Chapter 45

Listen to my kind by Alessia Cara.

Emmet and I spent a lot of time together; we went to the movies and Niagara falls yesterday and he made everything fun and interesting.

I sat on my bed, writing down how I felt about Emmet in my big book that I hoped to publish someday when I have the courage. For now, it was like a diary–totally confidential.

"Nicky!" Damon's voice echoed from downstairs. "Nicky!"

I sighed and swung my legs from the bed to the floor. My book was resting under my blue duvet and I made a mental note to put it back when I return, but first–I needed to know why my best friend was yelling my name like a goat.

He yelled again and I jogged down the stairs. "I'm coming!!!"

My feet took me as fast as I could to where he was seated in front of an Apple laptop.

"Jeez!" I scowled. "I thought you were dying