『𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤』

Remarkable

..Nick..

The raven haired boy would be sleeping, his head rested on the feathered filled pillow, the way it slowly let him sink into it, small breaths escaping his mouth as he slept peacfully. His hair was basically a birds nest since he moves are in his sleep if the male isn't holding onto anything.

His friend, Dream. Reacently eent to jail that week, For some reason he felt bad, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of a cold sensation in his chest as he stood near the blonde every time he had visted him, it's like something he just could not shake off. That feeling that just stayed and tore hik to pieces for some reason. Just that one thing that he couldn't get off his mind when he was away from him, of course there was more of a warm side twordw him but it never lasted, the way he gazed at him was like he needed something... He wanted one thing fron Nick and he couldn't make out what he wanted, whatever it was he didn't know if he should ask or figure it out himself.

Nick woke up, the sound of his alarm pulling the Ravenette from his thoughts, slowly he reached his hand over hitting the button, the clock read 8AM. He slowly pushed his body up in a position, proping himself up onto his elbows and set his hands onto his bed, pushing himself up more so he was sitting up straight. He would yawn and turn his body off to the side, slowly setting his feet on the cold floor, pushing himself up on his feet as he stretched out his arms and cracked his knuckles slowly, ajusting to the light beaming through the window in his room as he opened the curtain.

He would walk over to the bathroom in his room, opening the door and walking in, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste, slowly flicking his thumb over the cap of the toothpaste causing it to open, he woukd turn the tube shape around directing it to the bush part of the small object, slowly squeezing the toothpaste from the tube slowly, once he got a fair amount on the brush, he would close the cap of the paste and set it down, he would then turn the knob of the sink and slowly run the brush under the rushing water, slowly turbing it off after and pulling the brush out. Putting it up to his teeth and glided it along his teeth softly, brushing his teeth as he would look up in the mirror to see the rats nest of his hair, he sighed and spit out the liquid now in his mouth into the sink and grabbed a small plastic cup, turning on the water once more and filled it up, putting the rim up to his mouth and drank it, swishing it all around in his mouth until spitting the water out once again, cleaning off the brush while the water was still running at that point.

Nick would then reach over snd take the brush, pulling it through his hair softly, just brushing it out so it was smooth and not so much as a ratted up mess from that morning. His hair was pretty long and he took pretty good care of his hair, he washed it every day when he got the chance. The male also had a pretty good job and made good money, it helped him, and the good thing is that he didn't need much of it since he lived alone now... Ever since dream went to jail. He had been pulling himself together every morning, it was hard to forget what had happebed, and knowing the reason tore him apart more every day. He hated knowing the fact. Why did they have to tell him that soon? Why was clay like this..  Why can't he get out of his head. It was constant thinking everyday. He went through this and just had to deal with his thoughts, just rushing through his mind and having to be reminded every day, it didn't make him happy, he wished that it would have never happened and that evrrything right now was just a dream and that his friend was still here, could he even call him his friend at this point? It hurt a lot to think that way but it was true, he really didn't wanna seem like that one guy that would go back to someone not good for him, it was like some stupid fucking drug that no one could even understand that how hard he tried and how hard he wanted to just walk away, he just couldn't do that to him, it felt just as wrong as it is to be there and to see his face.

He cringed. Looking at himself in the mirror, his pale white painted skin, the small freckle and his brown eyes just dragging along his own features as he would brush out his hair and start to fix it on his own, he would usually put up buns in his hair, or something simple, leaving it down on colder days and putting it up on warmer. He disliked winter alone, it was more colder than anyone could imagine for him. He would bite the inside of his cheek softly, getting a rubber band and putting his hair up in a messy bun, something lazy for today. He honestly didn't feel like changing or fixing himself up that day, he just wanted to go back to bed and sleep that morning, but he knew he couldn't he had work today and also wanted to go and see dream after, once he got the chance of course, the last time he went there to see him, the very first time. It was so odd seeing him like that, he looked sad nad more lonley. it made him sad of course, but maybe he really just did deserve what was coming to him. He almost felt as if he was being manipulated and forced into something when he knew in reality he wasn't... It was just too many thoughts the rushed all at once that made him overthink things he didn't even mean to think about in the first place, more to think about then anyone would interpret.

Nick would then look at himself in the mirror once he was done, shrugged as how tired he looked from the previous night, he had to work a late shift that day and had to go to the store and get himself together, keeping hinself awake as he drove..

The ravenette then sighed snd walked out of the bathroom, forcing himself to stop thinking so he wouldnt take hours of getting ready and end up late for his work shift... Again. He would then pull himself over to his closet and open it, looking through his shirts, picking out a plad shirt, it was red with black. He then looked at the small dresser underneath and took out a pair of jeans. He would then open a drawer and get out a pair of undergarments, slowly closing it and stepped away from the closet and close it.

He would then take off his night shirt, unbuttoning his pants slowly, sliding them off his thighs and legs, putting them off to the side as he would slide off his previous boxers to pull on the clean ones.