Nick/Macy fic, "Resolute" - Chapter 2
Title: Resolute (2/8)
Author: re_vitalized
Fandom: JONAS
Rating: PG-13
Type: multi-chapter
Summary: She was afraid of growing up, and he was already there; the classic Peter Pan and Wendy tale, it seemed.
PART II: Roadways
Her eyes lifted unconsciously, stealing a glance at him. She couldn't help but note that, while he'd always been an older soul growing up; he didn't look 24. He just looked older… tired.
She remembered back to six summers ago; the memory as vivid as anything she'd ever seen. It was the summer before their last year of high school, and their one year anniversary. As an homage to their first date, Nick took her to a spot in the park - their spot - and had a picnic. He was going on a solo tour in a few weeks and she dreaded the thought of being away from him for more than 2 months. The band had taken an indefinite hiatus due to Nick graduating that year, Joe starting college while acting in indie films, and Kevin fully concentrating on his own college studies. Nick had decided to keep going, half of it being that he couldn't picture himself not playing music. It was his passion; he ate, lived, and breathed it - the other half was pressure form his father to continue and keep up the success that he spent so many years building up through the boys.
Six summers later, she could still see the stress apparent on his face. In lieu of everything that was happening, she knew she wasn't helping the situation, as unintentional as her actions may be. She opened her mouth to say something, and he must have sensed that, because for the first time in a long while since they've been sitting there, he looked up. She blinked and moved her eyes back down briskly to fiddle with the handle of her coffee mug. She cursed herself internally.
She felt like she was seventeen again, being with him at that moment. She knew she shouldn't be reminiscing, but just being around him had always made her feel… something. A variety of things. They'd been through so much; she remembered a time when she thought that they'd be each other's forever.
Six Years Ago
"I really don't want to leave next year. The idea of being on my own, college and careers… It just freaks me out. A lot." She frowned, crossing her legs as they sat on the park bench, having taken a break from their walk.
"No, I get it," he nodded, squinting against the sun, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "You have some kind of Peter Pan complex."
She arched an eyebrow and leaned back in hear seat. "Do I? Enlighten me, Freud."
"Don't tell me you've never read about Peter Pan," he replied, shooting her an incredulous glare.
"I've seen the movie when I was a kid," she contributed, shrugging. "I was always a Little Mermaid and Aladdin kind of girl, though."
"You're into the whole 'princess' thing?"
She nudged him lightly with her shoulder. "As long as she ends up with her prince."
Nick smirked. "And they live happily ever after, right?"
"Pretty much. And if I remember correctly, Peter Pan and Wendy didn't end up together, did they?"
"Well, no, but…" He trailed off, and Macy looked at him. He seemed to be trying to figure things out in his head. "See, the thing with Peter Pan is that he never grew up; he was scared to. Kind of like you are," he grinned, nudging her back gently. "He wanted to stay in Never Land and just be a kid. He was pretty much undeveloped emotionally, so he never understood the concept of love. He might've started feeling it for Wendy, but he was just that: scared. But, Wendy took care of him anyway, she was always there and she cared about him a lot."
Macy blinked and smiled. "Sounds familiar."
"Yeah," he agreed, proud of the analogy. "They were quite the pair, those two. But hey, they turned out fine, I think."
"You think it mirrors you and me?"
He shrugged one shoulder and continued staring out towards the sun. "I'll always be there to take care of you."
She felt her smile widen at his words, letting that statement sink in for a bit. "So… I'm Peter, and you're Wendy?" She teased.
Nick laughed and wrinkled his nose. "That doesn't sound right, does it?"
"No," she agreed. "But it makes perfect sense."
"I think so, too."
"You know what's different in this scenario, though?" She asked, turning her body towards him slightly and taking his hand.
"What's that?" He asked, looking down and playing with her fingers.
"The love that I have for you," she looked at him pointedly with her eyes. "It's very much understood."
He could only grin and pull her closer to him, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "I know."
"Wow, how many trash cans exploded in here?" She asked walking into the boys' room one Saturday afternoon (though it had become mainly Nick's room since his brothers left for college). He was there alone at his desk, practically drowning in paper; crumpled wads, loose sheets, all ripped and crinkled.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, beckoning and reaching for her. "This sucks," he commented, pulling her to straddle his lap and tiredly laying his head into her neck, letting his arms hang limply on her thighs.
