The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 44: Nymph

I had been sleeping at Nico's place almost everyday for the past week since the twins' birthday. No one really complained since I also helped at home, Nico staying for dinner most days before we left. That way, Justin could sleep in my bed and not bother my mom. The initial plan was that I would keep Brandon's bedroom when he moved out but he still hadn't found a new place. Since Ash left, Ben was now sleeping alone and I got that he didn't want to move all his things but I was a twenty two year old girl sleeping with preteen twins. I could enjoy some alone time. He was supposed to start college again by September, so maybe there was hope for me by then.

In the meantime, I could just sleep with this curly haired guy, who was now snoring like a baby.

I didn't have to get up as early as I would do at home, since the arena was closer to his place. It was five am and I was already late. I tried to rush and get dressed, but when I grabbed my leggings from his desk, a notebook fell down, what made me slow down even more.

I thought it was his usual sketch book or the one I gave him, where he kept all the drawings and doodles he made all along the day. But this one was thinner, and there weren't any drawings on the inside, but words.

They looked like poems, maybe songs? There were letters and weird symbols like a pound  sign, so yeah, maybe they were songs. One of the pages caved in a little, as if it had been gone through a lot. I opened it and it was in fact, full of smudges and the words were crossed out like a hundred times.

Even if it was a little unintelligible, his handwriting stood out. It was beautiful as always, a little cursive.

I saw you the other day sitting all alone
All I wanted to do was talk to you
I still don't know if this is love
But then why's this song about you

Yesterday you had that lost face that I adore
Something's missing and you don't have a clue
I still doubt that this is love
But then why's this song about you

[chorus]

And today I'm writing 'cause I realized
I had never felt this way before
This is the day I come to let you know
That maybe it was love all this time

"Cara."

"Mhm?" I turned around quickly, closing the notebook and letting it on the desk again.

"What time is it?" Nico asked groggily.

"Too son. Go back to sleep."

He extended his hand, calling me. I walked over to him, lowering my head. He had a little smile. "Last night was great." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down. For the last few nights we had been getting to know each other better, getting intimate, knowing what we liked. I still wasn't ready to do it, but we had fun in the meanwhile. He just said that because let's say, I got better at giving him pleasure with my mouth. I was an athlete, competitive as heck, and I really wanted to make him feel good.

"Nico, I'm late." I whispered, tapping his chest.

"But I don't want you to go." He whined.

I chuckled, trying to push him away to no avail. "I'll see you tonight, okay? If you let me go now we can do what we did last night."

He quickly opened his arms, waving at me. "Bye, bébé. Je t'aime."

I rolled my eyes, a low chuckle escaping my mouth. "Bye, Nico."

"You don't love me?"

"That's what it means?"

"Oh my god." He laughed. "What did you think it meant?"