It's been two days since I've last seen him. I haven't even really talked to him after we got home from LAX after picking him up. I'm trying to act like it doesn't matter, but it does.

I understand his family wants to spend some quality time with him, but doesn't being his girlfriend give me some rights as well?

We texted back and forth at night, but that's not enough for me at the moment. I just want to feel his arms around me. I will never get enough of those arms.

The weekend just started so he can't tell me that "I should focus on school at the moment", instead of him. It's my last year of high school, and I really need to graduate so Nick and I can get out of here. We've spent so many nights fantasizing about our future, how one day we would visit Paris. I know I'm only 17, and he's only 19, but I'm not letting this boy go anytime soon.

It was a really beautiful Saturday morning, so I decided to get out off bed and actually do something instead of mope around about my boyfriend who was apparently too lazy to even give me a call. After taking a long shower I put on a dark jeans with a white vneck on top. One of nick's vnecks to be exact.

When I walked to my mirror to apply some make up, my phone started ringing. Nick's name flashed on the screen. Finally.

"Hi" I answered nonchalantly. Kind of immature, I know.

"Mi, I need to see you." He said with a hint of impantience in his voice. How could I possibly resist him?

"I'll be there in 10 minutes." I gave in too quickly, but I didn't care. I really wanted to see him.

"Is it ok if we meet at your place? My parents keep asking me questions about, you know." He sighed.

"Iraq?"

It was quiet for a while before he finally answered. "Yeah, Iraq."

"You can talk about it you know? You haven't said a word about it since you're back."

"I don't feel like talking about it right now. I feel like seeing you. I really need you, Mi."

Exactly ten minutes after we hung up the doorbell rang. I sprinted down the stairs, almost tripping over my own feet. When I opened the door my smile disappeared almost instantly.

In front of me was not my boyfriend, not the boyfriend that left 10 months ago at least. His face was pale, his curls were hanging like he had gone through it with his hands for at least a hundred times, he looked exhausted. And there was something about his beautiful brown eyes. They used to sparkle and make me feel like I was loved. Now they just seemed dull and sad.

Now I got to think about it, I hadn't noticed all of these at the airport. I was too overwhelmed by the fact that he was back.

In all my staring I didn't even notice I backed away a little bit. Almost as if I was scared of the guy in front of me. But that was crazy, I couldn't be scared. Not of nick. Right?

He finally opened his mouth to break this incredibly awkward silence. "You look beautiful."

I ignored his comment, I was too worried right now. "Nick, are you okay?" I asked hesitantly, still taking in his unusual appearance.

He stepped inside, closer to me. I opened my arms automatically, and he immediately responded, hugging me tightly. I rested my head on his shoulder while holding him even closer to me. My fright from just a minute ago vanished, like it had never even been there in the first place. But I couldn't stop that tiny voice in the back of my head from telling me something wasn't right.

After we let go, I took his hand and lead him into the kitchen.

We sat down at the kitchen island. Both on different sides, facing each other. But even though I was right in front of him, he didn't look at me. I stared at him intently. What was going through his mind? Should I ask him about it, or will that just upset him more? No I should definitely ask him about it, just look at him.

I walked over to him, putting my arms around him from behind, resting my head on his back.

"Will you tell me what's going on? I'm worried about you, Nick." I asked as sweet as possible.

"Just thinking about stuff. It's weird to be back here after all those months."

"You look tired, maybe we should just go upstairs and get some sleep. Does that sound okay?"

He turned around in his seat, facing me. A small smile appeared on his face. It was small, but it was something. "I'd like that. I missed holding you." he whispered in my ear.

Maybe he just needed some time to get used to being back home. My happy, yet shy Nick would come back. He just had to.

I apologize for any mistakes, I just wanted to upload it! I hope you guys like this and maybe even review? :) THANK YOU TO THE 3 COOL PEOPLE WHO REVIEWED ON MY FIRST EVER CHAPTER. I love you guys already. I know this isn't really good, but I still need to kind of get into the story. I promise it will be dramatic and GOOD! Please stick with me! It's still a bit short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer! x