"I cannot believe they let you drink alcohol. You're never going out without me. Never again!"

"Shut up Jasmine. I have a punch hangover. Get me bananas" I whispered in pain, squinting my eyes.

I don't know how much of that thing I drank, but when I got home this morning, (Nicolas brought me home of course. I'd be in a ditch if I tried to walk on my own) I fell into a weirdly deep sleep that left me with a painful hangover.

And a Jasmine trying to mom me around.

"Will bananas help the headache? Or you're trying to be stupid?"

"I don't know if it will help. I'm just craving them. Well was. Now I want bread"

I heard her sigh tiredly, then she came to the bed where I was and plopped down beside me.

"Yesterday, I met Damien's mom" she started, making my ears perk up, and I turned to face her.

"Uh huh?"

"Okay don't talk, your breath stinks"

"Sorry"

"I said don't talk!"

"Mhmm"

"She's a very, very gorgeous woman. I mean Damien definitely gets his looks from her. Most of it anyway"

Then she kept quiet for some time, making me wonder what she was thinking about.

"She doesn't like that I'm Muslim. At all. She acted like I was gonna pull out a bomb on her anytime. And that really hurt me"

"But how did she know?" I spoke up, not caring about what she said about my morning breath. "I mean, you don't wear the hijab out or anything like that. And what did his dad do. Or say?"

She too ignored my morning (or noon, since it's like 12pm already) breath and looked to the ceiling.

"I'm betting he told her. He's a complete mama's boy. And Mr Styles just tried his best to play off his wife's attitude. That's if he even noticed it"

A sad frown sat on her face, making me frown as well. I couldn't bear seeing my best friend in such a state.

"Don't worry too much Jas. When that woman finds out how awesome you are, she'll be the one begging for your time"

Sending a weak smile my way, she nodded her head slowly.

As if injected with a shot of adrenaline, I suddenly stood up from the bed.

"Okay Jasmine, today is Christmas day. We cannot spend it like this. All gloomy and shit. No no! We're gonna have fun. Okay?"

Letting out a chuckle, she cocked her head to the side. "Oh look, the drunkard is talking"

"I wasn't drunk. I was just smashed is all. There's a difference"

"Still a drunkard" she sing-songed, sensing my annoyed state.

"Whatever. I'm going to take a shower. You can die here" 

And with that, I moved to the bathroom.

I got into the shower and adjusted the temperature, until it was very warm, almost hot.

The warm beads of water fell on my skin, soothing my headache, and washing away the dirt on my body.

'Of course I want to kiss you. Hell, I want to do more than kiss you'

I reminisced my moment with Mikey, back at his house, and I smiled to myself. A small tingle shot from the pit of my stomach, straight down, and goosebumps rose up on my arm.

I'm not gonna say that I haven't liked boys before. Because I have. A shit ton of them. Cute ones, tall ones, skinny ones, not so cute ones, awkward ones, even grown men (don't blame me, substitute home economics teacher, Zen, was cute af). But I've never really felt the same way for a boy, as I do for Mikey.

He's like, so fucking hot, but at the same time, he's got good morals and is a total gentleman (with the potential to rebel when necessary).

And the fact that he hasn't tried to kiss me, or seduce me into doing stuff with him (I totally wouldn't refuse anyway) makes me even like and respect him even more.

Just the mere thought of him made my entire soul tingle.

I'm smitten over this stupid Starbucks boy. And honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.

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"Okay how about brownies? Those are easy to make" I suggested, putting a hand to my chin, and flipping through the gigantic cook book.

"Brownies are too simple!" Jasmine whined, turning to face me.

"Cakes are too complicated, brownies are too simple, what would you rather we make?"

"Um, maybe a British bread pudding?"

"Uh what now?"

"You heard me. British bread pudding. Damien gave me a recipe for it"

"Ah. I should have know. Damien. How is he anyway?"

Jasmine went from normal(not that she is, but just so you get it), to dreamy eyed in a matter of seconds.

"He's okay. Probably hotter than the last time I saw him"

"We are not doing this Jasmine. Today is about us spending our Christmas together. There's enough time to swoon later"

She pouted a bit, but soon started smiling once again.

