Alright guys. After a review from xxswimdogsxnickjLOVExx which got me to thinking, I've decided to add ONE MORE chapter to Where, Oh Where, Has Nick Lucas Gone? with this chapter being their haunted house date. I've also decided to put this chapter underneath suburbs Holiday Challenge because it seems to fit and makes sense that way. I apologize if this chapter sucks a little because it's been FOREVER since I've been to a haunted house, and I'm just going off shows and movies. Speaking of shows, anybody seen 'Paranormal State'? It's only AWESOME and the lead guy Ryan Buell is hot! Anywho, I hope you guys like this chapter. My NACY chapter fic is still in the works. I'm on chapter five, and once I finish that chapter, I'm gonna send it to my new beta, the lovely Wyszlo, who that story is also dedicated to, I'll post those chapters up. It'll be longer than that, but that's just the beginning. AND!!...if you'd like to know what the name of the story's gonna be, check the author's note at the end of this chapter. Alright, after an extremely long author's note, I'll start this chapter. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own JONAS. If I did, I'd star in it opposite Kevin…(=
DEDICATIONS: I dedicate this chapter to xxswimdogsxnickjLOVExx for giving me the inspiration to write this chapter, and I'm dedicating the whole story to Poet on the Run for her awesome review, icons, and telling me that the previous chapter was an inspiration to her. That just made me SO HAPPY!!
Chapter Two: The Haunted Date
Macy arrived at the Lucas house around that afternoon. It was Sunday, and she smiled to herself, remembering the prank they pulled the night before. Her breath hitched as last nights events raced through her head. She contemplated it being just a dream as the door opened to reveal a smiling Nick.
"Hi," he said, stepping towards her.
She didn't even have time to say anything as he leaned in and kissed her lightly. He leaned back and took her hand, leading her into the house. "Hi," she said breathlessly, as she turned to him once he had closed the front door.
Nick furrowed his eyebrows at her. "Are you ok?" he asked softly.
I guess it was real. Macy mentally shook her head as she nodded at him. "Yeah I'm fine."
Nick smirked at her. "You were thinking last night was a dream weren't you?"
Macy's face tinged pink as she shrugged one shoulder. "Just the us part."
"Why just that part?" he asked, stepping closer to her.
"Because it almost seems too good to be true," she said.
Nick smiled at her as he rested his hands on her arms. "Well I was thinking the same thing when I woke up this morning. That is until I found this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black and white butterfly clip.
"I was wondering where that was," she said with a small laugh.
"It was next to my bed. When I found it, I realized it wasn't a dream too."
Macy smiled up at him. "I'm glad it wasn't."
Nick placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before he whispered, "Me too."
They both whirled around to see Joe and Kevin sliding down the fire poles and rushing their way. "Man, you missed it last night! It was awesome! Everybody went through all this trouble to try and scare me with the ghost that supposedly lives in the fire house! All this weird stuff started happening, and then Nick disappeared (Macy's face flushed at this), and then he showed up, and he made it seem like the ghost had possessed him, but he didn't, and it was awesome!"
"Yeah it was pretty awesome," Joe said.
"So where were you last night?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah, Macy. Where were you last night?" Joe asked a little too innocently. Nick glared at him.
Macy glanced at Nick, and he gave her a slight nod. "I was here," she said quietly.
Kevin's eyes widened as he smiled. "You were?! Where were you??"
Nick could see Macy's hesitancy, so he said, "She was with me."
Kevin's face held confusion while Joe smirked. "But you were underneath the drums that whole time," he said.
Nick nodded as he reached over and laced his and Macy's fingers together. "Yes. We both were."
Kevin still looked confused as his eyes darted back and forth between them before they dropped to their hands. Suddenly, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "You…You…And…But…Nick!!"
Nick and Macy were taken aback by the stern look on Kevin's face. "What?" Nick asked hesitantly.