She frowned and glanced down at him. "Aww," she cooed, patting his head fondly. "What's wrong?"
"Dad wants a song done by tomorrow so we can fit it into the tour line up as soon as possible. He says I need 'fresh material' to stay on top." His tone was tired. "Says I have to work extra hard because it's just me now. He just sprung this news on me yesterday, can you believe that?"
She shifted her eyes around the room at the mess of scratched out lyrics and sheet music. "No success, I'm guessing?"
He shook his head. "I don't do well under pressure. The songs usually just come to me, you know? But all his nagging is just-it's driving me over the edge right now." He pulled back from her slightly and frowned, deep in thought.
"You just need to relax, that's all," she replied. He nodded in agreement and she scanned his face; she worried about him when he got tired and stressed out. "Do you need me to leave?"
At that exact moment, she felt his grip tighten on her thighs and his hands snaked around her waist as he buried his face into her neck again. "No; stay with me."
She placed her hands on his shoulders. "Okay then, maybe I can be of some inspiration," she said, wanting to help him.
"What do you mean 'maybe'? You've been my inspiration for an entire album. You still are," he offered, tilting his head up a little to kiss under her jaw.
"Mm, brownie points for Mr. Nick Lucas," she laughed softly, pulling back and pecking his lips with hers. "But really, what can I do to help?"
"Just sit here with me?"
"Of course," she replied.
"I can't believe you're gonna be gone for two months," she said, frowning.
"I always tour in the summer," he chuckled, plopping down on the couch next to her, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. She looked at him and grimaced at his etiquette. He laughed in response.
"I know, but the last time you toured, we weren't together… not technically, anyway," she added, remembering their endless phone conversations. She thought her poor dad was going to die when he saw the phone bill.
"Hm, true," he nodded. "And it'll be the first time on tour without my brothers..."
He sounded a little worried now. She tilted her head to look at him. "You nervous?"
"I wasn't until now," he scoffed, unsmiling.
She felt kind of bad that she even brought it up now. Turning towards him, she took the bowl of popcorn out of his hands and replaced it with her own. "You'll do great; I'm sure they would've loved to even come along if they had the chance." He nodded, seemingly relaxing; she liked having that affect on him. "I'm the one who should be a worried," she admitted.
"Why?" He asked, genuinely curious.
"Because I'll miss you," she said, sounding like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it was. "What am I going to do with myself?"
This summer had been different; Stella was off in New York studying fashion, and while the blonde tried her best to visit them in New Jersey, her schedule wouldn't allow it this summer. She was too busy with a junior internship for an up and coming New York designer. Joe was busy filming a movie in Arizona, and Kevin was down there to support his brother, also in hopes of breaking into the filmmaking business. They would all see Nick on tour when he hit their appropriate cities, but her on the other hand… she was stuck there. By herself (the thought of him out there surrounded by millions of people worried her slightly, also; she couldn't lie).
She hated feeling like this, though. She really didn't want to turn out to be one of those girls who was so attached to her boyfriend, that even the thought of spending a day apart almost made her pass out. Although, if she were an outsider looking in on her life, she'd understand why… her boyfriend was one of the most wanted boys in the world among throngs of teenage (and even older) girls. But, she trusted him enough that she was rarely ever jealous of anyone. She knew Nick.
"Mace? Did you hear me?"
She broke out of her thoughts and looked at her boyfriend, who was looking at her with a confused expression.
"Yeah, sorry. I mean, no, I didn't," she scrambled. "Sorry."
They laughed and Nick looked at her seriously this time. "I asked you if… you maybe wanted to come on tour with me this summer?"
She froze again, her mouth slightly open.
"Mace, babe, you gotta stop spacing out on me like that," Nick laughed nervously.
"Wow," was her only response.
"Well I thought since you're not really… doing anything this summer, and since Stella's not able to come down and hang out…"
She smiled. He knew her so well.
"Yes," she said immediately, perking up in her spot, tightening her grasp on his hands out of excitement.
"Yeah?" His tone matched hers.
She nodded happily, and leaned back a little, letting his hands go. "Me? On tour… with a JONAS? Wait 'til the fan club hears about this one!" Macy chanced a glance at him and laughed as his face fell. "I'm kidding!"
He cracked a grin, then. He was obviously relieved that Macy had calmed down immensely on the obsessive fan side.
"Kind of. Maybe."
