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Frost's p.o.v

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Chapter Twenty-nine: Talk to the hand, baboon

So I'm sitting there, barbeque sauce on my titties.

Just kidding, just kidding. I'm not that weird.

But seriously, as I lie in my bed, trying to lick my nose, the last person I expect slowly walks into my room.

Nova.

I haven't seen him since... well... that day. I have been purposely ignoring him. Like, it's going to be so awkward. Everything is awkward. I'm awkward. That bird outside is awkward!

All I know is that it's Christmas eve Eve. There is one thing you should know about me when it's Christmas, I forget who I am and what the date is. Christmas is my favorite holiday, aka the holiday where I don't feel guilty stuffing my stomach till I can't move.

Oh, wait.

That's every day.

"Uhuh," I hold my hand up, stopping him. "I'm sick so shoo! Get back!" I lie and add a fake sneeze.

Nova sighs, "Frost, we really need to talk."

"I don't speak English," I reply and fake cough. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him rubbing his neck.

"What do you want?" I ask with a sigh, "I'm not really in the mood to talk to you,"

"I, uh, wanted to-"

"Good afternoon Frostyyy!" my two favorite aunts say as they barge in my room. Does everyone just feel the need to walk in here?!

"Aunties!" I exclaim and jump out of my bed, running over to them. In the process, I slam into Nova which sends him to the ground. Karma BITCH!

I bring my aunties into a big hug, smiling.

"Oh you've grown up so much Frosty," aunt Klair pulls away. "You sure do have your mother's curves. You must have boys chasing you 24/7."

I struggle to fight the blush creeping up my neck. I glance at Nova to see him with wide eyes. He is sitting with his legs sprawled out, looking confused as ever.

He does look cute.

Aunt Juniper slaps Klair's head, "Klair Matthews, she has a guest!"

Klair finally looks at Nova and lets out a long 'oh'.

I turn and unfortunately extend my hand and help Nova stand up. "Aunties, this is Nova who is in a lot of trouble with me right now. Nova, these are my aunts."

He shakes both of their hands with a smile, and Klair nods. "He's got a strong arm. Nice smile too,"

"Klair!" Juniper exclaims and I laugh. Nova chuckles and both Klair and Juniper look at us. I look down at our hands to find them enclosed together.

I immediately let his hand go and clear my throat. Only bad bitches can hold my hand.

"She's a keeper," they both say with a wink.

"Hey!" I charge at them and they run out of my room. I chased them all the way downstairs until I slipped, and hit my funny bone.

My weakness.

I lie there, thinking about my death wish. I never knew my time would come so soon.

I was so certain that someone would kill me. I always thought that I would get suffocated, or even get my head lopped off. My tombstone would say something along the lines of 'Death: Impact to the funny bone'.

"Nailia... come here.."

Nailia rolls her eyes and steps over my lifeless body. "What."

"Please... when I die, please put all of my chocolate in the fridge," I say and gasp.

"I see the light..." I weakly hold out my arm. "I'm afraid, it's my time."

My family stands around me, staring at me. "Is... is she always like this?" Neo whispers to my mom.

"You don't know the half of it," she responds and I'm suddenly lifted up. Nova holds my almost dead body in his arms.

"No! Leave me, let me die peacefully..." I beg and let my limbs go limp but then I crack open an eye, "Wait a minute. At least let me die without being held by you, Nova, you cretin!"

Once everyone goes back to what they were doing, Nova flings me on the couch.

"Is this heaven?" I ask Nova as he sits down. "Are you an.... angel..."

"Or a demon!" I growl with anger.

"Matthews, stop being dramatic."

"But it makes everything funnier!" I say and sit up, "But you are a demon. And I'm mad at you,"

"I know... And I came to talk to you," he says and I scoff.

"Talk to the hand, baboon,"

"You're so annoying."

"I know," I taunt as Juniper and Klair sit down with us.

"You guys are so cute!" Klair coos and Juniper slaps her head again. "Woman, leave my head alone!"

"Stop bothering my niece."

