Nick goes in and it feels like he is entering a warzone. I was holding my breath waiting for him to come back.

It was scary hearing that there was a conversation going on but luckily it lasted seconds. Eventually Nick emerged from the darkness.

I signal him to close the door and he does, quietly bringing the clothing I needed. I grab it from his hands, look around and ask out of curiosity.

"What did he say?" I whisper, "Thank you by the way."

Nick looks around as well. As if we were on a secret mission and were about to find hidden cameras in the living room.

"He was playing minecraft and when I walked in he was like did you enjoy your shower?" Nick impersonates Clay and I almost die at how accurate he sounds, "and I didn't answer cause you told me not to."

I want to kiss Nick's forehead for doing everything the way I asked him to. The story doesn't end there though.

"And then he's like oh c'mon now, you're not gonna speak to me?" He sounded almost exactly like Clay, he even got the flirtatious tone, "So I grabbed everything and ran for my life."

I kinda like the idea of not speaking to Clay anymore. Maybe that'll make him act nicer. But on the other hand, I feel like I piss him off every time we talk. So that's hard to give up.

"Okay, thank you. I'll go change now," I smile at Nick, turning around to go to the bathroom.

"Hey!" He whisper-shouts. I stop walking immediately, "Did you two fight or something?"

"No..?" My answer wasn't that convincing. Even I don't know what we did.

"I was half-asleep and I heard you call him annoying," he admits. I appreciate the honesty, but it's super awkward to think about the other things he could've picked up.

"Did I lie tho?" I shrug. I'd call Clay annoying during any conversation, it doesn't have to be a fight only.

"Well no.. listen, my throat hurts from whispering, can I speak normally?" Nick is a really bad whisperer by the way. It sounds like he's choking on a dick.

"No, not here," the last thing I want right now is Clay hearing us.

Nick sighs. Looks like he really wanted to talk.

"Then I'm inviting you to my room to have a chit-chat."

I laugh at his words, he sounds adorable.

"Isn't George asleep? I don't want to wake him up.." I immediately started fidgeting with my fingers from just mentioning his name. I need help.

"He has his earphones in, I doubt he'll even hear us."

And with those two sentences, I am sold. I go to the bathroom to change, and happily join Nick in his bed. It sounds weird to put it that way, but we were just sitting like the last time. And George was asleep under us, so we didn't even dare to fight for the pillow this time, we quietly agreed to share.

"Soo.. what did you two talk about? If it's not a secret of course," Nick starts politely, but then finishes the sentence questionably, "and if it's a secret then why so."

I'm not sure how much of it should I share, but it's definitely not a secret. And besides, I trust Nick way more than that mysterious idiot.

"Nothing really, I heard him mumbling something like missed you Gina in his sleep and it made me sad so I offered him to talk," I feel like I'm not even scratching the surface with my storytelling. But I want to leave out the parts that include me suffering in Clay's hug and having to tolerate his tickly breath on my neck.

"Oh.. so did you talk?" Nick's face drops as well, I see some of his features because my vision has adjusted to the darkness.

It hurts me that I have a strong urge to repeat Clay's words identically again and frustrate myself.

"Nope. He said that he doesn't need help, he also said that he doesn't hate me just doesn't care about me, he added that he doesn't trust me and finished it off by saying that I shouldn't trust anyone as well."

My fingers wrap around my thumb during my sentence and I hear the familiar crack. Which reminds me that Clay also said that he wants to hear my bones crack and see my face turn purple, which again, I left out from what I told Nick.

Speaking of Nick, he gets silent after my words and starts cracking his own fingers nervously. I wait for him to talk, and when he does, he impresses me.

"Did it hurt you? What he said?"

It's a question I didn't ask myself and didn't even think about. Did he hurt me? I don't know.. probably not, he didn't say anything hurtful, right?

"No, it just made me angry," I narrow my eyes, "should I be hurt?"

"Noo, I didn't mean it that way, it's just.." he takes in a breath, "You're a very, very nice person, you know that?" He pauses again, "Like I don't know anyone with that big of a patience and even bigger of a heart, it's just unbelievable."

I involuntarily put my hand on my chest and raise my brows. I'm not used to hearing good things about me, I'd been talking to Clay for the past few hours afterall.

But I wanted to clear something up for the longest time. And I think now is the perfect time.

"Listen, Gina is his ex right?" I double-check, and when Nick nods I continue, "Uhm, why did they break up?"

Nick shows his teeth awkwardly and I already know that it's bad. But as ready as I was, I still wasn't ready for the truth.

"Well.. uhm," he rubs his neck, "Gina.. Gina got pregnant."

My jaw drops.

"And he didn't want the baby?" I'm struggling to put two and two together.

"It wasn't his baby..."

I slap my hand to my mouth. If the slap was a bit stronger I think it would knock out a few of my teeth, that's how forceful it was.

"How did he find out?" At this point I don't even know if I want to know.

And the way Nick takes another uncomfortable breath, I know it's gonna get worse.

"She lied that it's his baby and he got all excited and happy but then after a week he catches her cheating, things go downhill, they do a paternity test and yeah.." he takes in a breath, "kinda sad, kinda funny."

Oh my. I think it couldn't get worse. And the fact that he was excited for the baby..? This is traumatizing.

"Not funny at all." My voice is strict. I can't believe Nick and George laugh at him for this, no wonder Clay's so messed up.

"It's kinda funny, okay? A little bit," Nick pinches the air and I slap his hand down.

"It's not funny, it's tragic. Change the topic," I shake my head in disappointment, "let's watch your videos again, I like them."

The way his eyes sparkled from my words was so painfully adorable. He wasted no time pulling out his phone and turning on the videos one after another.

We watched for hours, I think he switched to George's videos at some point cause we finished watching all of his. And as much as I wanted to stay up and hear his rambles about the game, I passed out at some point.

I remember feeling Nick pulling my body gently to properly lay it on the bed. He even put a pillow under my head and covered me up. Lastly, I heard the familiar thump of him jumping down from the bed.

Is this what having a friend feels like? It feels nice.