Shivers

Julianna's point of view

"Halloween H2O?" I exclaimed. "You rented Halloween H2O?" I hit Nick with the video.
"Ow!" he complained.
"I specifically told you not to rent any horror movies!"
"I rented another movie besides this," he defended himself.
I crossed my arms over my chest. "What is it?" If it was gonna be another horror movie, he wouldn't need to watch one because I was ready to kill him myself.
Nick held up a box.
"THE LITTLE MERMAID?!" I yelled.
He shrugged. "It's hard to find anything good in the video store at twelve thirty at night on a Saturday." He looked at the box I was threatening to hit him with again and at the one in his hand. "So which one do you wanna watch?"
I made a face. "Honestly? Neither. But since I'm very bored and very awake, I guess the cartoon it is," I sighed.
Nick grinned. "Cool, where're we watching it?" he looked around the living room.
"My room, it's more comfy there," I replied, going up the stairs. Nick's pounding footsteps echoed behind me. Once there, I popped the tape into the VCR and plopped down onto my bed. Stretching out on my stomach, I faced the TV. I turned to look at Nick. "Gonna watch the thing standing up?" I asked.
"Uh, right," he snapped out of whatever train of thought he was on. I should've let him just stand there, I mean, that train doesn't exactly come very often.
Nick kicked off his sneakers and plopped down onto my bed right next to me. He folded his arms in front of him and placed his chin on them. "So how did your date go?" he asked, not taking his eyes off of the singing Sebastian.
"It was…wonderful," I sighed happily.
"Oh yeah, I'm good," Nick nodded his head.
I swatted his shoulder playfully. "Yes, you're good, happy?"
"Very," he grinned and watched Ariel swirl in her little cave of treasures.
I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for introducing us."
"You're welcome," Nick replied, only sincerity in his tone.
I turned my attention back to the TV.
"Hey do you think-" I stopped talking and looked at my friend. Nick was fast asleep on my bed.
I stifled a laugh and wondered what I was supposed to do and where I was supposed to sleep. I then surprisingly found myself yawning and decided to just sleep in the position I was in. I turned off the TV, turned over onto my back, and fell asleep.

Nick's point of view

I rolled over and my hand hit something soft.
Since when did my pillow have hair?
I opened one eye and saw Julianna asleep next to me. I panicked for a moment but then realized that we were both dressed this time and then remembered that we were watching The Little Mermaid the night before. I looked at Julianna's alarm clock and saw that it was almost eleven in the morning.
I yawned and sat up. I then heard the phone ringing. I looked around and was surprised to find it under my leg. How it got there I had absolutely no idea and wasn't about to wonder about that fact.
"Hello?" I yawned again.
"Nick?" Brad's confused voice was heard through the phone. "Did I dial your number by mistake?"
I laughed slightly. "No man, you got the right number, Jul is right here," I told him.
"Right where?" he was still confused.
"Next to me. We fell asleep watching The Little Mermaid last night."
"The what?"
"Don't ask, just don't ask," I shook my head.
Brad laughed. "I won't, so is she asleep or something?"
"Yeah, she's still out," I replied.
"No I'm not," Julianna said sleepily, her eyes still closed. "Who's on the phone?" she yawned.
I covered the receiver with my hand. "Brad," I said.
Julianna immediately snapped awake and sat up on the bed. "Gimme the phone!" she demanded, reaching for it.
"Nuh uh," I shook my head. "You gotta say please."
"Please give me the phone!" she exclaimed.
I shook my head again. "You gotta say 'Nick please give me the phone you are the hottest guy on this planet and I'll never find anyone hotter than you'," I grinned.
Julianna stopped reaching for the phone. "I didn't want it that bad anyway," she shrugged.
"I-hey!" I complained. "Mean!"
"Hey guys, I'm still here!" Brad yelled through the receiver.
"Nick look! It's Kevin's eyebrows!" Julianna pointed to her left.
"Huh?" I actually fell for it.
Julianna cracked up as she grabbed the phone out of my hand and held it up to her ear. "Sorry about that, I've got a Backstreet Boy that won't go away. I sprayed the stuff to get him to leave but he keeps coming back," she said and gave me a toothy grin.
I shook my head at her. I couldn't believe I actually fell for what she said. I was definitely not awake yet.
"So what's up?" she got up from the bed and walked around it to get to her slippers.
I rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling. "You got those glow in the dark stars up here? Cool!" I called out to Julianna, who waved her hand at me to shut up. Like I would listen to that. "When did you put them up here? Did you feel cool when you did it? Do you lie awake at night staring at them?" The next thing I knew, Julianna's shirt was flying at me. It landed on my head and I caught a whiff of her perfume that still lingered on the material. "Hey what kind of perfume do you use?" I took the shirt off of my head and rolled my eyes when I saw that it was the shirt with *NSYNC's picture on it. She took a bottle off of her dresser. "Don't throw the thing at me, I just want the name," I raised my hands in defense.
"Brad, hang on a sec," she said into the phone. "Do you always have to have people pay attention to you?" she glared at me.
I shrugged. "It's a side effect of being so popular," I puffed out my chest.
Julianna walked over to me and slammed the perfume bottle into me, knocking the air out of my lungs. "And that's a side effect of bothering me while I'm on the phone," she grinned and walked out of the room.
I chuckled and looked at the bottle I held. "Tommy Girl," I read. It wasn't bad.
"Where did you buy this?" I called out after her, walking into the hallway. I ducked when a pillow came flying at my head. She had a good aim. Too bad she was using it for evil.