"That is unacceptable! We took a vow and I…I can't believe…"
Nick let go of Macy's hand so he could walk up to his brother. He grasped his shoulders firmly before he said, "Kevin! Nothing happened! We kissed each other is all. You know me better than that."
Kevin stopped his fit and looked at his younger brother. He could see the seriousness in his face before he glanced back at Macy's scared expression. He sighed. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to jump to conclusions there."
Nick sighed as he lowered his arms. "It's alright. I mean, I don't understand why you flipped on me, and not when Joe spent the night last weekend at Stella's-"
"You what?!" Kevin asked, turning on Joe.
Joe held up both hands. "Mom gave me permission! I swear!"
"What's going on in here?" Sandy asked, as she came into the room.
"Mom! Did you give Joe permission to stay at Stella's house last weekend?"
Sandy gave her oldest son a strange look before she said, "Yes. Why?"
Kevin sighed heavily as he turned towards the stairs. "How come nobody tells me anything??"
They watched as Kevin trudged up the stairs before Sandy turned to the others. "Did I miss something?"
"Well you know how Macy and Nick were hiding underneath the drum set last night?" Sandy nodded. "Well he seems to think that it's such a terrible thing because Nick and Macy are dating now, and then he turned on me for staying at Stella's. He's paranoid over the vow."
"Well he shouldn't because I know and trust my boys," she said before she turned to Macy and Nick with a smile. "You two are dating now?! Oh how wonderful! I was just waiting for this to happen!"
"Mom," Nick groaned, dropping his head to his chest as Macy beamed at the older woman
"So who made the first move?" Sandy asked, wrapping an arm around Macy's shoulders and leading her to the kitchen.
"Mom," Nick said firmly, raising his head to look at her.
"Oh hush, Nicholas," Sandy said, waving a hand at him.
"Uh…I-I did," Macy stuttered.
Sandy smiled as she shook her head. "I figured as much. He's just so shy around girls he's serious about."
"MOM!" Nick yelled, following after them, Macy giggling lightly to herself.
Joe bent over laughing as the other three disappeared into the kitchen.
Seven o'clock rolled around pretty quickly, and Nick and Macy were getting ready to head out for their date.
"Be sure to be home by midnight. If you're not gonna be home or something comes up, be sure to call," Sandy said, as she saw them off.
"I will, mom," Nick said with a small smile as he helped Macy with her coat.
"Be safe!" Kevin called.
"It's just a faux haunted house, Kevin," Nick said, as he ushered Macy out the door.
"That's not what I meant," he called.
Nick stopped, his face hardening as Macy's face flushed a brilliant red. He slowly turned around. "Are you serious!?" he yelled past his mother to his older brother who as at the base of his fire pole. He turned to his mom. "Is he being serious right now?"
Sandy gave him an apologetic look. "Don't mind your brother. Just go and have a good time. I'll talk to him."
Nick sighed as he turned back around, placing his hand at the small of Macy's back to usher her out of the house. "Bye guys!" Macy called as Sandy shut the door.
"Sorry about that," Nick said, once they were inside of his car.
Macy smiled softly at him as they pulled out of the driveway. "It's ok. It's sweet that he's so protective."
"If you say so," he muttered.
Macy giggled lightly as she reached out for his hand that was on the center console. He laced their fingers together, giving her a small smile as they drove to dinner. They ate dinner rather peacefully, only being bothered by a few people to ask for an autograph from Nick, which he politely agreed to. After dinner, they drove downtown to the haunted warehouse where the yearly tour was taking place. Legend said that in the early 1900's, the warehouse was the place where mob members took unfortunate people to murder them and hide their bodies. It wasn't until the 1920's when the police raided the warehouse and found numerous decaying bodies that appeared to have been tortured. Since then, it's said that the ones who were murdered still haunt the building, unable to move on to the other side.
