Wishes

*Nicci's POV*
I can't sleep. I keep thinking about that lady and the wish. I get out of bed and start pacing in front of it. What exactly does this wish mean? What happens with this wish? Does this wish take the boys' will away? If it does, shouldn't we try to undo the wish? I look at the alarm clock on my bedside table. 2:19 am. I groan. I pad out to the kitchen to make myself some hot chocolate. There's nothing better than hot chocolate at 2:19 am. As I walk down the narrow hallway, I see that the kitchen light is on. I hear the sound of somebody pawing through the fridge. I chuckle silently and walk on the tips of my toes to the door frame. I jump out making this snorting sound. Melissa screams and drops a jar. I start laughing. She just glares at me. "I hope you're proud of yourself, Nicci." She says scowling. I laugh some more, only pausing to say:"I am actually, that was effing hilarious! You should have seen your face!" I start slapping my knee, not laughing audibly anymore, the tears are streaming down my face. "What are you doing up anyway?" She asks me. "I was going to make myself some hot chocolate, I couldn't sleep." "Me neither, this wish thing is bothering me." "Me too." I agree. "Although it bothers me," Melissa began. "I think we should wait and see what happens first?" She says. "Definitely." I say. "Well, I'm off to bed, Nix, sleep loose, 'cause tight is sure as hell not comfy." She starts walking to her room. "Oh, Mel?" I say. "Yeah?" "I know you have a hidden agenda with this wish." I say grinning and winking. She turns a brilliant shade of red. "I.. Um.. Uh.. I.." She stutters. "Mel, chill, it's cool, I kinda have one too. A hidden agenda I mean." I say smiling sheepishly. "Night Mel." "Goodnight Nix" I make my hot chocolate and I sit down on the window sill in the living room. It's snowing outside. I shiver. I hate any cold, wet weather. It's actually pretty ironic that I moved to London, seeing as the weather here is mostly cold and wet. I yawn. Yup, that hot chocolate definitely did the trick. I hop off the window sill and head to bed. I am out like light as soon as my head hits my pillow. I dream of strawberry milkshakes, they speak to me with Irish accents. It's a sign, I just (unconsciously) know it.

Notes

This chapter is a bit short, sorry -_- I just need to spend time with my kitty. I haven't seen him since Monday! :( Lots of love xx -Nix