I have never been so warm, and so comfortable, all at once. It was almost nice.

A shoulder pillowed my head, serving more comfortable then my actual pillow, and an arm locked me in place, also comfortable. All in all, it was comfortable. The blanket hung around our waists, yet I was just as warm on my top half, as I was on my bottom half. My eyes fluttered open.

And I screamed.

I was quick to shove Nick away from me, horror riddled in my eyes.

A string of profanities exited his mouth as he hit the floor, " what the actual hell angel?"

" I told you no cuddling." I hissed, the ice in my eyes colder than death itself. His beanie was going to die. I couldn't decide what torcher to use first. Fire, or overly soapy water. Nick would be in tears by the time I was done.

He groaned, " Is that what your fussing about? I didn't mean to, okay? i'm sorry." When he sat up, his eyebrows were drawn together, and the slight frustration on his face was hard to miss.

I didn't budge, " your beanie is going to die."

He was in mid shoulder-roll when he froze, " oh no. please no. god no. Angel, I'll do anything, anything. Just please don't hurt my baby."

" You cuddled with me." I snapped, my eyes finding the beanie on top of his boots, " your lucky if I don't attack the boots too."

Then something flashed in his eyes, like an actual fear of loosing something his survived on. Like oxygen. His boots definately weren't oxygen. He was quiet for awhile, before saying, " I'm sorry, okay, just leave my beanie, and my boots, alone."

" what will you do for me?" I asked.

" well, I sure as hell won't cuddle with you again." He mumbled, frustration and fear mixed in his voice.

I huffed, " Not good enough."

" I'll make you breakfast."

Narrowing my eyes, I said, " deal. but you only get this second chance."

" You really are an angel, Angel." He grinned.

With another roll of my eyes, I turned away, and stretched my arms above my head. I grabbed my outfit for the day, a grey sweater and light blue jean shorts, before looking back at Nicholas, " can you leave the room?"

By that time, the boy had stood. Nicholas turned to look at me. His shirt was already off, the new one for the day in his hands, " Just turn around, i swear to god I won't peak." He held his hands up to show he wasn't crossing his fingers."

Frowning, I turned back around and got changed, carefully making sure to not show to much of myself in case he did catch a side glance. When I turned around, I caught the top of his black boxer-briefs. He zipped up his zipper and buttoned up his pants, " good timing, Angel."

There he stood, in a batman tank top and tan jeans. He pulled on his worn black boots, lacing them up halfway. I grabbed my converse and tugged them on. We both left the room in silence, the pending image of his underwear line imprinting on the back of my eyelids. it wasn't that he wasn't good looking, I just didn't need to see that. At all.

Nicholas went to work on breakfast pulling eggs out of the refrigerator door, mixing them with milk to make scrambled eggs. I watched wide eyed, " You really went all out on this, didn't you?"

He raised a brow as he turned to look at me, and smiled, " Well, yeah. Had to make this road trip worth while."

" This is a road trip now?" I placed my hands on my hips.

He chuckled, " what was it before?"

I glared at him, but didn't say anything as I fell onto the couch, brushing my fingers through my tumbleweed of hair, " and I suppose we have a shower too?"

" fully functional shower and restroom facilities."

I nodded, " Impressive. I may have to steal this van from your aunt."

He turned around and leaned against the counter, carefully watching his eggs, " sorry, Angel, already plan on living in the thing for a few years."

I tilted my head, " come again?"

" College dorms are to expensive for my taste, and while I'd make an amazing frat boy, the majority of fraternities are full of assholes and idiots." He replied, drumming his fingers against the counter.

" Sounds to me like you would fit right it."

" very funny."

I started working on another section of hair, wincing when I hit a knot in to hard, " what would you go to college for."

He ran his tongue across his uper set of teeth, as if he were deep in thought, " Music, mainly."

" I don't plan on going to college." I said, simply, focusing on my hair more than our conversation.

He drew his brows together, " Why not?"

" To me, it's a waste of time. Plus, I don't really have any special interests." I replied, matter of factly. College wasn't made for me, and I wasn't made for college. I knew that before I graduated highschool.

He smiled, that stupid crooked grin, " You have something special Angel. you'll figure it out."

I rolled my eyes, " you're full of it, Arson."

He chuckled, then finished of his eggs, handing me a plate and spoon. happily, I nibbled at the eggs, not really sure on his cooking. When I took a bite, I was amazed, " holy-"

" Angel, just eat it."

And with that, I dug into the scrambled pile of delight. I was unaware of how amazing scrambled eggs could taste before that day. It wasn't too long before I had my plate out, begging for more. He hadn't even had his first plate filled halfway when I made him give me a second serving. drawing my brows together, I asked, " why don't you eat more?"

He shrugged, " Just don't."

I didn't think anything of it as I practically inhaled my second plate. He swiped the dish from me and put it in the sink, " alright, vacuum, no more for you."

I frowned at him, my displeasure obvious in my facial features, " fine. Ruin my happiness. I don't care."

