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Chapter 1: Kidnapping

I spent most of that day with Nudge. I spent a little of time with her little brother Gazzy, but he seemed melancholy. After lunch, he went to his room.

Even though Nudge was way younger than me, she was fun to be around. I suddenly remembered earlier that day when I had to go to the bathroom.

I walked carelessly to the bathroom. Nudge had shown me where it was, and I practically knew my way around the house, so I didn't care. But that was a huge mistake. I turned around and tripped over a wire that was hooked into the vacuum that I heard buzzing in the distance. There was only one thing different about this fall from all other falls. I didn't fall. I felt arms catch me and wrap around me, holding me secure so I wouldn't fall. I knew it couldn't be Nudge; the arms were too big and strong. I also knew it couldn't have been Gazzy; he was short for his age and this person was bigger than me. And it couldn't have been Miss. Walker because I still heard the obnoxious buzzing. I looked up slowly and saw…. You guessed it. Nick.

I jumped from his grab quickly and immediately missed the warmth. What the heck? "I…I.." but before I could finish, I heard a song coming from Nudge's room. Loud and on-key.

(Use Somebody by Laura Jansen)

I've been roamin' around.

Always lookin' down,

and all I see,

painted faces fill the places I can't reach.

You know that I could use somebody.

You know that I could use somebody, yeah.

Someone like you and all you know, and how you speak.

Countless lovers undercover of the street.

You know I could somebody.

You know that I could use somebody, yeah.

The music stopped there. It wasn't the end, but Nudge must have gotten tired of it. I stared at him, trying to think of words, but to no avail. He had his hair pulled back into a pony-tail, with strands of hair in front of his eyes. He had dark gray sweat pants on with a black t-shirt with a V-neck. I looked away, feeling my cheeks get hot. "Thanks." I mumbled/whispered. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder then, in a flash, he was gone. I sighed, went to the bathroom, told Nudge I was leaving and went home.

Now, it was Sunday, and it was pouring rain outside. But I was still walking in the musky air, the puddles on the ground splashing against my booted feet.

My mind was deep in thought, pretty much of everything that happened this weekend. My mind flashed to my encounter with Nick. I suddenly skidded on the side walk, but I quickly regained my state.

On my whole way home, I was think about the accident; Nick, me, that song…. The song. I just remembered a significant line in it. Countless lovers undercover on the street.

I thought about it for a moment, but literally seconds later I ran into a wall. Oh, wait, not a wall. I felt someone's rough shoulder. "Watch out!" We both complained in unison. I looked over and saw the one, (and only), Nick Walker.

"Oh, um, sorry?" He said, still scowling at me. I raised one eyebrow, but it quickly turned into my eyes rolling. I stepped to the side, so I wouldn't get in anyone's way. Sure, it was a little town, but you could always run into something…. Or someone….

I curtsied, and waved my hands out to indicate my imaginary skirt I was pulling on, because I would never have a real one.

"Yes, your majesty. I accept your apology."

"Haha. Very funny."

"You don't crack much, do you?"

"Nope."

"Or, maybe you're bi-polar."

"I'm not, Max."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh."

"Are you sure you're sure?"

"Yes, Max."

"Are you really sure? You look like a nice guy. Haha, just kidding." I laughed. He glared at me, which only made me laugh more. The rain started getting heavy, heavy enough that you have to yell if you want to be heard.

I turned to Nick and yelled, "Shouldn't we get out of this rain before we catch a cold?" I asked, and he nodded. "I guess so." He called. "Okay." But before he could even process what I said, I grabbed his wrist and dragged him behind me. He tried to struggle away, but he couldn't. "Max, no! This does count as kidnapping, you know?" He said matter-of-factly. I smirked and looked ahead of me. "Eh, I'm only stealing you for a little bit."

I pulled him behind me as I started jogging. When we got home, I was starting to worry. What would mom think of me bringing a soaking wet boy into the house? I gulped and hoped everything would turn out fine.

I opened the front door. I pulled Nick in with me. I was trying to avoid mom, but I heard her voice from the kitchen. "Max? I made cookies!"

Damnit! She got me there! Her cookies were the bomb!

"Um, mom? I have a lot of studying to do. I will come down later." I heard her sigh. "Alright! Hope you do good, study hard!" I heard her voice, waited for any sounds of feet, and when I knew the cost was clear, I motioned Nick behind me. We scurried to my room.

I didn't have to tell Nick to be quiet; he was as silent as can be. I opened my door. Inside was a turquoise wall, with a chair that was practically a bubble hanging from the ceiling, and a black and green bubbly bed.

I collapsed on my bed, my pillows flying onto me. I had closed my eyes as I fell onto my bed, and when I opened them, I saw Nick hovering over me. My breath caught in my throat, my eyes widened and I felt my face get hot. He was so close I felt his hair brush against my face.

"Why'd you steal me, Maxie? Am I that irresistible?" He smirked. I glared at him, but soon my eyes softened. "Because, Nicky, you looked so alone and upset," I made a fake whimpering sound, and prodded my elbows up so we could be face-to-face. "And that's not all, you-" I wanted to finish teasing him, but I heard a knock on the door, and the next thing I knew my mom was starring at Nick and I in half anger, half shock.

"Um, Max, who's this?" My mom asked, clenching her fists by her sides and trying to keep her cool. What the heck? What did I do besides not tell her I have a friend with me? I looked at Nick and realized we were inches apart. Crap.