Nick and Macy stepped out of the car to find only a small group of people standing outside the warehouse. "I was expecting more people," Macy said, as she looped her arm through Nick's.
Nick shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe they're too scared to give it a shot."
Once they got to the front of the line and paid for their way in, Nick started to slow his pace down. Macy looked up at him and smirked. "You're not going to chicken out on my now are you?" she asked teasingly.
Nick shook his head. "Psh! Me? No way. Kevin? Maybe. Joe? Definitely. Me though? You can count on me to protect you."
"You think I'll need protecting?" she asked as they stepped through the large iron doors.
"Well if you do, I'm here," he said.
They looked up at the tour guide as he began to speak. "Alright. Here's the rules. Stay with the group. Don't go wondering off by yourselves. Stay with a partner at all times. Don't touch anything. If you hear or see anything, don't go off and find it. Any questions?" A tall boy with a brown hoody and baggy jeans raised his hand. "Yes?"
"What are our chances of hearing or seeing something?"
The man gave him a toothy grin. "You'll just have to wait and see now won't you?"
Nick tensed up and Macy's grip on his arm tightened slightly. They were at the back of the pack, and kept themselves very close to the people in front of them. They made it to the middle of the main hallway when the tour guide came to a stop. "This room here to the left is where the mob boss's main office was. It's said that it was here where they found his mangled body. The police report says that his face was stricken with horror and stayed that way. As if he had seen a ghost."
Nick glanced wearily into the room to see an over turned desk, papers strewn everywhere, and a black chair with scratch marks on it. He gulped as Macy grabbed hold of his arm with both hands. They continued down the hall until they reached an iron door on their left. The tour guide stopped and turned to the group, his back to the door. "This is the room where they found the bodies of the 16 people who were murdered. They were carelessly piled on top of one another, the ones on the bottom already in the midst of decaying." He opened the door, and the only sound heard echoing through the room was the loud creak of the door on old hinges. The door opened to reveal a pitch black room. The guide turned to enter the room, and after taking a step inside, he turned back and said, "Well? You coming?"
Everybody in the group glanced wearily at each other before they slowly stepped forward to follow the eerie tour guide. Once they had all entered the room, somebody asked, "Is there a light switch or something?"
Then suddenly, the heavy iron door slammed closed. Everybody screamed, clinging to the person next to them. Macy wrapped her arms tightly around Nick's waist, burying her head into his chest as his arms wrapped securely around her as well.
"Seriously!? Where's the fucking light switch?!" somebody yelled.
"Just hold your horses. It's around here somewhere," the guide said calmly.
Everybody started to whisper among themselves, but Nick and Macy kept quiet. He looked down at her when he felt her shaking. "Are you ok, sweetheart?" he asked.
Macy shook her head. "It just got really cold in here, and I'm scared," she whispered.
Nick gulped as he ran a hand up and down her back. "Yeah it did. But it's alright. I'm right here, and I'm not leaving you," he said quietly.
"While I'm looking for the light, I'll tell you more about our victims. Coincidently, all the victims here were couples. The husbands had made deals with the mob, and once they couldn't or wouldn't fulfill them, they'd bring in the husbands and their spouses and kill them both. Why they'd kill their significant other too, nobody knows."
Macy's hands clenched tightly to the Nick's shirt, as his hand still ran comfortingly up and down her back. Suddenly, Macy tensed up, let out a small whimper, and started shaking uncontrollably. "Mace?"
"S-s-some-something's to-to-touching me!" she said quietly, her voice still coming out rather high.
"It's just me," he said.
Macy shook her head. "N-no. It's not y-you. I-it's c-c-cold, and it's to-touching my sh-sh-shoulder."
Nick's face hardened. His train of thought was that somebody in the group was touching and scaring his girlfriend, and that didn't fly well with him. He reached up with a hand to swipe at the person, but found nothing but air. "Honey there's nobody-"
"Ahh!" she screamed, her knees giving out from underneath her. Nick's heart started to race as he knelt down with her, holding her in his arms.