He smiled, " I'm sorry Angel, you know I'd do anything to make you happy."

" I hate you." I said, voice dead serious.

He placed a hand to his heart, and looked baffled, " wow, we aren't holding anything back now, are we? I mean, you're straight foreward. No hints or anything. Damn. That's kind of hot."

" You are such a dick!" I yelped, as he chuckled.

Weaving his way to the driver's seat, he plopped down, started the engine, and said, " off we go!"

I fell into the passenger seat, buckling up. I flicked through the radio channels, looking for something, anything, worthwhile. The amount of country channels there were was ruining my skull. There was the occassional pop song, but they just didn't sound right just then. The mexican channel came on, and Nick was doing a little dance in his seat. Flicking the channel earned me an, " awwwww." from Nick, and a dissapointed face. I smirked. Then the radio made magic.

Are you gonna take me home tonight?

ah down beside the red firelight

are you gonna let it all hang out?

fat bottomed girls

you make the rockin' world go round.

Next thing I knew, the volume was spun to max, and Nick's rich voice was hitting the lyrics dead on. I stared at him, horrified. He only laughed at me, and stated, " loosen up angel!" before diving into the next line. He fingers drumbed against the wheel, his eyebrows pulled together with how much he was getting into it.

I glared at him, but then the chorus came back and I found myself wanting to sing it out. So, I did.

Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round!

We were practically in sync as the song went, pointing at each other when fat bottomed girls was sang, shaking our heads to the beat and ocassionally shifting our shoulders. It was hard to dance in a seatbelt, but nothing could hold us back when we were already that far gone. It also may have been dangerous for him not to be holding the wheel at all times, but that didn't matter. We were jamming out, and it was probably the funnest thing i've done in at least a year.

" Come together, right now, " I sang. he added, " right now. over me."

He smiled, one side of his mouth tilting up more, and I laughed, shaking my head. The way my voice melted into his was rather nice, but that wasn't something I'd admit to him. He could sing good and still be annoying, no problem.

and in sync, we sang, " fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round!"

The song came to an end and we were both left laughing so hard I had to help him hold the wheel. When I looked up at him, he smiled that crooked smile and I got quiet. I couldn't help but smile as I sat back in my seat. It was a good song.

He kept his eyes on the road after that. The mountains evaporated from around us, moving to our left as we drove on a cliff road. Endless miles of ocean stretched to our right, the laves licking up at the rocky edge. Finally I found it in myself to be nice, " I'll admit, Arson, you can really sing."

" So can you Angel. and I'm not just saying that." He replied, shooting me a quick side glance.

I rolled my eyes, but in honesty, I was almost flattered. It wasn't often that I got a compliment on my voice, and when I did, I charished it like a new born baby.

I reached over, and swiftly swiped the beanie off his head, placing it over my blonde curls, " why do you always wear this beanie."

" I dunno. I like it." He reached to snatch it back, but i ducked, avoiding his hand.

" why do you always where your boots?" I asked, mored out of boredom than curiosity.

He frowned, and turned to look at the road, " well, aren't we full of questions today."

I rolled my eyes, and returned the frown. Throwing the beanie at him, I replied, " whatever. Just keep your eyes on the road."

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" Nicholas Arson pull over and either buy me or make me food."

My stomach growled in agreement, painfully doing flip flops underneath my skin. Nick only shook his head, " not right now Angel, I can't stop anywhere up here."

I shot him my world famous glare of death, " Fine. I'll drive. You make food."

" Not happening, Angel."

" you're a horrible person." I muttered, as I unbluckled and walked my way to the back of the van. Then I was on a hunt, digging around for bread, cheese, and balogna. Once I found the objects at hand, I created a small sandwhich, " want one?" I asked.

" Yes plase."

" well go fuck yourself."

" Angel."

" Fine."

I put together two, and headed back to the front of the van, " here." I handed it to him, and fell back into my seat, starting to nibble at my own.

" Do you still find me annoying?" He asked, completely out of the blue.

" hell yeah." I answered, tone dead serious. I didn't even need a moment to hesitate.

He nodded, " Good."

I shook my head, " you're weird."

" I know." He said, with a proud crooked smile.

I huffed, turning away from him to look at the expanse of ocean to our right. It was beautiful, really, the deep blue water sparkling under the sun. I could almost see the life churning underneath the shimmer, hear the tongue of the waves as it dragged across the jagged stone below.

Nicholas shot a side glance towards me, lacing his brows together, " hey Angel?"

" yeah."

" wanna go to the beach."

" We can't get sidetracked." I said, with a sigh. A huge part of me longed to walk barefoot along the beach, to dig my toes into the cool sand.

My grandmother was waiting for me, though, nothing should get in my way of getting her home.

" We have plenty of time." He replied, turning the van towards an offramp that led downhill, towards the beach.

" You're crazy." I said, surprised, turning to look at him. But I could quite bring myself to stop him.

He smiled, " Thanks for reminding me."