Julianna's point of view

"Yeah, pool today sounds good," I nodded.
"Great, so how about I pick you up at four?" Brad asked.
I walked into the kitchen and took out the eggs from the refrigerator. "Perfect," I told him and searched for my pan.
"Cool, so I'll see you in a few hours."
"All right, bye."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and turned towards the breakfast I was attempting to make. Was an omelet supposed to contain milk or was that a myth?
I frowned at the eggs and decided that cereal would be a much safer way to go. I put everything back where I found it and took out my second choice of breakfast. I then headed upstairs to take a shower. I rolled my eyes when I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Nick. Good thing I had two showers in my house.
I went back downstairs and into the second bathroom.
Ten minutes later I emerged, fully awake, and saw Nick sitting at the kitchen table munching away on cereal.
"I see you found breakfast," I chuckled.
Nick nodded. "Umf shrousre," he said with a mouthful of food.
I laughed at his pathetic attempt to talk coherently while eating and grabbed a bowl. "Brad and I are going to play pool around four so you, my friend, are gonna have to make yourself scarce before then," I told him.
Nick swallowed. "I'm not invited?" he stuck out his lower lip.
"It's a date, that usually involves two people," I held up two fingers.
"Why do you have to go to play pool anyway? You have a pool table in there," he pointed towards my entertainment room.
I shrugged. "I dunno, it's the whole going out thing. I like it better than staying here and playing."
Nick pouted. "So I'm still not invited?"
I shook my head and swallowed my cereal. "Nuh uh."
"Fine, be that way," he stuffed his nose into his bowl, as if it was the most fascinating thing on the planet. If I didn't know any better, I would've thought he was actually mad-but I knew better. I saw a hint of a smile playing on his lips but I continued eating, pretending that I didn't care if he was mad or not.
Five minutes later he got sick of looking at his breakfast and started talking about some basketball game he saw on TV the day before. Since he was doing all the talking, all I had to do was nod occasionally, which I did.
As soon as I was done with my food, I put the plate in the dishwasher and told Nick I was going to go check my e-mail. He mumbled an 'okay' before heading into the living room to watch TV.
I turned on my computer and waited till it booted up. I then opened AOL and signed on. Sighing when I saw that I had 135 new e-mails, I quickly began sorting through the junk. Leaving the little e-mail from people I knew intact, I deleted everything else. I then noticed that I had an e-mail simply entitled "might want to read this." Curious, I opened it.
"I'm watching you," I read. "What the hell?" I mumbled.
"Who's watching who?" Nick asked from behind me.
I nearly jumped out of my skin. "NICK! Do NOT sneak up on me!" I yelled.
"I didn't sneak, I walked normally," he retorted. "You were the one so into your e-mails that you didn't even hear me coming," he added.
I waited for my heartbeat to go back to its regular speed.
"So who's watching who?" he repeated, looking at my screen.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I got an e-mail that simply said 'I'm watching you' and I have no idea what it means," I told him.
Nick looked at the e-mail, still open on my screen and scratched his head. "Weird," he commented.
I nodded. "Yeah, but it's probably someone goofing around," I said and deleted the strange piece of mail. Closing my AOL and turning off my computer, I turned around to face Nick. "I still have a couple of hours to kill, you wanna go swim in the pool for a while?" I asked.
"But I don't have any swimming trunks, unless…" he wiggled his eyebrows up and down mischievously.
"You've been hanging around AJ for too long," I shook my head at him and got up. "Come on, I have some in the pool house. I'm sure there's a pair in your size there," I went into the hallway and downstairs.
Nick followed.
Surely enough, there were swimming trunks in his size hanging in the small closet in the pool house. Though Nick complained about their orange and yellow coloring, he agreed to wear them nevertheless. I left him to change while I went upstairs to my room to get a bathing suit. Taking out my favorite two-piece black one, I put it on and gathered my hair into a somewhat messy tail.
I got to the backyard and saw that Nick was already in the water doing laps. I looked at the sun shining high, thankful to be in Florida and not in New York on the January day.
I was yanked out of my thoughts as ice cold water was splashed all over me. I pushed my wet strands of hair out of my face and glared at Nick, who was standing in the middle of the pool and grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Carter, you are so gonna pay for that," I warned and dove into the pool, quickly heading to where Nick was standing. I heard him yell out a 'yikes!' and from underwater, saw his legs begin to retreat to the other side of the pool. Little did he know that I was a very fast swimmer. As soon as we were in the area of where the water was about eight feet deep, I wrapped my arms around Nick's legs and pulled him underwater. I surfaced, and looked around, waiting for him to come up.
"Now you're gonna pay for that," Nick's voice came from behind me and the next thing I knew, my head was pushed down and I was dunked. I shook my head underwater at the blond Backstreet Boy and held my breath. Since I had taken swimming classes for about seven years, I was able to hold my breath for close to two minutes. I wondered how long it would take Nick to panic.