"Macy!" he said loudly.
"What happened?" somebody asked.
"Did she see something?"
"Is she ok?"
Nick could feel people start to close in around them, following the sound of Macy's groans as she knelt there on her knees. "Macy. Macy! What's wrong?"
"I-I-It feels as if somebody's d-digging nails into my shoulder," she said through her teeth.
Nick's blood ran cold as chills ran through his body. "Will you turn on the damn lights!" he yelled.
"I'm almost there!" the guide yelled.
"Well hurry up! Somebody's hurt!" a voice from behind Nick yelled.
"Nick…" Macy murmured.
"I'm right here, sweetheart," he said reassuringly.
Suddenly, light flooded the room. Macy was on her knees, limp in Nick's arms. The remainder of the group was huddled closely around them. The guide quickly made his way over to them, pushing through the crowd. "Alright! Move it. Let me through."
He came to Nick and Macy just as Macy lifted her head to look at Nick. "Macy?" he said softly.
"What happened here?" the guide asked.
"Can you stand?" Nick asked her, ignoring the man. Macy nodded as she allowed Nick to help her stand. She stood, grasping hold on Nick's coat with white knuckles.
"What happened?" the guide asked again.
Nick looked down at Macy as she turned her head to him. "At first it felt as if a cold hand was just lying on my shoulder. But then, it was like these finger nails were painfully digging into my shoulder, and it hurt so bad, but then as soon as the lights came on, it vanished."
"Which shoulder?" the guide asked.
"My right one," she said, nodding to it.
Nick reached up and started to slide off her coat. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Taking a look at it," he said firmly.
She said nothing else, as she slid her arm out of her coat, shivering slightly at the cold night air. He reached up to her shoulder, looking at her for permission before she nodded her head. He slowly lowered the shirt off her shoulder and his eyes widened. There, on her perfect olive skin, were four red marks. They appeared to look like finger prints that had been burned into her skin. He gingerly ran his thumb across them before he looked up at her face. "Does it still hurt?"
She shook her head. "No."
He turned to the guide with a stern face. "What is this?"
The guide gave him a solemn look. "The spirits here must have felt the connection between you two, and became jealous, trying to take it out on her. You see, here, they wonder with the love of their past life, without actually being able to be with them. So they more than likely took their anger and jealously out on your girlfriend here."
Nick helped Macy put her coat back on, before she snuggled up close to him, clutching to the front of his shirt, fear evident in everybody's eyes except Nick. His showed anger. "I think we've seen enough here. Can we go?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.
The guide nodded. "I think that would be best. Everybody follow me."
Nick kept Macy close to him, both arms wrapped tightly around her as they walked back to his car. Macy kept glancing back at the building, but Nick still kept a firm hold on her, swiftly walking to his Mustang. Once they were safely inside, Macy turned to him. "Nick? Are you-" But she was cut off as he leaned forward and forcefully kissed her. Both of his hands were grasping the sides of her face as he quickly deepened the kiss, omitting a small squeal of surprise from Macy. She reached up, lacing her fingers with his before pulling back from him. "Where did that come from?"
Nick sighed as he lowered his gaze and sat back in his seat, but still kept hold of one of her hands. "You just scared me so badly back there. And the thought of losing you when I just got you scared me to death, and I-" He cut off as he felt a pair of warm lips press gently to his cheek.
She rested her forehead against his temple before she said, "It's going to take a lot more than some ghost to take me away from you."
A corner of Nick's lips rose slightly as he turned to her. "I love you, Mace."
She kissed him lightly and briefly before she pulled back and said, "I love you, too. Now. Let's get out of here."
"I couldn't agree more," he said, starting the engine.
They arrived at Macy's house about half an hour later. He followed her to the front porch and frowned when he saw darkness through the windows. "Where's your mom? I assumed she'd be waiting up for you."
