i know its been a while, but my first week at highschool kept me very busy

haha

also, i've become very addicted to the twilight series. the books are impossible to put down. hahaha

well here's a sorta long chapter, another one sure to come soon this weekend or today, and i hope you like it.

I own squat but the plot

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Chapter Six: The best of you

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Alexandra Leah Russo's POV

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As frightening as Nick's parents we're, I found myself hooked on every word she threw at me. Ranging from beautiful, to Nick's girl, and then to lovely. I couldn't help but watch as Nick's cheeks, and mine, would blush rapidly into different shades of red. I looked away form Denise's brown eyes and to the far back, where the kitchen was held.

A shine of light reflected off the glass doors that allowed us outside. As Denise slowly began to die out of material to talk about, I felt a hand slip into mines. The warmth of the hand sent a cold rush out of my body, immediately filling it with a warm and gentle touch. I turned slightly behind me as Nick flickered his eyes from mine, to the back door of the kitchen. I smile fell upon my lips as we discreetly passed family members and neighbors.

"Sorry about that," he sighed.

His hand left mine as he closed the door behind us and scratched the back of his head. I stared at the hand he had just touched, surprised the warmth sent it numb; and yet, I still wanted to touch his hand again.

"It's fine," I mumbled.

"I'll show you my room later if you want," he said ever so casually as he snuck up behind me, "Get the full tour…without parents, you know?"

I shivered as his breath softly brushed against my ear as he got closer. I glanced down at my arm, making sure I hadn't formed goosebumps already. I felt a smug smile form as he watched the emotions leak through my face, as if he were surprised I wasn't blushing just yet. I moved my eyes up to his and then down to his backyard. The grass lay so fresh on the ground, a hammock underneath a tree that was planted at the edge of their yard. Wow, I pursed my lips and turned back to him.

"We just had to bring the hammock from New Jersey," he said, answering my thoughts, "We needed something calm in a backyard where you can hear honking cars…"

"You picked nice place to live," I admitted, "I'm actually, kind of jealous."

"Alex Russo, jealous?" he rolled his eyes, "Humor me."

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes, thumping his chest and slowly walked on the grass, "I complimented you."

"I did too," he said with a grin, "But I recall you didn't take it well."

"I don't like sweet talk," I shrugged as I walked over to the hammock, "I don't need to be charmed."

"Is that what you think I am?" a defensive tone escaped his lips, "Trying to charm you into something? Trying to sweet talk you into liking me?"

"I didn't say that," I said in an undertone.

"You didn't answer me," his tone slightly dropped calmly.

"I don't mean to…disrespect you," I sighed, "Every time I talk to you; I seem to do that don't I?"

"Well so do I," he shrugged, "But I don't hold back."

"I never hold back," I said through my teeth.

"Of course you don't," he said, "Your Alex. You set things straight with your words. But sometimes I think your eyes are saying something totally different. They don't match with the words you say sometimes."

I felt my guard slowly break down, as I did my best to build them back up. I took his hand in mines, unable to take the radiating heat that would brush against my cheek as he was tucking the hair behind my ear. I let my hair fall back down to my face and sighed. Nicholas was smart, and the more I spent time with him, the more it would annoy and impress me at the same time.

"Enlighten me," I said.

"I'll explain that later," he said in a calm tone.

I sighed as he took a seat on the hammock and tugged on my hand. Talking to him and trying to be right was a losing battle. I followed his tug and sat down beside him, my arm lightly touching his. From the corner of my eyes, I saw his eyes staring off into a far off in the sky. The muscles on his chest, as if he were holding back something as well. He left go of my hand and placed it back on his thigh. He sighed and turned to me.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said abruptly.

"Sure," he put his hands behind his head as he slowly fell back on the hammock.

I stared down at him, his eyes slowly closing and his chest slowly regaining back its calm. I watched as it jumped up and down slowly to his breaths. It was fascinating to see just how Nick carried himself. So sure, and so calm.

"Why do you notice things about me?" I said slowly.

I tapped my finger against my knee, wondering how if his answer would be edited from the real version in his mind.

"I'm…observant," he shrugged, "Does it bother you?"

"Am I that predictable?"

"Not to me," he said, "I can tell lies from the truth. But when you speak to me, the way you do to everyone else, I can't really notice if your lying or not. That bothers me."

"It's only been a week and some odd days," I shrugged, "Try not to figure me out in one month, its no fun being sarcastic if you know the truth."

A soft chuckle came from behind his throat as he opened his eyes to me. I laughed along with him and slowly lay down with him. Our eyes moved back up to the sky, the now pitch-blackness caught me off guard. It had been a while since I'd see the sky this dark. Lately, with Nick around, the littlest things were noticed by my eyes.

"Am I predictable?" he asked.

"You could be," I nodded, "At a certain time, you can be very predictable."

He chuckled and nodded, agreeing with my words. I turned to him, noticing how the blush on his cheeks never left his face from when his mother spoke about me. The vibrant color of light pink blended in with his fairly tan skin. A smile graced on his lips as he noticed I was staring. I held my breath and looked away, counting the seconds away as I lay with the new kid on the block; Nicholas Jerry Jonas.

"Thanks," he said almost in a whisper.

"For what?" I matched his tone.

"For making New York City worth the move," he said.

I shook my head, feeling the corners of my mouth curl up. I looked away from him and let the smile form away from him. I didn't let myself speak after him, feeling myself more comfortable in the silence than to consume his fresh batch of emotions. Silence or not, the new feeling Nick gave me would always wipe my mind clean of every word I would say about him, leaving me with an open mind to his every word.

I turned back to him and exposed the smile that he seemed to be waiting for. He smiled back and looked back up to the sky. The satisfaction of having the last word seemed to wash over his eyes. I couldn't help but ease up and sigh as I caught a feeling that he would be a bad habit to shake. But as he carried on with a conversation, I felt as if all that didn't matter, as long as he was a friend I would keep.