the best you can think of?" Nick made a huge smile… I never saw him really smile before… but I could care less about that right now.

"Whatever, what I want to know is what the bet standards are?"

Nick's smile suddenly dropped, "Wait, you really wanna go though with this? Are you sure? You don't even know how to play guitar."

"Actually I do."

Nick looked at me with a weird look, "Since when?"

"When I was 6 my parents forced me to get guitar lessons…"

"Are you sure Stells? I mean, we could be out of this closet in five minutes."

"No we won't Nick. Just tell me the standards!"

"Okay. If you win, I have to give you a good surprise."

"Okay but what if you win?"

"Then you give me a good surprise. Deal?" Nick put his hand out.

"Deal," I replied and shook it. It was gonna be a long night.

What do you think is gonna happen? Who do you think is gonna win? Do you think Nick is up to something? Should I continue? I was originally gonna make this a three shot but I don't really like one or three shots, I like whole stories so I might actually make this a whole story.