Macy shook her head. "She's not here. She went to New York for a few days to see my grandmother."
"Oh," Nick said, suddenly not happy with the idea of her being home all alone. "So I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow?" Nick asked.
Macy nodded, but the look on her face showed she was fighting an inner battle with herself. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Macy looked up at him, a blush starting to creep up on her cheeks that wasn't from the cold. "Um…well…after what uh, just happened…I uh…I really don't want to be by myself," she said in a quietly.
Nick's heart started to pound. Was she asking him to stay? "Do you…do you want me to…to stay?" he asked.
Macy bit her lip. "I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't completely terrified right now, Nick. I mean I was just attacked! By a freaking ghost! I've got fingerprints burned into my skin! I can't be by myself right now."
Nick just nodded his head as he drew her in for a hug to calm her down. "Ok. Ok. I'll call mom and tell her I'm staying here tonight. I'll just get up extra early in the morning so I can go home and change before school."
He felt Macy shake her head. "You won't have to."
He pulled back and gave Macy a confused look. "Why?"
"Because when Stella runs out of room at her house for you guy's clothes, she stashes some at my house. So I've got about four outfits a piece for you and your brothers in the closet in the spare bedroom," she said.
Nick smiled softly at her. "Alright then. Let's get inside so I can call mom, and tell her I'm staying here for the night, and to tell Kevin to get my school bag in the morning."
Macy nodded as she reached into her purse to pull out her keys. She unlocked the door, and once they stepped inside, they were instantly hit in the face with comfortable, warm air. Nick inhaled. Is that… "Pumpkin pie?"
Macy nodded with a smile as she put hers and Nick's coats into the hall closet. "Mom made it before she left. When fall hits, it doesn't matter if it's Thanksgiving or not, we've always for pumpkin pie."
Nick smiled. "Nice. I love pumpkin pie."
"You want some?" she asked, heading into the kitchen.
"Of course," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "You fix that up, and I'll call home."
"Ok. You want whipped cream?" she asked.
Nick nodded. "Wouldn't be pumpkin pie without it."
Macy laughed lightly. "True. Alright. I'll be back in a minute."
Nick smiled at her before he turned and dialed home. It rang three times before he heard. "Hello?"
"Hey Mom. It's me."
"Hi sweetheart. Everything ok?"
"Yeah everything's fine," he said, deciding against telling his mom what happened at the warehouse. "Umm, listen. Macy's real freaked out since the warehouse, and her mom's out of town, so is it alright if I stay here tonight? She doesn't want to be home alone."
"Oh the poor thing. Did something happen at the warehouse?"
Nick gulped. He wasn't one to lie to his mother. "Yeah you could say that."
He sighed. "From what we could gather, Macy had contact with one of the ghosts, and it's left her pretty shaken up."
"Oh dear. Well sure you can stay. I'll tell Kevin to get your school bag for you. Do I need to bring you a school uniform?"
"No. Stella's got overflow stored here, so I'm set. And so is Kevin and Joe if they ever get stranded here."
Sandy laughed lightly. "Alright honey. Well if you need anything else, call me, and I'll see you tomorrow after school."
"Alright. Good night, mom."
"Good night, sweetheart. I love you."
Nick smiled softly. "Love you, too mom."
He hung up, and let out a long breath before he headed to the kitchen. He found Macy leaning on the island in the kitchen, running a finger through the whipped cream on top of her piece of pie, before licking it off, a content look on her face. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist before kissing the side of her head. "Is it any good?" he asked, stepping away from her, grabbing his plate.
"You better believe it. My mom makes the best homemade pumpkin pie ever!"
Nick's jaw dropped. "It's homemade?"
Macy nodded. "Yup."
Nick took a bite of the pie and he closed his eyes. "Mmmm! This is like…the best thing I've ever eaten. I'm gonna be over here a lot more now."
Macy laughed before she bit into her own pie. "So what'd your mom say?"
