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As I was putting on my shoes I remembered that he didn't know where I live, and he hadn't called yet. As if on cue my cell phone rang.
"Hello?" I questioned, not knowing the number, but knowing who was calling.
"Hey, Smiles. It's Matt. I was just wondering where you lived? I kinda got in the car and drove around a while before noticing that I didn't know where you live. A little crazy of me, I know. So.. Yeah…" Poor guy, he was rambling and nervous.
"Haha. Well at the moment I'm living on Rider St. 459 apartment number 3." I answered.
"Great, I'll be there in.. oh let's see, like 10 minutes." He said before hanging up.
I clicked end, and went to go sit down next to Nick on the couch. He was watching The Notebook, one of my favorite movies. It isn't his kind of movie, so I was kind of wondering why he was watching it, but I didn't bother to ask him.
8 minutes later there was a quiet, slow knock on the door. I got up, and answered it, letting Mathew in. "Hey." I said sweetly, glancing at Nick, to see his reaction. He was still watching the movie, as if nothing happened.
"Heeey." Mathew said smiling. He opened his arms to give me hug, and I hesitated a second before cuddling into his soft embrace. Then Mathew noticed Nick. "Oh hey man. Nice apartment, dude. I like it." Matt said nicely. Trying to be polite to the still-focused-on-the-move Nick.
I looked madly, and confusedly at Nick before whispering in a slightly harsh tone, "NICK!" I looked at him, giving him a non-approving face.
"Oh, yeah? Hey dude, uhmm yeah thanks. I like it too, it's comfy." Nick said, before looking up and down at him. As if to see if he was 'hotter' than him. Then he smirked for a slight mil-second. I was disappointed. I mean Mathew is really cute. Almost as cute as Nick, no wait he's cuter right now, cause Nick's being a stubborn jackass, and Nick thinks, no he knows that he's 'better'. I grunted and grabbed a sweater, and Mathew's hand, and then walked out the door, with no goodbye for the 'almighty Nick Jonas'. Take that you jerk.
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Nick's POV_
I turned The Notebook on to try to lure her into staying, but it didn't work, and she still went on that date with the guy. I acted like a jerk before they left, but hey, she didn't even tell him that I was her boyfriend. I guess I'm a little jealous, no not just a little, a lot jealous. She didn't tell me the whole story about him and her yet but she left off on the fact that he was 'gorgeous' and he picked her to date. She told me that with a dreamy glaze on her eyes. That pretty much told the story. So, yes I'm pretty jealous.
After she left I turned the tv off and went to call one of my girl friends. Layla. I called her and told her to meet me at our usual spot in Central Park in fifteen minutes.
When I got there, there she was on the bright yellow swings. I grinned and started to run to her.
"Hey Nick, long time no talk." She whispered into my ear while hugging me.
"Hi Layla, how are you?" I asked her.
"I'm good, and you?" She said sitting back down on the swing.
"Well I'm pretty good too, I got back with Miley." I said looking forward with a small smile.
"That's good! Where is she now?" She said confused, realizing that I wasn't with her.
"Well she went on a 'date' with her guy friend from Tennessee." I replied glumly.
"Oh." realization hit her, " Well I'm sure it wasn't a date. Just a get together, you know? Like we're doing now." She stated, smiling.
"I guess, but I'm kind of jealous, like she was telling me there history and she had this dreamy look on her face."
"Maybe she's one of those girls that just likes thinking of happy things. It's normal Nick. She likes you, or she wouldn't be with you." She said, taking my hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Yeah. I guess, so." I said, still not really believing it, but also giving her a squeeze back.
"Hey, let's go catch a movie or something." She said getting up, and taking my other hand, to help me up.
"Alrighty, what would you like to see, m'darling?" I asked her, my hopes lifting a little.
"Uhm.. How about Saw 5?" She said mischievously.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" I demanded, pulling her with me as I speed walked away from our spot.
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"You were so freaked!" I argued.
"Was not! Oh and what about you, you like jumped every time something popped out!" She argued back.
"Well yeah, cause I hate when things pop out, you know that." I said putting my arm around her waist.
"Uhuh, that's what they all say. Walk me home, yeah?" She asked smiling up at me. Her eyes had that same look in them, that Miley's did when she was telling her and Matt's story.
"You know I will." I said, unhooking my arm from her waist and grabbing her hand.
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"Well here we are, Miss." I said jokingly.
"Thank you for pointing that out, Mister." She joked back. See this is why I like Layla so much, she's just so chill, and fun to talk to.
"Okay, so I'll see you later."
"Most definitely, soon, I hope." She replied happily. I pulled her into a hug, and she kissed me on the cheek. As she turned around to unlock her door, I pulled her back into me, and kissed her. I wasn't thinking, I just.. It just.. Felt so right. I mean it was a perfect night, with a perfect girl.
…How could I say that?! I'm with Miley! But I don't ever feel this way around Miley, well at least not anymore. Does this mean I like Layla? Oh god, I'm so confused. This means I have to have one of those talks with Miley again. Goddamit, I hate those talks, but that's the way it goes, when my hormones get carried away and kiss another girl.
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