"She's my niece too!"

"And she's my daughter. I can't believe you two are my sisters." mom sighs while sitting down with August. August stirs and stares at Nova.

"Would you like to hold her sweetie?" mom asks him and doesn't wait for him to answer, before putting August in his arms.

Seemingly forgetting my anger, I scoot over to him and smile at them. "If you touch her nose, she'll smile..." I say and grab his finger, making it touch her nose. She only stares at him and he softly laughs.

"Oh great. Now she's making me seem like a liar,"

"You two would make a good couple," aunt Klair winks at me. Juniper slaps her and Klair glares at her.

"Denisse tell her to stop hitting me!"

"Stop making everything weird!"

"I don't care if you guys are older by a minute, I will slap you." mom threatens and Neo chuckles.

"So, you're the youngest, huh?" Neo says as he sits down next to mom.

"Only by a minute," she whispers. She tilts her head towards Nova and mouths a 'look'.

I look at Nova to find him smiling as August drifts off to sleep in his arms.

Oh, my heart.

Nova turns to look at me, and I look away.

Exposed. I've been exposed.

•.•

As I struggle to wrap the present, Nova laughs at me. I blow a piece of hair out of my face and glare at him.

"Fine!" I hop up from my spot on his floor. "I'll be leaving,"

Nova had invited me over to wrap Christmas presents. Let's just say I can't wrap to save my life. But I will be wrapping Nova's body in it for breaking my heart!

I can't do anything to save my life.

A hand grabs my wrist, pulling me back. I land back on the ground with a thump.

"No, I'm sorry... I won't laugh again..." he says, "Promise!"

With red cheeks, I punch his arm. "Fine,"

I grab the wrapping paper and scissors and cut out a piece large enough to wrap Nailia's gift. Yes, calm down, calm down. I actually got Nailia something. I'm the nice sibling here.

I see Nova put one leg over another as he watches me. "Will you stay the night again?" he suddenly asks, catching me off guard. "It's late anyways." he immediatly adds.

I check my phone and see it's eleven. Gee, time sure does fly when you're getting laughed at.

Anyways, if I do go back home, I'd probably wake August up. And then mom would be mad at me, and all hell breaks loose when she's mad.

"I can just climb through my window," I say before humming, "But I guess because if I use my brain for once, you're gonna find a way to convince me to stay,"

Nova grins, "Look at you. Being logical for once,"

"I will snip you," I say while holding up the scissors, "I don't have my pajamas and I've been in these jeans all day."

I add, "And I want to shower,"

"You can do it here," he states while hopping up, "We have guest stuff,"

"Are you sure?" I ask.

The only place I've ever used someone's shower, is Manon's house. And even then, I struggle with turning on her shower for two hours.

He nods, "Yeah. I have pajamas you can wear,"

"Okay... I guess." I answer with a small smile. "But on one condition,"

"What?" he asks, stopping his search for pajamas.

"I want to sleep in the living room, I like to spread out." I state and he opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "No ifs, ands or buts."

He grumbles a 'fine' before continuing his search. I finish wrapping the present and stand up.

"I think I'm ready for that shower now," I state with a yawn. He lead me to a nice looking bathroom, and turned the water on. He gave me a fluffy thing and some new soap.

"So... I'll uh, I'll go look for a movie to put on for you," he stutters and quickly leaves.

Okay then.

I peel off my clothes and hop in the shower. I wash my body and then my hair.

"Singing in the shower, la da dee," I softly sing as I rinse my hair out.

I remember one time when I was younger, I was dancing in the shower and I slipped. That was actually a moment that scared me, because I had hit my head so hard that I blacked out for a split second.

And since I was so little, I really thought I was going to die.

But now that I'm older, I guess it's just funny in a way.

I get out of the shower and after a few minutes, I find a towel and dry myself off. Once I dried off, I poked my head out of the door.

"Nova?" I call for Nova. I hear a hushed 'yeah'. "I'd like those pajamas now, so I don't freeze and y'know, I'm nude,"

Nova slowly staggers up the stairs, his hand covering his eyes. "Such a gentleman," I tease as he gets closer.