"Okay I'll go get the stuff from the grocery store. Hopefully they're open. You stay here and remove the crusts from all the bread. Then cut them in circles. But don't eat the pieces. I'm begging you. We need everything"

"Don't fret Jasmine, I won't eat it. Don't you trust me?"

"Not with bread I don't"

"Bitch has a point. I think I'll wait till you get back"

She let out a relieved sigh. "Okay. I'll be back in 10 minutes. Or less"

"Okie dokie"

"Okay bread. It's me and you. I shall stare at you until Jasmine gets back" I smiled to the probably delicious loaf on the counter. Too bad I'll never know because somebody wants to make pudding with bread.
Who does that?

It was okay at first. Just staring the the loaf, making weird faces and trying to 'woo' it.

But after a while, it got boring. The stupid bread wasn't budging. It didn't even wink back! (Not that I expected it to)

"Okay I'm breaking up with you. You're a boring boyfriend" I said dramatically, ending my 5 minute relationship with the loaf of soft, brown, straight-outta-the-fridge bread.

'I bet Mikey would be a much better boyfriend' The imaginary demon Adrien on my left shoulder spoke up.

"I know" I smiled to myself, twisting the hem of my sweater with my index finger.

'Really now?' Angel Adrien started '-didn't you tell Jasmine that today was about the both of you? And that she shouldn't think about her own boyfriend?'

'Well to be fair, Mikey isn't her boyfriend' Demon Adrien smirked, twirling a braid round her finger.

I was too busy, enjoying the argument between the frustrated angel, and the annoying demon (note that they're still imaginary), to hear the knock on the door.

It wasn't until I heard "Okay I'm coming in" that I knew there was someone at the door.

'Oh my God. Someone has come to rob me' I thought, slowly getting up from the chair I was in, and crawling to grab the bat that sat behind the laundry room door (Jasmine keeps one behind every door)

Taking a deep breath, I assured myself that I was doing the right thing. No one should steal from Adrien. Or plan an ambush against her.

I crawled to the back of the couch, ready to pounce on the 'robber', when I heard an all you familiar voice call my name.

"Nicolas? What are you doing here? And why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"Well-" he crouched down to my level "-where's your phone?"

"Uh somewhere?"

Sighing, he flicked my forehead and stood up.

"Hey! That hurt!"

"It was meant to" he sassed, making himself comfortable on the couch.

"Why are you here? It's Christmas day. Shouldn't you be with your family?" I carefully asked.

"I would be with them. If I still had a functional one that is"

My expression softened. "Tell me about it?"

"No no. I don't wanna bother you" he tried, dismissing me with a hand wave.

"If you don't wanna tell me, then you get out of my house" I threatened, putting on my most I'm-pretending-to-be-intimidating face, and folding my arms.

"Really Adrien?"

"Yeah. Make up your mind"

"You're so annoying" he groaned, while I smiled, knowing I had succeeded.

"My mum is pregnant. But my father doesn't think it's his kid. So he accused her of cheating. Now they're getting a divorce"

How someone could talk about this kind of thing so normally scared me.

"Wow. If I were the one, I'd be a mess by now. I'm sorry"

"You're always a mess Adrien. And it's okay. I saw it coming for sometime now. I'm not all that shocked" he shrugged, acting like the master of controlling emotions.

Scooting a little closer to him, I rested my head on his chest, and wrapped my hands round his torso

"You don't have to be tough with me Nicolas. I promise I won't judge you or anything like that. If you ever need to talk to, or cry with someone, call me. I'll be there anytime"

Letting out a shaky sigh, he patted my back. "Thanks Adrien. I'll keep that in mind"

"Yeah yeah, stop being so British" I grinned, getting off him, and making him roll his eyes.

"Do you want your mom to have a boy or a girl?"

