Broken (Thalico)

Starbucks Becomes My New Favorite Place (And Not Because Of The Coffee)

 

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Nico rolled over in his bed, remembering the pale freckled face from his dream. the one with the startling electric blue eyes and the jet black hair, the one that was hopelessly stubborn, the one that had the feisty attitude, the one would stand up for what she believed in no matter what, and the one that still lingered in his mind upon awakening. Why was she in his dreams? Why had she crept into his mind and invaded his thoughts? and why was he still thinking about her?

It bothered Nico that he couldn't get her out of his head, it was as if someone had tattooed a picture of her on his brain and she was stuck there forever. To be perfectly honest with you he would have preferred another nightmare over being stuck thinking of this infatuating girl. At least he could wake up and be done with a nightmare, but it seemed as if he just could not shake the thought of her. Her piercing blue eyes, her freckled nose, her spiky jet black hair, her independence and her attitude, her soft pink lips and- no, not lips, he was not thinking of her lips, and he definitely wasn't thinking of those lips pressed up against his own.

Nico sighed, sliding out of the warm comfort of his bed an into the cold of his room. He would have much preferred to stay and lounge around in bed all day, but the boy hadn't eaten for four days and getting pretty hungry. Well, he technically hadn't eaten in three, Tuesday he had eaten dinner with Thalia and Jason, but immediately retreaded to the bathroom to bring it right back up.

Nico slipped on a pair of grey sweat pants and a loose fit Beartooth shirt. Looking in the mirror he almost convinced himself to skip breakfast, he looked so fat,- of coarse he really wasn't, all 12 of his ribs stuck out and quite a few more bones, he was unhealthily skinny but managed not to see it- he needed to lose more weight. But he did in fact have some sense, and knew that if he didn't eat soon he would pass out and possibly die- it wouldn't be the first time.

but whats so bad about that? he thought, it was mornings like these where his mind battled between depression and having some sense left, and all he wanted to do was crawl back in bed and die. But the voice of Thalia pulled him from his thoughts, "Nico! Breakfast, don't worry, Jason made it." she laughed lightly and Nico's heart gave an unfamiliar lurch.

what the hell was that? Nico had never felt anything like it, it was truly remarkable, but regardless he still scolded himself. He didn't know much about this strange new emotion, but he did know he wasn't supposed to feel that way towards his sister, blood related or not. It was wrong.

"Alright!" he called back, stepping away room the cursed mirror, and out into the living room.

He slowly made his way over to the table, it was littered with plates of toast, eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausage, three empty plates and three glasses of orange juice. It looked wonderful but confused the hell out of Nico "Whats the occasion Jase?" he let out softly, still not completely comfortable with speaking to the eldest of Grace siblings, ad stupid it sounds.

"Just woke up early, its Saturday, figured i might as well." he shrugged, taking a seat at the table, shortly followed by Thalia, and as hard as Nico tried, he could not take is eyes off her.

She had on a loose black tang top with fuzzy blue short shorts, her hair was a tangled mess and it was quite obvious she had just crawled out of bed. But damn those sleep shorts looked good on her, making her ass look even More appealing than it already was and showing off her sexy legs, and fuck now he was thinking about those long petty legs wrapped around his abdomen. Not to mention that damn tang top that was just so loose, hanging down just a bit more than one her size would ans showing off just how nice her breasts where.