He blinked at her and reached over, tickling her stomach, surprising her and making her shriek in mirth.
"Nick! Okay!" She laughed, her body twisting in an attempt to escape his grasp. The sound of his own laugh rang through her ears - she loved that sound so much - and she may have let him have his fun for a little longer than she wanted. "Nicholas!"
He gave up and his laugh trailed off as he settled back down on the sofa, a content smile on his face. Macy swatted his chest lightly.
"Jerk," she grinned, taking her spot next to him once more.
"Ow," he feigned hurt, clutching the spot where she hit him.
She giggled and looked at him. "I'm still allowed to come on tour, right? My invitation's not revoked or anything?"
He threw his head back and laughed. "You're good," he reassured. "Besides… I need you there." He gave her a meaningful sidelong glance and a smirk that always made her knees weak.
She bit her lip and leaned over, kissing him. She just couldn't help herself sometimes (all the time). Still leaned back in his seat as she half-hovered over him, he tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her closer to him. She lightly nibbled his bottom lip with her teeth and he moaned, his other hand pulling her to straddle him and pressing against the small of her back. She sighed deeply and gladly arched into him; they couldn't get any closer but she felt like she just needed to. Her arm rested on his shoulder, her fingertips playing with his ear gently. She felt him shiver and he deepened the kiss.
"You make me crazy, you know that?" He murmured against her skin, his lips making a trail down to her neck. He sucked on her earlobe before kissing that spot that she loved under her jaw and she whimpered. Her fingers ran through his curls and he let out a satisfied groan. She bit her lip again, loving the fact that a simple touch from her could send him into a state of pleasure like this. This side of Nick was one that no one had ever had the chance of meeting, and he had told her on previous occasion that it was all reserved for her only.
Lucky for her, because he licked across her exposed collarbone and she thought she was done for. This boy was going to be the death of her. She was about to pull him into another searing kiss when she heard something. She pulled away and heard a whine of protest from him. She hurriedly climbed off of him and sat down, stiff as a board, her eyes looking straight forward.
"Mace-"
"Shh. Stairs."
He turned his head in time to see his dad walk up and into the room.
"Nicky," Tom Lucas said, smiling. "Hi Macy."
"Hi!" She said, her voice a little strained and her hand discreetly readjusting her shirt back into place.
"What are you two up to?"
"Nothing," the two teenagers said quickly in unison.
"Just watching a movie," Nick added.
Macy shut her eyes and wanted to slap her forehead.
Tom curiously looked at the big screen. "The tv's off…"
Nick blinked, speechless and just looked at his dad. "Yeah…"
Tom blinked back. "Yeah."
Macy wanted to laugh, but she couldn't bring herself to. The disheveled clothes and Nick's messy hair should've been a dead giveaway, and maybe it was; but with Mr. Lucas, she never knew.
"Anyway," Tom said, throwing his hands up. "Awesome news; Meckle loves the new song."
"That's great, dad," Nick grinned. Macy smiled as well, proud of him.
"That's not all! He thinks you should get another two songs out and we'll use them all on tour; how great is that? Maybe even put them on the album, if the fan response is good enough!"
Macy observed Nick's expression carefully. His eyes widened slightly. "The tour starts in two weeks. We already have the set list locked down, I don't know, dad-"
"Nick, you've always been my most efficient child - don't tell the other three - I know you can do this."
He stayed silent for a while, staring at the wall above his dad's head. "Fine."
Macy chewed on her bottom lip as Tom gave his son a thumbs up and bounded back down the stairs. She reached out and gave his arm a comforting squeeze.
"Unbelievable," he muttered.
"Why didn't you say no?"
"They're the bosses," he shrugged exasperated, referring to his father and Malcolm Meckle.
"Why don't we watch the movie?" She said, smiling and hoping to lighten the mood.
He reached over and twirled a strand of her hair through his fingers. "Can we do what we were doing before we got interrupted?"
She laughed and took his hand, kissing his knuckles. "Maybe later," she winked.
He grinned and got up to put the movie in. "I'm holding you to that," he said over his shoulder before turning the tv on.
"What are we watching, anyway?" She asked curiously. They usually had movie nights on Fridays and he forgot to tell her what they were watching that night. Unless he didn't tell her on purpose.
"Peter Pan," he said, taking his seat beside her. She let out a laugh, snuggling into his arm and chest as the movie begun and the words flashed across the screen.
