forum Who wants a romance o/o? (OPEN)

Started February 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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The muffled sound of clapping and cheering met them, and Nicky huffed a laugh, looking over at the sliding glass door.

Laura blushed and buried her face in his neck shyly.

Nicky wrapped his arms around her, holding her there, and addressed the onlookers. "Can we help you?"
"Yeah, dinner's ready! Actual food!" Aaron called back, wincing when Renee popped him on the back of the head.

"W-Want to go inside then?" Laura asked quietly.

"You want to? Or do you wanna stay out here another minute."

She hummed quietly. "Whatever you want," she whispered, not expecting to have her way.

"I asked what you want, Laura. I'm fine with whatever."

She pulled away and looked up at him. "R-Really?"

"Uh, yeah? Why wouldn't I be? As long as I ca hold your hand, I guess." He smiled brightly down at her, placing a kiss on her nose.

She blushed. "I-I'm kinda hungry…"

"So let's go eat then!" He held her there for a moment more before pulling her back inside.

Her face was pink as the band watched them come inside.

Renee winked at Laura, and Lilly shot her a supportive smile as Aaron slapped his brother on the back a bit too hard.

Laura smiled shyly at the girls.

"Aaron, quit teasing Nicky and sit down." Renee called loudly as she flopped down onto the couch next to Lilly, a plate of food in hand.
Nicky tugged Laura back towards the kitchen. "Hurry, before she changes her mind."

Laura followed Nicky quickly with a giggle.

(I'm imagining it being summer, btw)

((same!
Nicky grabbed a couple plates down from the top shelf in the cupboard, and handed one to Laura. "Help yourself to anything. And remember, eat a lot."

"Oh, um, alright…" She smiled shyly.

Nicky used a spoon to dump tofu onto the tortilla on his plate, then picked through the vegetables to avoid the onions.

She filled her plate slowly with a few items.

Nicky hummed as he wrapped his up, grabbing another one of the sodas out of the fridge. "Waddya want t' drink?"

"I thought we made lemonade," she remarked.

"We did! That's right!" He laughed, cheeks heating up as he pit the soda back and puled out the lemonade. "I'm such a spaz."

"No, you're not. You're just forgetful," she said sweetly, taking the pitcher from his hands to pour them two glasses.

He stared at her, face heating up even more. Whipped.