Nick's point of view

"Come on Jul, it's not funny anymore," I called out at Julianna's figure underwater, which seemed to be a little too still. She had been submerged for nearly a minute and a half now and panic was slowly beginning to set in. "Oh God!" I exclaimed and dove, praying that she wasn't dead or something. I wrapped my arm around her waist and felt that she was totally limp. My panic had turned into full blown-out terror by then. I surfaced and while supporting Julianna with one hand underneath her to make her float in the water, I closed her nose with my other hand and drew in a deep breath, fully prepared to perform CPR.
"Don't even think about placing those lips of yours on mine Carter," Julianna opened her eyes. I immediately removed my hand from underneath her and glared while she continued to happily float on the water.
"That was so not funny," I told her. "It wasn't even in the zip code of funny," I emphasized.
"I didn't know funny had a zip code," she stuck out her tongue at me.
"It does have one, and this wasn't it," I retorted.
Julianna laughed and splashed some water in my direction. That resulted in a full blown out water fight. By the time we were done, there was water not only in Julianna's pool, but also on the lawn chairs, grass, bushes, and the small picnic table.
I ran my hand through my hair and looked at Julianna, who was trying to get all of her hair out of her face since her tail had come undone and now her hair was plastered everywhere, making it impossible for her to see.
She let out a groan of frustration as her fingers got tangled in a knot.
"That's it!" she exclaimed and dove underwater. I watched as her hair easily came undone and she resurfaced. I snickered, wondering why she hadn't thought of that sooner.
"Done with your hair?" I grinned.
Julianna shot me a stare and got out of the pool. "Do you know what time it is?" she asked, grabbing a towel.
I held up my watch-less wrist.
She shook her head. "Of course you don't have a watch, you're always late," she said and went inside.
I climbed out of the water, grabbed a towel also, and followed Julianna.
"SHIT!" I heard her yell from the living room.
"What's wrong?" I asked, drying my hair with the towel and grimacing as I caught my reflection in a nearby mirror. There was a hairstyle I would never go out in public with.
"It's three fifty!" she yelled and threw her towel onto the couch. She ran upstairs, slipping on the floor and nearly breaking her neck in the process since her feet were still wet. "Nick please stall Brad when he gets here!" she added and I heard the bathroom door slam.
"Oh sure, not like I need to take a shower or anything," I mumbled and padded into the living room. I frowned when I realized that I couldn't even sit since my shorts were soaked and the couch was leather. I stood in the middle of the room trying to figure out what to do when the doorbell rang.
"Hey Brad," I greeted, opening the front door.
He looked surprised. "Hey Nick, did you move in here and forget to tell me?" he joked, walking past me inside the house.
"Ha, ha," I said dryly and closed the door.
"Nice attire," Brad commented grinning.
I glanced at my orange and yellow swimming trunks, which, I by the way still hated. "They were the only ones in my size," I told him.
"Of course, not like you have any at home," Brad smirked.
"It's not like I knew we were gonna go swimming," I defended myself. Wait, why was I defending myself? "Ah, shut up," I scoffed.
Brad laughed and looked around. "Where's Julianna?"
"She's in the shower, we kinda lost track of time cause of the pool fight," I grinned. "She should be done in like twenty minutes or so," I added.
Brad nodded in understanding.
"I'm gonna go take a shower, make yourself at home," I gestured around and disappeared into the bathroom.