All children grow up, except one.
Author: re_vitalized
Fandom: JONAS
Rating: PG-13
Type: multi-chapter
Summary: She was afraid of growing up, and he was already there; the classic Peter Pan and Wendy tale, it seemed.
PART II: Roadways
Her eyes lifted unconsciously, stealing a glance at him. She couldn't help but note that, while he'd always been an older soul growing up; he didn't look 24. He just looked older… tired.
She remembered back to six summers ago; the memory as vivid as anything she'd ever seen. It was the summer before their last year of high school, and their one year anniversary. As an homage to their first date, Nick took her to a spot in the park - their spot - and had a picnic. He was going on a solo tour in a few weeks and she dreaded the thought of being away from him for more than 2 months. The band had taken an indefinite hiatus due to Nick graduating that year, Joe starting college while acting in indie films, and Kevin fully concentrating on his own college studies. Nick had decided to keep going, half of it being that he couldn't picture himself not playing music. It was his passion; he ate, lived, and breathed it - the other half was pressure form his father to continue and keep up the success that he spent so many years building up through the boys.
Six summers later, she could still see the stress apparent on his face. In lieu of everything that was happening, she knew she wasn't helping the situation, as unintentional as her actions may be. She opened her mouth to say something, and he must have sensed that, because for the first time in a long while since they've been sitting there, he looked up. She blinked and moved her eyes back down briskly to fiddle with the handle of her coffee mug. She cursed herself internally.
She felt like she was seventeen again, being with him at that moment. She knew she shouldn't be reminiscing, but just being around him had always made her feel… something. A variety of things. They'd been through so much; she remembered a time when she thought that they'd be each other's forever.
Six Years Ago
"I really don't want to leave next year. The idea of being on my own, college and careers… It just freaks me out. A lot." She frowned, crossing her legs as they sat on the park bench, having taken a break from their walk.
"No, I get it," he nodded, squinting against the sun, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "You have some kind of Peter Pan complex."
She arched an eyebrow and leaned back in hear seat. "Do I? Enlighten me, Freud."
"Don't tell me you've never read about Peter Pan," he replied, shooting her an incredulous glare.
"I've seen the movie when I was a kid," she contributed, shrugging. "I was always a Little Mermaid and Aladdin kind of girl, though."
"You're into the whole 'princess' thing?"
She nudged him lightly with her shoulder. "As long as she ends up with her prince."
Nick smirked. "And they live happily ever after, right?"
"Pretty much. And if I remember correctly, Peter Pan and Wendy didn't end up together, did they?"
"Well, no, but…" He trailed off, and Macy looked at him. He seemed to be trying to figure things out in his head. "See, the thing with Peter Pan is that he never grew up; he was scared to. Kind of like you are," he grinned, nudging her back gently. "He wanted to stay in Never Land and just be a kid. He was pretty much undeveloped emotionally, so he never understood the concept of love. He might've started feeling it for Wendy, but he was just that: scared. But, Wendy took care of him anyway, she was always there and she cared about him a lot."
Macy blinked and smiled. "Sounds familiar."
"Yeah," he agreed, proud of the analogy. "They were quite the pair, those two. But hey, they turned out fine, I think."
"You think it mirrors you and me?"
He shrugged one shoulder and continued staring out towards the sun. "I'll always be there to take care of you."
She felt her smile widen at his words, letting that statement sink in for a bit. "So… I'm Peter, and you're Wendy?" She teased.
Nick laughed and wrinkled his nose. "That doesn't sound right, does it?"
"No," she agreed. "But it makes perfect sense."
"I think so, too."
"You know what's different in this scenario, though?" She asked, turning her body towards him slightly and taking his hand.
"What's that?" He asked, looking down and playing with her fingers.
"The love that I have for you," she looked at him pointedly with her eyes. "It's very much understood."
He could only grin and pull her closer to him, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "I know."
"Wow, how many trash cans exploded in here?" She asked walking into the boys' room one Saturday afternoon (though it had become mainly Nick's room since his brothers left for college). He was there alone at his desk, practically drowning in paper; crumpled wads, loose sheets, all ripped and crinkled.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, beckoning and reaching for her. "This sucks," he commented, pulling her to straddle his lap and tiredly laying his head into her neck, letting his arms hang limply on her thighs.
She frowned and glanced down at him. "Aww," she cooed, patting his head fondly. "What's wrong?"
