~Nicky POV~

I woke up this morning feeling very energetic. Today I was going to be delivered lunch by a hot girl. It's like going to Hooters but more personal. When my mom asked me why I didn't grab any lunch I told her someone would be providing. So without the extra weight of carrying my lunch, I glided to school. The classes of the morning breezed by and I felt so alert. It made for a satisfying transition into lunch.

I sat down at the table and looked at the space where my lunchbox usually goes.

"Nicky, where's your lunch," Bellamy asked.

"Well of course, Bellamy, it's on its way. If you recall last Friday's events you would know that Lindsey owes me Chick-fil-A," I replied.

"Well speak of the devil," said Amelia as she pointed at the door.

Lindsey, the queen, walked out of the door and had a bag of fresh Chick-fil-A. She walked over to the table and came next to me.

"Room for one more?"

Saffron and I who were sitting on the same bench scooted over.

"I present to you a spicy chicken sandwich deluxe with medium fries, Chick-fil-A sauce and a sprite."

"Thank you, mademoiselle," I said with pure gratitude in my voice. From her own bag she pulled out chicken nuggets and fries. A simple woman.

What a good day it was. We all sat down and just talked about the most random things and ideas that just pop up in our minds. Over the course of the beginning of the year Lindsey found her spot within the friend group. 

~Mid October~

It was a lazy Saturday and I was sitting on my porch listening to music while the brisk wind blew around me. It was around 1 o'clock and I was getting kind of hungry, so I decided to go check out the fridge. I opened it up to find half cut vegetables and a package of bacon in their respective drawers. The condiments were on the fridge door and the cheese container had plenty, but other than that the fridge was barren. No left overs, but there was a gallon of milk that was nearly done. I sighed and started to head towards the pantry.

Then my phone rang.

I looked at my phone to find that it was Lindsey, so of course I was eager to pick up.

"Yo! What's up?"

"You should definitely come over."

"Hmmm. You got food? It's lunch time y'know."

"If you come over you'll know if I have food."

I could hear the playfulness in her voice.

"Interesting. I guess you leave me with no choice."

"Can't wait to see you!"

I grabbed my skateboard, threw on a jacket and headed out. I've been to her house many times, but I've never actually eaten at her house. I usually meet up with her there and we go out. Once I'm riding up her street I see that she's sitting outside on her steps. She looked quite comfortable wearing a light jacket over a sports bra along with typical white girl leggings. Hot. She rised off her steps as I pulled up.

"Let's see whats in that fridge girl," I exclaim as I walk past her up the steps.

"Bold of you to assume that I know whats in my fridge."

I walk into her house and was greeted by a familiar layout. Once you enter the front door the TV is on the wall to your immediate right and the couches sit across from it. Just beyond the couch is the kitchen. The cooking island has electric stoves and a fruit rack on the corner. On the other wall are the cabinets which are sandwiched by the fridge on the left and dishwasher on the right. I take my shoes off and lean my skateboard against the couch. 

"Really beelining it to the fridge huh," Lindsey said as she relaxed on the couch. 

"Yes ma'am. I've gotta see all this content."

"I don't think there's gonna be much-"

"I know you're lying. Look at all of this in here. Sit tight while I cook us something."