"Both I guess. I always wanted a little brother to teach football to. But I also wanted to have a little sister to protect from boys"

"Awww. So sweet. I have two little brothers, and one little sister. It's hell sometimes, but I love them"

"You know, you never really talk about your family to me. You don't even mention them, except now of course. I think that's weird"

I forced out laugh and moved away from him a little. "It just never comes up I guess"

"Or you just don't wanna talk about them. I get it"

"No no its not like that. I do want to talk about them. But it never comes up with anyone. Or they never ask. It's not a big deal talking about my mother or father or siblings" I explained, letting out a big sigh.

This was a page I didn't like opening.

"Hm. Okay. But you don't have to tell me anything. You know that"

"Yeah I know"

He nodded in understanding and looked to the blank TV.

"My mother is from Jamaica and my dad is South African. They met in Jamaica, lived there for sometime and then had me. But we moved from there after I was born. So I never really knew that place. We moved to Australia when I was 6, stayed there for two years and moved again to Florida. Mom wanted to stay there, dad didn't, so 6 years later, we're back in Australia. While we were on the move, mom had three more kids. Madison, Daniel, and Leroy"

I took in a deep breath and prepared myself for the next part. The real reason I never talked about my family.

"My parents are the kind of people that plan your life before you're even born.

As their first child, my dad wanted to become a doctor. While I wanted to study journalism. We fought about this for almost all through my early teen years. Eventually, we settled on something. If I eventually studied journalism, I had to stay in Australia with them and go to school everyday from home-"

"Okay that's cruel" Nicolas's face contorted in pain. It was almost funny.

"-you have no idea. The other agreement was that I could go anywhere of my choice, if I studied medicine"

"Okay your dad is sneaky af. What about your mom?"

"She's the 'whatever my husband says is right' kind of wife. So there was no hope"

"Woah. What happened after that?"

"I spoke to my siblings, and we decided on London. Since it had been my dream to live here"

"How then did you meet Jasmine?"

"Whoa there cowboy, slow down. This isn't an interview or something" I laughed awkwardly.

He blushed lightly, before apologizing.

"I'm sorry. It's just, this is really interesting. I feel like I should know everything"

"And you will. Just not now" I relaxed into the couch, closing my eyes and giving myself a mental back pat for the horror I just put myself through.

"I think it's incredible though"

"What's incredible?" I asked, not bothering to open my eyes.

"Your accent. It's not exactly American. Nor is it British or Australian. It's just clear. Sometimes you have a slight tinge of some other accent, but in general your accent is clear"

My eyes were wide at his description of my accent.

"Wow. Thanks. I never really thought of it that way"

"You're welcome" he grinned, his eyes squinting closed.

"Mama's hooomeee!" Jasmine howled from the front door, scaring me a little.

"Jas, hi" I waved her from the couch.

"Hello" Nicolas greeted, smiling at her.

"Shut up godmother. Hey Nicolas. What's up?"

"I'm doing great. And you?"

"Cold af"

I sat down there and watched Nicolas and Jasmine converse. It felt good, seeing both of my friends become friends. And even though no one noticed me in the background, I was happy.

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"Okay where did you learn to make that? It tasted like heaven!" Nicolas exclaimed, rubbing his stomach like an old perverted grandpa.

"It's a secret recipe" the brunette replied with a wide grin, smacking her lips together.

"Can I know it?"

"It's called secret for a reason, Nicolas" I sassed, hitting him upside his head and rolling away so he wouldn't catch me.

"I have no desire to chase you, you ball of onion"

"Your face is a ball of onion"

"Shut up Adrien. Now give Nicolas the nice boy an apology"

"Both your faces are apologies"

"Adrien"

I began to make loud snoring noises, so they would leave me alone.

"Merry Christmas guys"

"You too godmother"

"Eh"

And with that, the three of us slept off, on the floor, in front of the Christmas tree.

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Okay so this is a weird filer chapter. But I hope you enjoyed the JasRien moments (please help me with a better ship name for Jasmine and Adrien).

And I also hope you like the little Moments of Truth I did with Adrien and Nicolas.

And in case you're confused, yes Jasmine  and Nicolas have met before.

Big things are happening in this book very soon, so put on your seat belts in case the road gets rocky (I'm actually craving ice cream rn)

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