"Dad wants a song done by tomorrow so we can fit it into the tour line up as soon as possible. He says I need 'fresh material' to stay on top." His tone was tired. "Says I have to work extra hard because it's just me now. He just sprung this news on me yesterday, can you believe that?"
She shifted her eyes around the room at the mess of scratched out lyrics and sheet music. "No success, I'm guessing?"
He shook his head. "I don't do well under pressure. The songs usually just come to me, you know? But all his nagging is just-it's driving me over the edge right now." He pulled back from her slightly and frowned, deep in thought.
"You just need to relax, that's all," she replied. He nodded in agreement and she scanned his face; she worried about him when he got tired and stressed out. "Do you need me to leave?"
At that exact moment, she felt his grip tighten on her thighs and his hands snaked around her waist as he buried his face into her neck again. "No; stay with me."
She placed her hands on his shoulders. "Okay then, maybe I can be of some inspiration," she said, wanting to help him.
"What do you mean 'maybe'? You've been my inspiration for an entire album. You still are," he offered, tilting his head up a little to kiss under her jaw.
"Mm, brownie points for Mr. Nick Lucas," she laughed softly, pulling back and pecking his lips with hers. "But really, what can I do to help?"
"Just sit here with me?"
"Of course," she replied.
"I can't believe you're gonna be gone for two months," she said, frowning.
"I always tour in the summer," he chuckled, plopping down on the couch next to her, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. She looked at him and grimaced at his etiquette. He laughed in response.
"I know, but the last time you toured, we weren't together… not technically, anyway," she added, remembering their endless phone conversations. She thought her poor dad was going to die when he saw the phone bill.
"Hm, true," he nodded. "And it'll be the first time on tour without my brothers..."
He sounded a little worried now. She tilted her head to look at him. "You nervous?"
"I wasn't until now," he scoffed, unsmiling.
She felt kind of bad that she even brought it up now. Turning towards him, she took the bowl of popcorn out of his hands and replaced it with her own. "You'll do great; I'm sure they would've loved to even come along if they had the chance." He nodded, seemingly relaxing; she liked having that affect on him. "I'm the one who should be a worried," she admitted.
"Why?" He asked, genuinely curious.
"Because I'll miss you," she said, sounding like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it was. "What am I going to do with myself?"
This summer had been different; Stella was off in New York studying fashion, and while the blonde tried her best to visit them in New Jersey, her schedule wouldn't allow it this summer. She was too busy with a junior internship for an up and coming New York designer. Joe was busy filming a movie in Arizona, and Kevin was down there to support his brother, also in hopes of breaking into the filmmaking business. They would all see Nick on tour when he hit their appropriate cities, but her on the other hand… she was stuck there. By herself (the thought of him out there surrounded by millions of people worried her slightly, also; she couldn't lie).
She hated feeling like this, though. She really didn't want to turn out to be one of those girls who was so attached to her boyfriend, that even the thought of spending a day apart almost made her pass out. Although, if she were an outsider looking in on her life, she'd understand why… her boyfriend was one of the most wanted boys in the world among throngs of teenage (and even older) girls. But, she trusted him enough that she was rarely ever jealous of anyone. She knew Nick.
"Mace? Did you hear me?"
She broke out of her thoughts and looked at her boyfriend, who was looking at her with a confused expression.
"Yeah, sorry. I mean, no, I didn't," she scrambled. "Sorry."
They laughed and Nick looked at her seriously this time. "I asked you if… you maybe wanted to come on tour with me this summer?"
She froze again, her mouth slightly open.
"Mace, babe, you gotta stop spacing out on me like that," Nick laughed nervously.
"Wow," was her only response.
"Well I thought since you're not really… doing anything this summer, and since Stella's not able to come down and hang out…"
She smiled. He knew her so well.
"Yes," she said immediately, perking up in her spot, tightening her grasp on his hands out of excitement.
"Yeah?" His tone matched hers.
She nodded happily, and leaned back a little, letting his hands go. "Me? On tour… with a JONAS? Wait 'til the fan club hears about this one!" Macy chanced a glance at him and laughed as his face fell. "I'm kidding!"
He cracked a grin, then. He was obviously relieved that Macy had calmed down immensely on the obsessive fan side.
"Kind of. Maybe."
He blinked at her and reached over, tickling her stomach, surprising her and making her shriek in mirth.