Nick swallowed before he said, "I told her that you had contact with a ghost at the warehouse and were scared to be by yourself, and she was like 'of course you can stay!' so I'm staying."
Macy smiled. "Great. After you get done, I'll take you upstairs, get you a change of clothes, and you can shower and what not if you want."
Nick nodded. "Ok. Sounds like a plan."
Macy glanced at the clock. "It's only 11 o'clock. I thought it was later than that."
Nick looked up at it as well. "Well it's a good thing I guess, considering tomorrow's a school day."
Macy nodded. "True," she said, taking her last bite, and putting her plate in the sink.
She turned back around just as Nick let out a loud yawn. "Tired?"
Nick gave her a sheepish grin. "Maybe a little," he said, as she took his plate from him.
"Come on then. I'll help get you set up," she said, gesturing for him to follow her up the stairs. She flipped off the lights from downstairs after locking the front door and headed into her parents room. She emerged a little while later with a pair of flannel pajama pants.
"Here. They might be little big because they belonged to my dad, but it should be alright for tonight."
"These were your dad's?" Nick asked, taking the pants from her.
Macy gave him a small, sad smile. "Yeah. Mom still keeps some of his clothes, especially his pajamas. It's like a comfort thing. I even wear his sleep shirts sometimes."
Nick stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. Nothing was said between them because nothing needed to me said. She hugged him tightly back before pulling back. "Alright. The bathroom's right there. Towels are in the second cabinet there. My room's right here, so just come on in when you get done."
"Are you gonna take one too?"
Macy nodded. "I'm gonna take one in my mom's bathroom. Just head on into my room when you get done."
Nick nodded before turning to take a shower. He sighed as he let the tension roll of his body and down the drain with the hot water. Macy hissed as the hot water hit her shoulder, making the marks sting. Nick dressed in the pajama pants and put his white undershirt back on before heading into Macy's room. He had just gotten done folding his clothes when Macy walked in wearing a pair of pink pajama pants and purple tank top.
Feel better?" she asked.
"Immensely," he said, plopping down into the chair at her desk.
She grabbed her brush off her vanity and started to work the tangles out of her freshly dried hair. She set the brush back down on her vanity before turning to Nick. "You ready for bed?" she asked.
Nick nodded, rising up out of the chair. "Yeah. After that shower, I'm so relaxed now, that I really want to go to sleep." He started moving towards the door but stopped and turned around when he felt a gentle hand on his arm. He turned to find Macy standing there with a somewhat scared look on her face. "What is it, Mace?"
"Where are you going?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"To the guest bedroom," he said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.
Macy rung her hands together as she looked down at the ground. "Um…could you stay?"
Nick gave her a soft smile. "I am staying, silly," he said softly, briefly running his fingers through her hair.
Macy shook her head. "No. I mean could you stay here? With me?"
Nick's eyes widened as he realized what she meant. "Oh honey, you really are terrified aren't you?" he said, as he reached out to bring her to him.
She nodded into his chest. "I just…I can't be away from you for right now."
Nick nodded. "Alright. I'll stay."
"Promise?" she asked, pulling back to look up at him.
"I promise," he said seriously.
She took his hand and led him over to her bed. She climbed in before scooting over to let Nick slide in. He slid underneath the bright orange comforter, and Macy leaned across him to turn out the light. The only light that entered the room was the glow from the full moon outside and the soft glow from her alarm clock next to her bed. Macy turned onto her side, her back facing Nick, and it wasn't long before Nick cuddled up behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other slipping underneath her pillow. He placed a soft kiss behind her ear, his warm breath brushing against her skin sending chills down her spine.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too," she whispered back, lacing her fingers with his.
Nick lowered his head to her offended shoulder before placing his lips against her bare skin. Her breath hitched in her chest at the contact, not only from the intimacy of it, but because the burn marks began to tingle.