I take a small pile of folded up clothes from him and go back into the bathroom. I unfold the clothes to find a grey t-shirt, black pajama pants and small boxers.

"Those, uh, were the smallest I had..." his voice is heard from the other side.

"It's fine!" I respond while slipping into the clothing. I put my bra back on which honestly made me feel more comfortable. I feel more comfortable when my titties aren't swinging around for everyone to see.

Is having good manners? Like, is it disrespectful for ladies to not wear a bra? Whatever.

The shirt reached my knees, and it felt as if I was being swallowed hole.

Damn my shortness.

I step out of the bathroom only to ram into Nova's chest. As I rub my nose, I look up at him. "That's like, the third time you've nearly broken my nose."

His eyes travel down my body and I instantly blush. "Oi," I snap my fingers and his eyes snap to mine. "Eyes up here buddy. You don't deserve that privilege."

I walk past him and downstairs. "What movie did you pick?" I ask while throwing myself on the couch. The lights are dimmed, and there is some candles lit.

Heh. Lit like my mixtape if I had one.

I successfully didn't fall off like that one time. That actually hurt my butt.

"Uh... Corspe Bride..." he says while putting a blanket over me. I snuggle into the blanket, inhaling the scent.

Smells like his bed.

"That's a good movie," I state and watch him sit down. "Aren't you going to sleep? You seem tired..."

He yawns, "I'll go to sleep when you do."

I toss my legs over his thighs and dramatically yawn. I rest my head on my palm, watching the movie.

"Hey Frost,"

"Yeah?"

"Can I show you something?" Nova asks in a quiet, almost sad voice. I make a hum noise and sit up. I watch with large eyes as he pulls off his shirt.

WAAAAAAH! What in the Magic Mike?!

He turns on the side table lamp, and faces his back towards me. A medium scar can be seen on his right elbow, and a few little ones as well.

I gasp lightly, "What happened?"

"My, uh, my dad was really drunk one night... and he wouldn't stop drinking. I was telling him to stop, but he wouldn't. My mom was at work, and... when I tried taking his last bottle..." He inhales sharply and turns to face me.

"H-He threw it at me..." he finishes in a whisper, and I look at him sadly. "He threw a glass bottle at me.."

"And that's was it. I screamed so loud that the neighbors heard and called the police..."

"It's stuck with me. This stupid scar is stuck with me forever. And all I'll remember about it is my fucking dad."

"I don't know why I'm telling you this," he says as he pulls his shirt back over, "But I never tell anyone so... I'm not looking for a long motivational speech but... just thought I'd tell you,"

My lips are parted as I stare at him before slowly, I wrap an arm around him and pull him close in a hug.

"Hey, you aren't the only one with a scar..."

"What do you mean?"

I let him go and sigh with a meek smile, "There was one time my parents were arguing and I decided to go outside to the park,"

"Then y'know, somehow my leg got stuck in one of the spiderweb climbing things," I say with a gentle laugh, "Then to make everything more dramatic, it started raining like, super hard,"

"I realized that I was actually stuck and that's when I started to panic," I explain, "To be honest, I thought I was gonna drown, even though it's probably not possible,"

"Did you get out?" Nova asks with a frown.

I nod, "Well yeah but still... never been able to enjoy the rain the same,"

"One of those bolt thingies went through my leg," I explain and roll up the left pant leg to show a scar on my thigh, "Makes one badass scar though!"

Nova stares at the scar, breathing deeply. "How... how old were you?"

I shrug my shoulders, "Seven or eight."

"... I'm sorry," he says and I shrug, rolling the pant leg back down.

"It's alright,"

He sighs again, "You want to know something, Frost?"

"Huh?"

"I'm glad I talked to you..."

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Yeet, yeet and yeet.

I'm tired.

Sorry if there was any spelling errors or any errors at all, I typed this without my coffee and I WAS BORED I COULDNT THINK

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