"Nick! Okay!" She laughed, her body twisting in an attempt to escape his grasp. The sound of his own laugh rang through her ears - she loved that sound so much - and she may have let him have his fun for a little longer than she wanted. "Nicholas!"
He gave up and his laugh trailed off as he settled back down on the sofa, a content smile on his face. Macy swatted his chest lightly.
"Jerk," she grinned, taking her spot next to him once more.
"Ow," he feigned hurt, clutching the spot where she hit him.
She giggled and looked at him. "I'm still allowed to come on tour, right? My invitation's not revoked or anything?"
He threw his head back and laughed. "You're good," he reassured. "Besides… I need you there." He gave her a meaningful sidelong glance and a smirk that always made her knees weak.
She bit her lip and leaned over, kissing him. She just couldn't help herself sometimes (all the time). Still leaned back in his seat as she half-hovered over him, he tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her closer to him. She lightly nibbled his bottom lip with her teeth and he moaned, his other hand pulling her to straddle him and pressing against the small of her back. She sighed deeply and gladly arched into him; they couldn't get any closer but she felt like she just needed to. Her arm rested on his shoulder, her fingertips playing with his ear gently. She felt him shiver and he deepened the kiss.
"You make me crazy, you know that?" He murmured against her skin, his lips making a trail down to her neck. He sucked on her earlobe before kissing that spot that she loved under her jaw and she whimpered. Her fingers ran through his curls and he let out a satisfied groan. She bit her lip again, loving the fact that a simple touch from her could send him into a state of pleasure like this. This side of Nick was one that no one had ever had the chance of meeting, and he had told her on previous occasion that it was all reserved for her only.
Lucky for her, because he licked across her exposed collarbone and she thought she was done for. This boy was going to be the death of her. She was about to pull him into another searing kiss when she heard something. She pulled away and heard a whine of protest from him. She hurriedly climbed off of him and sat down, stiff as a board, her eyes looking straight forward.
"Mace-"
"Shh. Stairs."
He turned his head in time to see his dad walk up and into the room.
"Nicky," Tom Lucas said, smiling. "Hi Macy."
"Hi!" She said, her voice a little strained and her hand discreetly readjusting her shirt back into place.
"What are you two up to?"
"Nothing," the two teenagers said quickly in unison.
"Just watching a movie," Nick added.
Macy shut her eyes and wanted to slap her forehead.
Tom curiously looked at the big screen. "The tv's off…"
Nick blinked, speechless and just looked at his dad. "Yeah…"
Tom blinked back. "Yeah."
Macy wanted to laugh, but she couldn't bring herself to. The disheveled clothes and Nick's messy hair should've been a dead giveaway, and maybe it was; but with Mr. Lucas, she never knew.
"Anyway," Tom said, throwing his hands up. "Awesome news; Meckle loves the new song."
"That's great, dad," Nick grinned. Macy smiled as well, proud of him.
"That's not all! He thinks you should get another two songs out and we'll use them all on tour; how great is that? Maybe even put them on the album, if the fan response is good enough!"
Macy observed Nick's expression carefully. His eyes widened slightly. "The tour starts in two weeks. We already have the set list locked down, I don't know, dad-"
"Nick, you've always been my most efficient child - don't tell the other three - I know you can do this."
He stayed silent for a while, staring at the wall above his dad's head. "Fine."
Macy chewed on her bottom lip as Tom gave his son a thumbs up and bounded back down the stairs. She reached out and gave his arm a comforting squeeze.
"Unbelievable," he muttered.
"Why didn't you say no?"
"They're the bosses," he shrugged exasperated, referring to his father and Malcolm Meckle.
"Why don't we watch the movie?" She said, smiling and hoping to lighten the mood.
He reached over and twirled a strand of her hair through his fingers. "Can we do what we were doing before we got interrupted?"
She laughed and took his hand, kissing his knuckles. "Maybe later," she winked.
He grinned and got up to put the movie in. "I'm holding you to that," he said over his shoulder before turning the tv on.
"What are we watching, anyway?" She asked curiously. They usually had movie nights on Fridays and he forgot to tell her what they were watching that night. Unless he didn't tell her on purpose.
"Peter Pan," he said, taking his seat beside her. She let out a laugh, snuggling into his arm and chest as the movie begun and the words flashed across the screen.
All children grow up, except one.