"Hmm?" he murmured against her skin.
"Turn on the light."
"I'm right here, babe. Nothing's going to happen to you," he said softly.
"No. Turn on the light. I need to check something."
Nick pulled away from her, reaching over and turning on the light. Macy sat up and looked down at her shoulder and gasped. One of the spots on her shoulder, where Nick's lips had been, had disappeared.
"What?" he asked, sitting up as well.
"Look," she said, pointing to her shoulder.
Nick furrowed his eyebrows as he studied her shoulder. She lowered the sleeve to her tank top to fully expose her shoulder to him, and his eyes widened. "But…wh-…how?"
"I don't know. You kissed it, it tingled, and then now it's gone," she said, running her fingers briefly across her shoulder.
Nick was silent for a moment before he leaned over, closing his eyes, and gently kissing one of the others. He leaned back as they both watched it slowly disappear until it was gone, as if it melted into her olive skin. He looked up at her with a grin. "Whoa. That's crazy," he said.
"You're telling me. It feels as if electricity is shooting through my body from that spot before it tingles and then it's gone."
Nick gave her a smug smirk, resting his chin on her shoulder. "The electricity's from me, honey."
Macy raised an eyebrow at him. "Getting cocky now aren't we?"
Nick shrugged a shoulder. "You can't deny the chemistry."
"How about you just remove the other two spots?" she asked.
"Sounds like a plan to me."
Nick lowered his head, pressing his lips to the remaining two spots. Macy closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of his lips against her skin, and the feeling it was sending through her veins. After he pulled away once the last one was gone, Macy smiled.
"They're gone. It doesn't hurt anymore."
"I guess mom's are right. Kisses do make everything better," Nick said with a smile as he pulled her sleeve back up on to her shoulder.
"Well at least yours do," she said, leaning across him once again to turn the light off.
Nick laid down on his back, and opened his arms up to her. She laid down, her head resting on his chest. They laced one of the hands together, resting them on top of Nick's stomach. She raised her head to look at him before she said, "Thank you."
"For what?" he asked.
"For staying and healing me," she said quietly.
Nick smiled. "Anything for you, Mace."
She leaned up to kiss him, and he met her half way, kissing her back with just as much fervor. Once they pulled away, Macy let out a contented sigh as Nick's head was left spinning.
She snuggled back up into him, Nick wrapping his arms tightly around her. "You weren't kidding when you said you were gonna be all over me," Nick said jokingly.
"Ha. Funny," she said sarcastically.
"Love you," he said, kissing the top of her head.
Macy sighed, closing her eyes, and breathing in the scent that was purely Nick. "Ditto."
"Quoting Ghost now, huh?"
"It's an awesome movie," she defended.
"Can't argue with you there," he said.
"I thought you said you were tired?"
"Then go to sleep."
Nick was silent for a moment before he said, "Because I've got the worst distraction lying in my arms."
Macy's face flushed. "Sorry," she mumbled, trying to slowly slip out of his arms, but they tightened around her.
"I didn't say I didn't like it," he whispered huskily.
Macy wrapped one of her arms around his chest, holding him close. "Goodnight, Nick," she whispered.
"Goodnight, Macy," he whispered back, closing his eyes, a smile plastered to both of their faces as all their worries seemed to melt away, sleeping better then they had in a long time, feeling safe, secure and happy.
The end! I really enjoyed writing this chapter and liked how it turned out. It had a little bit of everything in it. Drama. Suspense. Hurt/Comfort. And then of course…Fluff! That's all for this story though folks. I really don't see this story going any where else. I'm gonna keep working on my chapter NACY story, and get that posted as soon as I can. And it's going to be called... I'm Your Biggest Fan, I'll Follow You Until You Love Me. I know. Really long title, but if you know what it's going to be about, it somewhat makes sense. So let me know what you thought about this chapter guys. Reviews like make my day. Seriously. So make my day! =)