Julianna's point of view

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. When did my butt get so huge? I twisted around to look at my rear again. Yep, it definitely got bigger. Time to visit the gym. I stood for a few more seconds, and then pulled off the knee length black skirt and put on a new pair of dark denim jeans. There, now my butt was hidden. Whoever invented denim was a genius. I took another look at my outfit and decided that the pale blue peasant top went even better with the jeans than it did with the skirt. Grabbing my small denim bag and shoving my feet into a pair of sneakers, I went downstairs.
Once there, I heard Nick and Brad arguing about what basketball player could jump the highest. I watched as Nick got up from the couch and demonstrated his own jumping skills, at the same time arguing that even he could jump higher than some player, whose name I didn't catch. I leaned against the doorframe and raised my eyebrow in amusement. I turned my attention to Brad, who was dressed in a pair of jeans and a sleeveless white shirt. I ran my eyes appreciatively over his muscular arms and shivered slightly as I remembered what it was like to be held by those arms. I smiled softly as Brad threw his head back laughing uncontrollably at Nick, who was pointing at the basketball game on TV and jumping along with the players as they attempted to sink the balls into the basket.
I cleared my throat and let my presence be known. Brad immediately got up from the couch and greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Aww, that's so cute!" Nick grinned at Brad and I, which in turn caused both of us to roll our eyes at him.
"You look great," Brad said softly and I smiled in response.
"Ready to go?" I asked.
He nodded, then laced his fingers through mine and brought up my hand to his lips and kissed it. Shivers went up and down my spine and goose bumps appeared on my arm.
"Are you cold?" Brad questioned.
I blushed slightly. "Not at all," I said, not wanting the real reason behind the tiny bumps on my arm. "Nick, this is your cue to go home," I turned towards my friend, who was standing near the door watching Brad and me, a smile playing on his lips.
"I'm going, I'm going," he raised his hands and walked outside. "I'll see you guys later!" he called out, got into his car, and left.
I took a quick glance at my watch and saw that it was almost five o'clock. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long," I said to Brad, smiling apologetically.
His eyes twinkled. "It's okay, it was worth it," he said warmly. There went the shivers again.
I smiled once more, primarily because my brain had been reduced to mush and was unable to think of anything coherent to say at the moment.
"So are you any good at pool?" I asked after we were inside the car.
Brad buckled his seatbelt and looked at me. "Not at all," he laughed.
I smiled. "Neither am I," I confessed.
"Then what's the pool table in your house for?"
"Decoration?"
Brad laughed again and started the car. I grinned and buckled my seatbelt.
I leaned back in the seat and enjoyed the comfortable atmosphere. I loved how Brad and I could sit in silence without that awkwardness hanging over our heads and not think that one of us just has to say something.
I was about to ask Brad which pool hall we were going to, when the ringing from my purse interrupted me. I smiled apologetically and dug out my phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Jul."
"Ugh, Nick, I just saw you ten minutes ago. What's so important that couldn't wait until later?" I asked.
"I just found out that we have a press conference scheduled for tomorrow to straighten out this whole deal with you and me dating once and for all," he replied.
"Oh, but tomorrow? I have work tomorrow," I protested.
"I know you do, it's at eight in the evening."
"Who in their right mind schedules a press conference at that time?" I groaned at the thought of answering reporters' questions after a long day at work.
Nick chuckled. "Apparently both of our managers do. They want to straighten this out as soon as possible to avoid another incident."
I sighed, suddenly not wanting tomorrow to come at all. "Fine, where is it?"
"I'll pick you up from the set on my way there," Nick said and I could hear papers shuffling in the background.
"Okay, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Looking for my remote," came the answer and I heard something fall. "Found it!" Nick announced triumphantly.
"I'm so happy for you," I said in monotone.
"Oh yeah, I'm so sure," Nick deadpanned.
"All right, so I'll see you tomorrow," I said.
"Yep, later."
"Bye." I hung up and leaned my head back on the seat, staring into the ceiling of the car. "Perfect," I muttered.


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